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墨書 Inktalez
"Who would be friends with you? No one would want to, you traitor," someone spoke up.
Indeed, at such times, more people were willing to survive. However, when Fire Capital revealed his identity, many were ready to believe that they could stake their lives and die alongside this traitor.
"You traitors are so stuck in your old ways, unwilling to believe in my research results. This has led to your narrow-minded views on new matters," Fire Capital said with a smile.
"So this is your enlightened approach? Abandoning your humanity to become the lapdog of that old hag, Elder Maya I?" Russell retorted.
"Shut up!" Fire Capital suddenly erupted in anger, his sharp voice vibrating through his throat in a deafening roar. "I won't allow you to speak ill of Your Majesty! Humans, I cannot let you go back. Don't blame me after you die!"
Flames surged from his body, flickering beneath the dark scales.
In an instant, the intense aura he released transformed the surroundings into a white purgatory, a blinding haze of silence.
One must understand that Fire Capital's ability was to control the element of fire; this power was more tumultuous than a volcanic eruption.
The enormous Candle Dragon Purgatory he unleashed created a bizarre magnetic field that interfered with everything around it.
Computers and mechanical materials melted in that moment as if crushed by immense atmospheric pressure and searing flames simultaneously.
In just a few seconds, everything fell into silence as Fire Capital gradually reined in his aura.
If he continued to unleash this power, he could potentially trigger an eruption from the nearby volcanic forces. He did not wish to ruin Mother Queen Maya I's plans. Even without doing so, he knew well what kind of weapons humanity would use against them. The shining metallic structures far beyond the atmosphere could very well bring devastating blows to his kin.
The sudden change in Mother Queen Maya I stemmed primarily from her realization of humanity's resilience; they were not so easily destroyed.
Even if the solid foundation began to rot from within, the facade of strength was futile. If the heart had decayed completely, what fear could there be in pretending to be strong?
Yet the Queen Mother also understood that even a sickly old tiger could strike with surprising force at its last breath.
Though they were powerful enough and had never been at a disadvantage in war, it was primarily the wisdom and ideas accumulated by humanity over the years that these mighty beings could not compare to.
Fire Capital slowly calmed his fury, the pressure and flames around him gradually subsiding.
"Damn it, humans, you have forced my hand. Don't regret this decision," Fire Capital said, turning to coldly survey the crowd standing in place.
"Our war is not over yet. When the Emperor descends, that will be the true moment of reckoning. At that time, the survival of our two races will need to be resolved. For the sake of our right to exist, we cannot compromise here. Farewell, brave and fearless human warriors~~"
Fire Capital floated into the air, two membranous bone wings sprouting from his back, a light purple halo enveloping the membranes, emitting waves of flames.
Taking a deep breath, Fire Capital thoughtfully flew off into the distance, gradually transforming into a point of fire.
As that point of fire slowly disappeared, the air suddenly turned cold.
It was unclear how much time had passed—perhaps a week or even several months.
In a certain corner, Freyr struggled to stand with a body that felt like it was falling apart from pain. He could hear nothing; he had gone deaf, and his vision was extremely blurred.
He didn't even know if he was still alive in this world; he couldn't even feel the pain from his wounds.
Yet he seemed unable to accept his control over this body. Each step required immense effort; it was clear he understood just how severely injured he was.
He groped his way back toward Farm, where no one was left to speak to him; it seemed that all life had long since vanished.
Where had everyone gone? Had they returned? Freyr looked around in confusion but still couldn't see clearly.
He didn't even know how much time had truly passed when suddenly he remembered something very important to him.
It was a Bluetooth headset made from alchemical materials. Although that Bluetooth headset contained explosive substances, it still had some functionality for transmitting sound. However, he was uncertain if anyone would still respond to him.
He carefully crafted the words he wanted to convey and slowly infused them into the Bluetooth headset.
Then, through transmission, they were sent to any open Bluetooth headphones, although the probability of this happening was quite low.
However, if at that moment, during that time frame, someone happened to be using their headphones to stream a video, then his voice might just be transmitted through their Bluetooth headset.
The likelihood of this probabilistic event was indeed minuscule.
Yet, nothing is absolute; he no longer had the energy to do anything else. His vision seemed to continue deteriorating, and he had no idea how long it would take before he went completely blind.
Having edited dozens of voice messages to send out, he was uncertain whether his words would be understood or if they would become a joke circulating on the internet.
Time passed slowly.
During this period, everything seemed eerily quiet. He pondered various thoughts in his mind, including fragments of his battle with that creature etched into his memory.
It was a brand new experience, but also a terrifying one.
It was because he had angered that monster that he found himself in such dire straits.
He wasn't sure if he should have acted back then, but everything that followed was a blur; he lost consciousness, and the sound of his ear had faded away. It wasn't until he awoke that the changes in this world became hard for him to accept. His vision faded, and his senses dulled.
He could speak, yet no sound reached his ears.
The entire world seemed to be abandoning him, and he felt no pain whatsoever.
He even gave himself a mental boost to stabilize his emotions, reminding himself that things couldn't get any worse than they already were.
He had lost everything; there would be no situation worse than this.
"Hey, come over here! It seems like there's someone over this way."
Suddenly, the atmosphere became lively as a helicopter descended onto the open area.
The Wheat Field was barren, not a single blade of grass remained, and even the roots had been scorched.
However, those who arrived here paid no mind to it, as there was nothing particularly strange about the place.
What they didn't know was that something terrifying had once occurred here, known only to those who had experienced it.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" another person responded.
