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Upon hearing Vaughn's words, several companions, including Mohawk, also turned to look over.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but his pupils instantly dilated.

The angel sculpture that should be placed inside the equipment stood next to the equipment.

There was nothing strange about the device, the lid was still properly closed.

The hands of the sculpture are no longer placed at the eyes, but stretched out, as if to grab something forward.

The wings are half-open, giving people the feeling that they are about to spread their wings and fly.

The twisted face carved from gray-brown stone seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and its mouth was open, giving people a numbing feeling.

"What's going on!!" A chill also rose in Mohawk's heart, and his scalp suddenly became numb. He subconsciously raised his weapon and pointed the muzzle at the weird angel sculpture.

Every space adventurer has some knowledge of those terrible things.

They are abominations that are eternally cursed and possess all kinds of strange abilities.

At this time, the lights flickered and endless darkness spread from the corner.

When the lights completely dimmed, Vaughn and others also fell into a brief darkness. The electronic eyes implanted in the eye sockets produced blurry ghost images due to the switching of light and dark.

The figure of the angel sculpture also disappeared from their sight.

When the lights came on and everything around them returned to light, Vaughn and others' vision stabilized again and they could see everything in front of them clearly.

The angel sculpture has moved a lot forward, getting closer and closer to Vaughan and others.

No matter how stupid they were, Vaughan and others realized something was wrong.

The sculptures inside the expensive equipment are not junk.

It is most likely some kind of sealed object containing terrible power.

"Send the captain and Hemond over immediately." Vaughn shouted, "This thing should be a sealed artifact. If you can get it back, you might be able to make a lot of money."

The adventurers are all out-and-out lunatics, greedy thugs to the extreme.

When Vaughn saw the weird angel sculpture, his first thought was not to escape as far away as possible, but to see if he could make a lot of money from this thing.

Don't ask him whether money or life is more important. If life is gone, there may be another life. If you can't make money in this life, you won't be reconciled to death.

If this angel sculpture is really a sealed object, maybe they will really make a fortune.

The Galactic Empire has clear regulations that do not allow private collection of sealed artifacts.

However, the price of sealed items in the black market has always been high. Many wealthy people and organizations are coveting the power of sealed items and want to obtain those ancient sealed items that contain mysterious power. There are even some guys who want to use sealed items to extend their lives.

Technology can only maintain the vitality of the body, and the decline of the soul is the most difficult step in maintaining life.

Many people neither want to practice hard nor be ascetic, but just want to use easy methods to extend their lifespan.

As long as you master the appropriate methods, sealed objects are controllable, and the risk of using them to extend your life is much lower than collaborating with subspace creatures, and it is also far easier than practicing asceticism and abstinence.

"There's something wrong with this thing. Close the door first, otherwise there might be trouble when it runs out." Mohawk pressed the switch next to him, and the heavy cargo door was slowly closed with the sound of mechanical gears turning.

At this time, the lights dimmed again, and endless darkness enveloped them.

Vaughan, Mohawk and others immediately put their hands on the triggers of their weapons and looked around the darkness, trying their best to recover their electronic prosthetic eyes from the blurry ghosting state and see clearly everything in the surrounding darkness.

Their hearts suddenly sank to the bottom. According to normal horror movie logic, this should be the rhythm of something happening.

There was no sound in the darkness, only their rapid heartbeats and the subtle gear and mechanical sounds of the electronic prosthetic eyes.

The excruciating seconds passed quickly, the lights flickered on, and the cargo door remained intact.

Everyone is there, no one is missing.

There were no surprises.

Vaughn and Mohawk looked at each other, and then smiled. They were so surprised that they even frightened themselves.

"We'll be on guard here first, waiting for Hemond and the captain to come over."

Dare to form an adventure team, there must be some means.

The universe is filled with evil abominations.

Without any strength, a ghost who is good at charming can wipe out everyone on this ship.

Drak has stocked up on his adventure ship with a lot of powerful weapons.

There are several weapons that should be banned, such as psychic obliteration and atomic annihilation.

Even if a subspace creature takes one shot, it still has to walk around.

In addition, Korver and Hemond both possess the power of subspace and can expel those subspace creatures.

As long as it doesn't encounter those powerful and unsolvable strange creatures, the Western Cowboy can escape safely.

Everyone relaxed and talked about how they would deal with the strange thing when the captain and Hemond came over later, and how much it was worth.

Mohawk also breathed a sigh of relief. He felt something strange behind his back and turned around subconsciously. What he saw made his eyes dilate instantly.

He let out an uncontrollable scream of piercing terror.

The twisted and ferocious angel with an open mouth was standing behind him.

When he turned back, he happened to meet the other person's eyes, and the other person's hand was on his shoulder.

