Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 572 Sage Time

"Great...career? You are not from Ark! Who are you?" Dr. Renee said alertly.

"Don't you already know the answer in your heart?" The other party reached out and pinched Dr. Renee's jaw with the index finger and thumb of his right hand—his hand was so strong that Dr. Renee once suspected that his mandible was It's not that they will be crushed by the other party.

Yes, I have indeed guessed the answer... Renee thought in her heart.

On this planet, besides Ark, which human force can accept such a former senior researcher who committed a felony?

Or to simplify the question a little more - in the wilderness, which human force is qualified to challenge the Ark?

Exiles in a state of disunity are obviously not the correct answer to this question, so there is only one last option left.

Heretic sect.

"Are you...a prophet?" Dr. Renee asked with some difficulty.

Because the chin was still pinched by the other party, her voice seemed a little vague.

"Probably." The two fingers pinching Dr. Renee's chin moved up slightly, stuck to the sides of her cheeks, and with a slight force, Dr. Renee was forced to open her mouth into an "O" shape.

"The so-called 'prophet'...is just a nickname." The other party's tone seemed to be sighing, or mocking, and he shook his head slowly, "I'm just His agent in this world, His The extension of the will, and it is precisely because of His guidance that I was able to find you ahead of those ignorant people."

"The Prophet" replaced Dr. Renee's cheek with his middle finger and thumb, and his index finger stuck into Dr. Renee's mouth that was forced to open—Dr. Renee only heard a "squeak", Something seemed to have ripped off the leather glove on the opponent's hand, and drilled out from the tip of the index finger.

In the next second, Dr. Renee felt something slippery and squirming down his throat.

After doing all this, "The Prophet" finally let go of his hand and stood up.

He took a few steps back and looked at Dr. Renee lying on the ground with interest.

"Cough cough... what did you feed me... cough cough cough..." Dr. Renee grabbed her throat with both hands, trying to choke the thing out, but to no avail—the thing was alive Yes, with a slender body and a layer of sticky secretions on the surface, just like a slippery loach.Dr. Renee was about to choke herself, but it went through her throat and into her stomach.

Reminiscent of the touch at the throat, Dr. Renee couldn't help but think of a special creature created by the Alpha civilization, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"Could it be... a flesh-eating worm?"

If there is still a ray of life in the "container" where the eroded species parasitizes, then the host of the meat-eating worm basically has only one ending: being used as nourishment by the larvae, bit by bit, from the inside out. The field is devoured.

Even in the laboratory with the best equipment in the research institute, none of the parasites survived... The meat-eating worm's perception of danger is far more sensitive than that of the erosive species. As long as the situation is slightly wrong, it will immediately enter the "ripening period", sucking up the flesh and blood of the host's body in a very short time, and breaking out.

In heretical sects, implanting the larvae of "flesh-eating worms" is a very severe punishment, although the prophet will promise these "sinners" that if they can make enough credit, they will send messengers to take out the "sinners" in their bodies. Eat the flesh-eating worms and relieve their pain—but in fact, this sentence is very misleading. The flesh-eating worms that have completed parasitism cannot be taken out. The adult worms that come out of the body are taken away.

As for the life and death of the host, it has nothing to do with them.

Of course, literally speaking, the Prophet did not lie to these people—the flesh-eating worms in their bodies were indeed taken away, and they would no longer bear the pain of being bitten by worms in their bodies... As a dead person, they Have never felt any pain.

Although Dr. Renee has not personally seen the appearance of those tortured followers of heretical sects before their death... But in the "artificial cultivation base for flesh-eating worms" inside the research institute, she has seen the tragic conditions of those who are "fodder" That's too much.

Some things, what happened to others, and what happened to oneself, give people a completely different feeling... Dr. Renee couldn't help but began to recall those pictures, and imagined what it would be like to transfer the pain suffered by those people to her body kind of feeling.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and she didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or some other reason. She felt a burst of pain in her lower abdomen, and her limbs began to tremble involuntarily.

"Flesh-eating worms? Tsk-tsk-tsk..." The Prophet shook his head again, "This is a gift from a great god. How can you compare it with the defective products made by blasphemers like flesh-eating worms?"

"The... gift of the great god?" The pain in the abdomen has turned into an unbearable colic, and fine beads of sweat ooze from Dr. Renee's face, and she really wants to reach into the pocket inside the white coat— —In the pocket, there are some emergency medicines that you carry with you, which naturally include painkillers, which are very common injections on the battlefield... She felt that if she didn't give herself a shot, she might really be killed. It hurts to death.

However, Dr. Renee soon discovered that her body had long been out of control, and the blood vessels under the skin of her limbs were all protruding, looking like big purple earthworms crawling on her body.Blood that was so dark as to be almost black slowly overflowed from her nostrils and ears.

The prophet of the heretical sect seemed to be leaning over to say something to herself, but she felt that the other party’s voice seemed to come from a very far away place, and she could only hear some vague and ambiguous syllables. As for the specific content of the words, It's simply indistinguishable.

"I... Am I going to die?" Dr. Renee thought in despair.

I don't know why, but at this critical juncture, she was regretting why Ke Lan didn't accept her proposal...

If I am pregnant with that person's child, then Professor Smith's research data will not be so important... I will not be in a hurry to rush back to the Ark, let alone have an incident with the Marines of the Zero Fleet conflict……

"Am I really going to die..." She felt that her consciousness was gradually dissipating, and she couldn't feel her body anymore, but it was also thanks to this state that the original pain that was enough to make people collapse , At this time, it also disappeared along with the disappearance of the body sense organs.

