For the Federation, good and evil are not important.
Whether it can be 'controlled' is the key.
In a critical moment, even praying to the evil god for strength is all right.
Baird came to an underground laboratory.
Not only is it heavily guarded outside, but it is also a Extraordinary team stationed in the Federation.
Almost every once in a while, death-row inmates whose files were destroyed are transferred here to be consumed as various 'materials'.
If everything here is exposed, there will undoubtedly be a major earthquake in the Federation, and countless people will step down.
Walking in the corridor engraved with various runes, even Baird couldn't help but feel a little oppressed.
"How about it?"
He came to a monitoring room and asked.
"We have arranged for criminals to pray to certain evil gods, but none of them responded..."
A man with the appearance of a scientist shook his head: "Or... just contact, it will be polluted, without any valuable information..."
Accompanied by his words, several figures of experimental subjects appeared on the display screen.
Some were tied to the bed, with their eyes closed, struggling constantly, as if they were having a nightmare from which they could not wake up.
Some bit their own wrists with their teeth, drew various symbols of unknown meaning, and turned the prison cell into a bloody graffiti room.
Others have simply been 'destroyed', and even the screens have been banned from being played because the 'pollution level' is too high to be isolated.
"Turing Alsace!"
The scientist in a white coat repeated the name: "The word Turing... seems to be a taboo in mysticism... Even the 'Hide of the Moon', the evil god who always likes to record knowledge, refuses to communicate with us... "
"Not only righteous gods, but even evil gods?"
Baird murmured: "... that person... what the hell is it?"
"Speaking of which, a batch of the latest data has already been transmitted, do you need to take a look?"
The scientist raised his glasses and opened a video.
At the beginning of the screen, it is the city of Posero that has turned into a vast ocean swamp!
In the suburbs, tens of thousands of troops gathered, and unmanned reconnaissance drones flew in the sky from time to time.
The only advantage of the appearance of the second generation of "Anthropomorphic Golem" is that it replaces the original human beings as soldiers, and there is no need to let flesh and blood go on top at this time.
"Another test?"
Baird was talking to himself, his eyes fixed on the screen.
The next moment, accompanied by the sound of orders.
A large number of robot soldiers rushed into the range of Posero City.
The tanks roared, and the barrels of the rocket vehicles roared one after another. It seemed that they were going to clean up the entire city of Posero with artillery fire.
Boom! Boom!
One after another, explosions swept across the entire urban area.
The seawater and mud were blasted into the sky together, and huge deep pits appeared on the ground.
It can be said that in today's city of flesh and blood, even if luck is not blown, the ensuing fire waves and oxygen evaporation can take away anyone's life, even low-level Extraordinary!
After the bombardment wiped out the ground, there was an army of robots who knew no fear and absolutely obeyed orders.
They rushed into the urban area, looking for traces of Turing Alsace.
'Can it succeed? '
Baird knew in his heart that the chances were slim, but he still began to pray, hoping for a miracle to happen.
The next moment, his eyes widened.
One after another, the robots fell to their knees, as if they were crushed by a mountain!
A fighter plane seemed to have lost power and fell straight from the sky.
"Is this... gravity?"
Baird murmured.
"Hmm... According to calculations, the gravity parameters of that urban area have changed..."
When the narrator next to him said this, his voice was trembling.
Immediately, the lens turned into a snowflake.
Although Baird knew that when the army was dispatched, there must be a team of Extraordinary people conducting a surprise attack.
But the end of the opponent is no longer known.
"This video is not meaningless, at least we know... Ordinary physical attacks are meaningless to that person..."
Baird sighed, and his expression turned resolute in an instant: "But... if you want to destroy the world, you have to step over my corpse!"
"The entire Federation, all humans, are working hard to stop him!"
The scientist next to him adjusted his glasses: "This really makes people feel a little ironic. He alone attracted all the sparks that were about to erupt at the bottom of the Federation."
Although he is a researcher, he is also aware of the series of commotions outside.
But now, the original conflicting parties have to turn their guns around and unanimously speak out.
…
deep sea.
On the blue sea level, a research ship is sailing.
"Asterisk of Hope, please reply if you receive it!"
Captain's cabin, contact the radio station.
"This is the Star of Hope. As a research ship, we hope to contribute our strength to the world, over!"
Harlan, the great explorer, archaeologist, and senior federal scientist, put down the walkie-talkie and walked out of the cabin.
"Here... is the origin of the world, and the deep sea below is the Devil's Great Trench!"
He stared at the sea surface and the constantly retracting cables, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames: "The history of lost civilizations, the origin of superhumans...may be useful to today's Federation."
Harlan is not only a scientist on the surface, but also a very high-level Extraordinary in the dark.
He is very clear about what is happening in the Federation, but here is the goal he has pursued all his life.
"If you can unearth the ancient power, maybe you can deal with that person."
Harlan thought to himself.
A short time later, the cables were all retracted and a diver was on deck.
She opened the mask, revealing a pair of blue eyes and an incomparably beautiful face.
"It's very deep below, even if I use my extraordinary ability, I can't dive to the end..."
The female diver regretted: "But I found this..."
She took out a clay tablet covered with shells and seaweed.
"This is... a clay tablet? Impossible... How can such a material survive in the deep sea? It contains mysterious power?" Harun pushed aside the seaweed and fell into a state of confusion.
"Yes, look... the strokes on it are obviously an ancient writing that we haven't discovered before."
The female diver pointed to the fairly clear scratches and said: "Professor... you succeeded, we really found the remnants of the 'Era of Gusulu Mythology'..."
"yes… "
Harlan was a little excited, but also a little regretful.
Excitement is naturally accomplished his goal, but unfortunately only found a clay tablet, I don't know if it will be useful to today's Federation.
"Thanks a lot."
He hurriedly took pictures of the clay tablet, and took pictures of the mysterious characters on it one by one, ready to decipher immediately.
It may be difficult for simple scholars to do this.
But there are many Extraordinary people on their ship, who can quickly accelerate the progress of scientific research.