They hurried closer, and upon taking a good look, someone shouted, "Yes, that's right! It's definitely a person."
"It looks like he's injured. Quick, call for nurses and doctors!"
One of them approached in astonishment. Sitting on the ground was an unconscious man who showed no signs of awareness; even with people nearby, he did not react defensively.
"He seems dazed. Is he... stupid?" Someone patted Freyr's chest, but there was no response whatsoever.
"You’re the one being foolish. He must have suffered some immense shock," another person said, shaking his head as if he had some medical knowledge. "But that's odd; why does he still have a smile on his face?"
This phenomenon was indeed strange; no matter how much they shouted, he remained unresponsive, as if trapped in some kind of trance. Such a reaction was far from normal.
When the doctor and nurses finally arrived, along with several assessing scientists, biologists, and geologists, they were all taken aback by the scene before them.
They were astonished and intrigued by the stone statues standing in front of them.
"Get everyone! Pack these things onto the helicopter and take them back for research," one of the geologists instructed.
"Handle it gently, don't break it. It must not have any flaws; this could be the most precious treasure. Everyone, be careful and secure it with ropes," someone continued to shout.
Some workers descended from the helicopter, looking equally astonished by the stone statue before them. They wondered how such a unique stone could form—hard, white, and in various poses, with exaggerated expressions of terror on their faces. Some mouths were wide open in shock, while others seemed to convey a profound understanding of life and death, showcasing a range of emotions like a literary exemplar.
Yet, this very stone thrilled the Geologist, who held a hammer and magnifying glass, moving alongside the workers as they transported it back to the helicopter.
"Oh dear, the injuries are too severe. What exactly has he confronted?" The doctor wearing glasses frowned in concern.
"What's wrong, Doctor? Is he dead or alive? Is there still hope?" two anxious individuals nearby asked urgently.
"He’s still alive, but I fear there's little difference between being alive and dead at this point," the doctor lamented again. "The current situation is quite clear; if we want to save him, we need to take preventive measures immediately. Bring a stretcher; we need to stabilize his knee with a cast. The meniscus is shattered, and it looks like the bones in his lower body are completely broken. We need to secure it with a cast. As for other areas, his eardrum is perforated, but his vocal cords seem fine. His retina has been overstimulated by excessive light and is damaged; we should refer him to a specialized hospital for retinal surgery."
"There are no major issues elsewhere, like with the capillaries or muscles. The biggest concern is that he seems to have suffered a significant psychological blow. Frankly speaking, I can call some good medical friends to treat his physical injuries, but I'm not very familiar with psychiatrists. However, you could seek out a psychologist for hypnosis or even erase some memories; perhaps that approach might work."
"Are you kidding me? That's for mental illness! From what I know, this condition is just caused by severe shock; your method is meant for psychiatric patients," one soldier replied skeptically.
"You’re mistaken. This condition may seem simple to you, but it's far more serious than you think. Right now, it's just the incubation period; once his reactions pass, his terrifying side will become more apparent. I've studied more patients than you can imagine. Although I'm not a psychiatrist, I have knowledge in this area. Do you understand what an incubation period is? It's when someone appears normal on the surface but harbors dark and twisted thoughts inside," the doctor said mysteriously.
"By your logic, should we just give up on treatment and opt for euthanasia instead?" the soldier continued to question.
"It's not that simple. We don't have the right to let someone die; that's a judgment from above. Since he’s still alive, we must do our humanitarian duty to bandage him up. However, for everyone's safety on the aircraft, we need to put him in a straightjacket and administer strong anesthetics; otherwise, I won't feel at ease," the doctor sighed again, shaking his head while occasionally humming under his breath. "Poor man... what happened here that caused him such trauma? He doesn't look very old; what will happen to his life moving forward?"
The sentimental doctor injected medication into the man lying before him and gently wrapped his knee with a cast before securing it with bandages.
They also brought a deep white straightjacket with three or four straps that wrapped around him tightly, leaving only his face exposed while securing every target area within the straightjacket with belts. Glucose syrup and various nutrients began to be delivered through his arteries; given how emaciated he had become, it was likely due to insufficient nourishment.
Though awake, he was unable to care for himself or eat anything.
As he was loaded onto the helicopter, many people stared at his current state, bewildered about what had transpired there.
There were others, but how did he survive?
The injuries on his body were severe, and the lightest bruise on his face was quite pronounced. It took a considerable amount of time for the bruises to fade.
By the time he woke up, he would likely find that only his fingers could move, while the rest of him was wrapped up like a cocoon.
The helicopter ascended.
"Report to headquarters," someone responded immediately within the aircraft.
"Survivor count is one; everyone else is missing. We also collected a strange type of stone that resembles diamond. We found it odd and decided to bring it back. Once we return, we hope to quickly send someone from the Technical Department to take it away and verify the detailed data inside."
As soon as the words were spoken, numerous digital virtual screens appeared around them. Each screen displayed a special room, and each room faced a series of unfamiliar faces.
They were all engaged in remote conversations, communicating through headsets.
Thus, no one disturbed anyone else, and the voices continued for quite some time.
After a while, the communication finally began to fade away.
"Communication complete; they are all informed. The person returning has been verified as Freyr, who is still a rookie hunter. All the experienced ones have mysteriously gone missing, and according to tests, there are no signs of life left. They have likely met with misfortune."
"Alright, I understand," the man sighed lightly before pausing and then added, "So this mission can be considered a complete failure."
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