The last thing Mohawk saw was a penetrating smile on the sculpture's face.

One last thought came to his mind, what was this damn sculpture laughing at, and then his thoughts stopped completely.

His body began to turn into sand from the place where it came into contact with the opponent, and spread quickly, being twisted into a new angel at an extremely fast speed.

The few people who turned around when they heard the screams saw a scene that made their heads tingle.

Relying on their fighting instincts, Vaughn and others immediately raised their guns and fired without even the slightest hesitation.

The plasma ball and pulse beam instantly penetrated the two angel sculptures.

Sand splashed on the sculpture's body, and some parts melted due to the high temperature. After cooling, it turned into glass and then cracked.

The two angel sculptures were destroyed by Vaughn and others without any chance of fighting back, turning them into fragments all over the place.

"Stop." Drake, who came in a hurry, asked Vaughn and others who were in panic to cease fire.

Only then did they recover from the extreme panic and move their hands away from the trigger.

"What happened?" Hemond hurried over with others and saw fragments and lasers everywhere, large and small dark pits caused by the plasma gun, and iron juice still remaining in many places.

"The sculpture came to life and killed Mohawk." Vaughn said with a hint of trembling in his voice, "It was obviously inside, but as soon as the lights went out, it came out and stood behind Mohawk. , turning him into a sculpture as well.”

Hearing Vaughn's words, Drake opened the metal door of the cargo bay and quickly walked towards the equipment with several people holding weapons. When he pushed it open, he saw that it was empty and there was nothing inside. Only the booklet was still inside.

He reached out and picked up the book. Just as he was about to check it, the lights flickered again and everything around him fell into darkness.

A scream rang out, and the nervous crew opened fire in panic.

Ruby-like beams of light screeched through the air.

Seven or eight people screamed at the same time, and a pungent smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

Those who panicked did not shoot any enemies, but shot their own people.

"Damn it, stop." Drake shouted, "You will only hurt your own people by shooting randomly. Turn on the lighting equipment, quickly."

In this day and age, few people still carry lighting equipment.

Most people will have electronic prosthetic eyes implanted.

This kind of mechanical electronic eye supports a variety of microwave vision. It can see objects even in the dark and can see things clearly in the dark without lighting equipment.

It will not be installed on the gun, because if you turn on the light, you will undoubtedly become the target of public criticism and be killed by concentrated fire.

Several crew members, who were always cautious, hurriedly took out their lighting equipment. Before they could start it, the lights came on again.

The angel sculpture, which was originally broken into pieces, has been restored.

The number also changed from the original two to four.

Seven or eight other people fell to the ground, covering their wounds and screaming.

"It was obviously broken, so why did it recover all of a sudden?"

Vaughn's face showed fear.

There is no longer any urge to sell this ghost thing for money. This angel sculpture is most likely the legendary unsolvable level.

They are lucky to be alive.

"It seems like every time they fall into darkness, they will move." A crew member next to him said.

Drake caught this sentence and instantly judged that they should rely on darkness to move, otherwise why would the lights flicker every time.

He said to several crew members who had brought out lighting equipment: "You use lighting equipment to shine on these sculptures."

Several crew members did as Drak asked and shined lighting equipment on the angel sculptures.

When the lights were disturbed and turned off, the lighting equipment still illuminated the sculptures, and they stood there motionless.

There was nothing unusual until the lights came on.

"It turns out that as long as they don't fall into darkness, they can't kill people." Drake looked at Hemond, "Can you banish them? Throw three of them into the subspace, and leave one to be imprisoned in the device."

"let me try."

Hemond unleashed his power, tearing a hole at the feet of the three sculptures and flinging them into the warp.

The whole process went incredibly smoothly.

Three sculptures were exiled to the subspace, and the last sculpture was put back into the device.

When the lights dimmed again, Drake asked everyone to turn off the lighting equipment.

When the lights came on, nothing happened.

Everyone's fear slowly dissipated, they became relaxed again, and they started talking and laughing again.

Although several companions died, there is no adventure without death.

If you're afraid of death, don't hang out.

The only thing they can do for those who survived is to give the money of their deceased companions to the family members designated during the previous registration.

This money cannot be greedy.

Once word spreads that someone has embezzled the money of a dead comrade, not only will they be blacklisted, but they will also be spurned, and even the team will fall apart.

After all, everyone comes out just for the money.

Even the empire has corresponding exemption regulations. The money that registered adventurers exchange for their lives can be distributed to their partners, parents, and children to improve their lives.

Of course, if the amount is huge, heavy taxes will be levied.

Dead people are common in adventuring into this realm.

Everyone was mentally prepared before stepping onto the starry sky.

If one of you dies, you will be sad for a few days. You don’t have to work anymore and you can just cry every day.

