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墨書 Inktalez
Even with the Holo-Double slowing down, it was still difficult to discern the angles of movement.
However, it was much better; at least the general outlines of movement were visible.
The camera had slowed to Ultimate, and if it were to slow down even further, it would still not capture the scene clearly.
The Smart Chip controlled humanoid Thinking computer could even manipulate the Zhen Head to control the camera feed.
The lens shifted, revealing a series of blurred monsters moving slowly across the screen.
Freyr sat with several hunters beneath the platform, all of them intently gazing at the Virtual Screen, as if they were once again experiencing everything in that dark corridor.
"It's too slow; I can't see anything clearly," someone muttered.
"Shh!" Russell quickly hushed them, his gaze sharpening as he focused on the Virtual Screen.
The image was indeed blurry; no matter how good one's eyesight was, combined with the low clarity of the Virtual Screen, even those with sharp vision began to grow impatient and rubbed their eyes.
No one had expected today to unfold like this.
The intense strain on their eyes was unexpected as well, and the footage continued for half an hour before finally concluding.
When it ended, everyone rubbed their eyes, relieved that it was finally over.
Russell sighed lightly and said, "Alright, what are your thoughts?"
Anis replied irritably, "What else can we say? It's a blur. It's more exhausting to watch than before. Honestly, those creatures have very strange movement patterns; they prefer to move in groups and attack together. From their behavior, they seem to be a pack-hunting species, carnivorous because they cannot resist the temptation of flesh."
Russell nodded slightly in confusion and quickly turned to the others nearby.
"Anything else?"
"Um," Freyr raised his hand and said, "I have some other observations."
"Mainly, it's a matter of behavior. These creatures exhibit a pattern of behavior that resembles what I know about ants. The worker ants guard their queen, acting as the first line of defense, and they are also responsible for hunting. When faced with an attack, their immediate action is not to charge forward but to form a wall to protect something."
"That something isn't specifically an object. After we finished the battle, we searched the factory thoroughly but found no usable clues. What we discovered most were fragments of shells resembling Protein Gel. They seem to hatch new individuals, but their thinking and patterns are similar to those of the Zerg."
"If it's not an object, then what they are protecting can't be the eggs, right? We searched even the darkest corners and found no suspicious clues," one of the hunters agreed.
"No difference? There’s still one place we overlooked."
"The flower board—who has checked it?"
At this remark, everyone was taken aback, suddenly enlightened.
It was clear that this location had indeed been neglected.
Russell huffed and said, "This is my responsibility. At that time, I didn’t consider this possibility. The result could very well be that we missed this egg, which triggered the subsequent events. This is all on me; I think it’s necessary for me to resign from my position as captain."
"Don't! There's no need for that; none of us expected this outcome," others quickly stood up and bowed to Russell.
"But..." Russell glanced at his companions, feeling a mix of emotions inside.
Having worked together on missions, they had built not only camaraderie but also stronger bonds than before. Moreover, as a leader, Russell often took charge of daily tasks and responsibilities himself.
His strength was widely recognized; during battles, he was always the first to charge ahead. With such selfless and courageous spirit, it would be hard to find someone else in the team to replace him as leader.
"There’s no 'but.' No one is more suitable than you as captain," Freyr smiled at Russell.
"Alright then; I won’t resign in shame. If I have any command issues in the future—if a minority goes against the majority—you can impeach me and choose someone else for the captaincy. Let those capable take charge," Russell said indifferently.
"Yes, there’s no rush for that," someone chimed in cheerfully.
"Okay then, let’s proceed like this. Given the current situation, we must report our findings here. I’m afraid the promised rest time might be canceled; I apologize to everyone."
The expressions on everyone's faces turned uncomfortable, and aside from Freyr, who seemed fine, they all shouted in unison, "We haven't even had a break yet."
"We just took a break; what do you think that time spent watching the video was?" Just as the others were becoming displeased, Russell shook his head and said seriously.
Everyone fell silent at once. Anis had already shut down the computer and repackaged the USB drive before tossing it back into Russell's hands.
The two worked together with an ease that belied their short acquaintance of just over a week; they felt more like long-time partners. At that moment, everyone’s demeanor shifted to one of seriousness.
Russell's expression darkened as he said, "There’s no time for rest now. So many lives have already been sacrificed. If we want to prevent more from being lost, we must stay here and fight. If this matter didn’t concern us, we could live freely. But because of our negligence, a demon has escaped our sight and continues to consume new lives. We cannot allow it to live any longer. Right?"
"You are the captain," one of the hunters said as he sat back down. "Everyone listens to you; don’t be so formal about it. This is everyone’s responsibility. If we’re going to die, let’s die together." His straightforward words were well-received; among hunters, death was seen as a glorious honor.
"Not necessarily," Russell replied. "We are hunters, equipped with the best gear and mobility equipment. Our chances of survival are high. Some of us may be weaker and could indeed fall, but once it makes a move, the rest will charge in without hesitation to avenge those who have fallen." Anis suddenly sat down as well, speaking confidently for the first time and boosting the morale of the Hunters.
"Ha!" Russell took a deep breath, stood up slightly bowing his head. "I want to thank you all. I need to report our situation and request special permission for us to return to the scene as the Third Team investigation unit. Prepare yourselves; we might be leaving soon."
"Yes, boss," everyone responded in unison, understanding each other without needing further words.
"Quite humorous," Russell chuckled as he turned and opened the door to leave.
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