"No, you won't die." The originally illusory voice suddenly became solid, and the prophet's voice rang directly in her mind—for a moment, Renee seemed to feel her own thoughts connected with each other.

"Not only will you not die, but you will also break away from the shackles of the human body and gain power from him." The prophet's lips squirmed, but the voice was directly transmitted to Renee's mind in a semi-comatose state—if at this time If Renee's consciousness can still be concentrated, she will be surprised to find that the other party is using the language of the Alpha civilization that they have never been able to decipher!

And she seems to have mastered the ability to understand this language in one breath...

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At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, Ke Lan, who was still thinking about Dr. Renee before his consciousness lost consciousness, just finished the battle for an unknown number of rounds.

Zofia Soma's private residence, master bedroom.

Ke Lan sat on the bed with her upper body bare, leaning against a thick pillow filled with genuine goose down, her eyes were a little dull looking at the oil painting hanging on the opposite wall.

The name of this oil painting is "Lady Godiva on Horseback". A beautiful naked woman rides on the back of a white steed, but the streets are empty, and all the houses are closed. The golden sunlight fell on the woman's white shoulders, as if coating the whole picture with a layer of holy light.

Of course, this is not an authentic work from the old era, but an imitation that is too exquisite.The real piece of this oil painting was once collected in the Coventry Museum of Great Britain, but unfortunately, the museum and the collection in the museum were accidentally destroyed by a fire caused by a riot, otherwise, with the cultural and artistic value of this painting Value, should also be able to occupy a place in the warehouse of Ark's art collection.

Although it is an imitation, with the current technology, this oil painting can be completely faked - even the isotope detection method cannot distinguish the authenticity of this oil painting... Of course, there is no longer any authenticity for an authentic painting. Existing works, this step seems redundant.

"Lady Godiva on Horseback" tells a story full of human brilliance: a certain count of Great Britain decides to levy heavy taxes on the people in his territory in order to raise military expenses, but the count's wife is the protagonist of this oil painting—Ge Mrs. Daiwa pleaded with the earl, hoping to reduce the taxes of the citizens.

But this move angered the count, and a seemingly absurd bet was made between the two: the count proposed that as long as Lady Godiva rode through the city's streets naked, all the residents in the city would Without even peeking at her, he agreed to his wife's request.

As a result... Naturally, as depicted in the oil painting, when the naked Mrs. Godiva rode onto the street the next day, all the people in the city spontaneously stayed at home, with their doors and windows closed, and the whole street The street was deserted except the Countess.

Afterwards, the earl kept his promise and reduced the taxes of the people.

This story is indeed beautiful, but in Ke Lan's view, it is more like a legend used to beautify the nobles.

The story takes place in the Middle Ages, which is undoubtedly a very dark era in the history of Western mankind. In that era, the lives of the people at the bottom were even more contemptible than in the era of interstellar drifting... This kind of thing is impossible to happen now. In that dark age, it was more like people's wishful thinking about good qualities.

Human nature is inherently good and human nature is inherently evil has always been a topic of debate, until now there is no accurate answer...

"Why do I think about this kind of thing?" Ke Lan, who was staring at the oil painting, was suddenly startled and let out a long breath, "Could it be... this is the legendary...'Sage Time'?"

Ke Lan turned his head and looked at the other side of the big bed—a graceful human figure bulged under the soft silk quilt. Ke Lan knew that as long as he lifted the quilt, the thrilling beauty would appear in front of his eyes .

But in the dark, there was a voice in his head saying to him - if he lifted the quilt at this time, it would attract an unimaginable terrifying force.

The horror of this force cannot be described in words at all. Even the "great god" who can interfere with countless planes can only be regarded as an ant in front of this force.

As long as that power comes, the whole world will collapse in an instant, and not even a single residue will be left.

Ke Lan rubbed her face vigorously, but in the end she still couldn't wake up the eldest lady who was already in a deep sleep. She got out of bed alone, picked up the clothes and pants scattered on the floor, and put them on.

He walked to the table. The smart kettle on the table was kept at a constant temperature, and the blue light full of sci-fi atmosphere flashed like breathing on the handle of the kettle.

Ke Lan poured himself a glass of water and drank it down.

The restlessness in his heart had calmed down a long time ago, he leaned his back against the wall covered with flocking wallpaper, and began to think about the next thing.

This trip back to the ark was originally to deal with the "bug" of the complete immersion system, but he himself did not expect that after landing, he was immediately involved in another more serious accident before even sitting on his buttocks.

Compared with the "meme crisis", the existence of the "BUG incident" has been so thin that it is dispensable - the secrets and resources that the undead crew will master once again exceeded Ke Lan's expected limit. He is almost sure, Even if I choose to report the "BUG incident" as it is, it will not cause any waves.

The existence of "Zero" may still attract the attention of the Undead Crew, but as for Ke Lan himself...

He always has a feeling that he has been completely seen through by the undead crew.

Just like meeting the "Pope" Chiron when he first met the "Pope" Chiron in the South Sixteenth District, Ke Lan's thinking and memory were almost completely transparent in front of the other party's special abilities—but, even so, Chiron did not reveal much. feeling of surprise.

This may be because Chiron has been bored with eternal life, and even lost interest in everything about time, but Ke Lan cannot rule out that it is because Chiron already knew everything, so when he saw himself When it is "secret", it will appear so calm.

Ke Lan really wants to know what happened to her... and what is the connection between all this and the Undead Crew.

However, whenever he asked about these things, any member of the crew club, including Chiron, would have an attitude of "unspeakable"—could it be possible that he really had to wait until he officially joined the immortal Will the crew have access to the truth of the matter?
(End of this chapter)