I thought everything had been resolved, but when everyone exited the cargo hold, they were horrified to find that seven or eight sculptures were already standing outside.

They all had ferocious faces and open mouths.

This scene made Drake and others feel a chill coming out of them.

"How come there are so many sculptures appearing all at once!!" Drake couldn't calm down at this time.

"Captain." The voice of deputy and technician Isola came through the communication, "These ghosts can run out of the video. I just used the surveillance camera to check the situation on your side, and they just walked out of the screen. He killed a few people and we ran away, so be careful."

Hearing the voice in the communicator, Drake wanted to curse in his heart, "Does this universe still talk about science? What about the conservation of all things as promised?"

"What is scientific about this universe?" Hemond did not forget to complain at this time.

The lights dimmed, then came back on after a few seconds, and the angel sculptures moved a lot towards them.

What frightened them even more was that the three angel sculptures that had just been exiled to the subspace returned to their previous positions, as if they had never been exiled.

This scene made everyone present look desperate.

"Don't worry, use lighting equipment to shine on them." Drake shouted, "As long as we don't panic, they can't do anything to us."

After hearing this, the crew calmed down a little.

But they soon discovered that it was not light that restricted the movement of these things, but their own gaze.

As long as they take away their eyes, the angel sculptures will come to life.

When this pattern was discovered, they also fell into collapse.

The number of angels has become too many and too scattered to be seen at all.

They move like ghosts, and every time the light goes dark or people blink, those things will show ferocious expressions, rush in front of the crew, and transform them into the same kind.

After continuous attrition and an increasing number of Angels, the situation got completely out of control.

<divclass="contentadv">The crew members had a psychological breakdown, stopped listening to Drak's words, turned around and ran away.

Angel sculptures begin to wreak havoc inside the ship.

Drake and Hemond took Vaughn and several other trusted crew members and fled back to the control room, where Isola and two crew members were also hiding.

Seeing the culprit who caused the situation to get out of control, Drake had no idea of ​​asking anyone to blame.

Those angel sculptures are so weird. Who would have thought that they would turn into entities from the video and enter the real universe.

This thing doesn't make sense at all.

"Each of you sit down in your seat and prepare for the spacecraft to start and accelerate." Drac pulled the switch and the thick hatch slowly closed.

"What are you going to do?" Hemond was also frightened, his tone full of panic.

Those angel sculptures are too scary.

No matter what methods they used, they could not kill them completely, but instead increased their number.

"Just do it." Drake didn't explain that much. He sat directly in his seat and started various systems of the ship.

The crew could only follow his orders.

When the spacecraft's engine was warmed up, Drake relieved gravity without warning, opened all the sealed hatches, and then lifted the shielding barrier.

The turbulent air pressure enveloped the unsuspecting sculpture and the unprepared crew, and rushed it into outer space. At the same time, he pulled down the accelerator lever, allowing the spacecraft to accelerate violently in the void, so that he could not be thrown out by the air pressure. The sculpture was also thrown out of the void due to the inertia of acceleration.

Without the gravity field released by the gravity device to offset the overpressure caused by acceleration, everyone was pressed firmly into their seats.

This state lasted for several minutes, causing the surviving crew members to bleed from their mouths and noses, and for a time they thought they would be crushed.

"Let's go back, we can't stay in this hellish place any longer." After Drake relieved the overpressure and restarted the gravity field, he stood up from his position. He looked around at the surviving crew members, each of them was in extremely embarrassed state, "Get away from them now. .”

There was a hint of admiration on Hemond's face. There was a reason why Drake could become the captain.

In such a situation, you can find a chance to survive.

The Cowboy flies into the void, where it will leap into the warp at the designated location.

Only then did Drake remember that the pamphlet he had taken before was still in his pocket, so he took it out and started reading.

[Published by the Human Alliance Special Affairs Association]

[Non-standard containment item, number: 773214, codename: Weeping Angel]

[Warning: Do not close your eyes when Containment Object No. 773214 appears. Containment Object No. 773214 is a quantum lock creature. When observed, they will collapse into sculptures. When not observed, they are active. Keep an eye on them as much as possible. it. But remember, you need to use the memory wiper every three minutes. 】

[Warning: Do not write down the appearance of Containment Object No. 773214 in any form. Those who carry angelic things will eventually become angels. Whether it is memories, pictures, or videos, new angels will be born]

[Warning: Containment No. 773214 can withstand any form of attack and recover instantly after the attacker no longer pays attention. 】

[Warning: Do not try to escape in front of Containment Object No. 773214. No matter how fast you are, they can use quantum states to catch up. Research shows that they can also travel through subspace. 】

[Warning: Containment No. 773214 affects the mind and slightly affects the performance of the fate line. The escort must always remember the concepts that Containment No. 773214 cannot escape, is extremely dangerous, and cannot seek help from it. Once the escort has the idea that Containment No. 773214 is not dangerous and can use its power to escape, please seek help in time. No matter what the crisis is, humans should believe in themselves, not the contained objects. 】

[Containment Measure 1: Let two or more angels look at each other to keep them in a quantum collapse state forever. 】

[Containment Measures : Use time weapons to imprison them in the past forever]

[Containment Measures Three: Seal it using inert materials that can hinder the quantum state. The level of detail should reach the atomic level. 】

【.】

There is also a note inside the booklet. The handwriting is very sloppy. The person who wrote it was obviously in an extremely dangerous situation and wrote it in a hurry.

"Latercomers, when you see this note, it means you have got this damn thing. Don't think it is your wealth, this thing is just a complete disaster. We tried our best to win that war and will This only remaining mother body is contained in a containment coffin. This device is specially made, and all atoms are precisely arranged together to prevent the quantum state of the Weeping Angels. Our base was originally located on a hidden planet in the Beidou Star Territory, but there We were attacked by the Ether Dragon, and we were ordered to escort this dangerous item to the Nephilim Sector, but on the way we were attacked by a group of traitors, mainly from the Priory, who wanted the association's items."

"The fleet responsible for escorting has been destroyed. I chose to overload the subspace engine, throwing us into the crazy ether flow in the galaxy. The ship will instantly disintegrate when leaving the subspace, and I will die as well. I left this note, firstly, to let future generations know that those traitors in the Priory have betrayed our human civilization. Secondly, to warn you that the Weeping Angels are extremely dangerous, don’t let them escape. The Weeping Angels are the most powerful person in the universe. The oldest creature, even if we try our best, we cannot destroy the last mother body. The Weeping Angel can give birth to many daughter bodies, which are easy to deal with. They can be solved or trapped using mirrors, looking at each other, etc. When When there is only the last Weeping Angel left in reality, it will become the mother body. Most of the methods to deal with the child body cannot deal with the mother body. The mother body can only be sealed and cannot be destroyed, even if it is conceptually erased. If you really want money, send it to the Nephilim Sector. If the Human Alliance government is still running, they will give you a generous enough reward."

The contents of the manual and the note made Drake's face pale, full of annoyance and regret.

He is obviously a veteran who has been traveling in the void for many years, so why did he make such a stupid mistake! !

"This is not your fault, Captain. It is this thing that is affecting us. This place is far away from the protection of the God Emperor. It affects our lifeline and makes us develop in the direction of releasing it and letting it be free." Hemond His face was pale, and until now he felt like a manipulated puppet, "You should really build a church, at least we won't be fooled to this point by the other party's power."

Every psyker intuitively feels the power of the God-Emperor.

He affects every aspect of the Galactic Empire.

Invisible protection connects every citizen of the empire, keeping innocent people away from the influence of abominations.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force built churches and brought state priests with them not only to preach and preach, but also to channel the power of the God Emperor to protect them.

From the moment the Western Cowboy was attacked and forced to jump out of subspace, to the discovery of the signal and the salvage of the sarcophagus, the crew members all had feverish minds and wanted to open the coffin and check it out, without even a single voice of objection.

Now, looking back at all the things they have experienced, they will feel that it was all so natural, so natural that it was weird, as if they were being guided to do so.

How could he be attacked by such a coincidence! !

How could he escape from the subspace in this place and come to this ghost place that is several light years away from the nearest star system? He also happened to discover the containment left by the Human Alliance.

Normally, experienced sailors would act like they were mindless and ask to open a contained object that had not undergone safety inspection.

It all adds up to too much coincidence! !

Hemond's words made Drake look frightened. He turned his head to look at Hemond little by little, as stiff as a puppet. "If we were affected from the beginning to the end, wouldn't our escape back to the empire's borders be the same?" .”

As soon as these words came out, Hemond's eyes widened.

"They're taking advantage of us and letting us take them to crowded areas."

Realizing that something was wrong, the two men turned around suddenly and found that the angel sculpture that was supposed to be thrown out of the spacecraft was already standing behind them.

Some of them covered their eyes, while others showed ferocious faces.

Along with the screams, the Western Cowboy expedition ship fell into complete silence.

There is no sound of human breathing anymore in the huge spaceship, only one cold sculpture after another with eyes covered.

Flickering lights flickered in those huge warehouses, illuminating their faces in varying amounts of light and dark.

The ship drifted in the warp, heading towards the territory of the Galactic Empire.

Eventually leaping out of the warp in an outpost system called Cape Town.

After jumping out of the subspace, the Western Cowboy made no movement. It floated quietly in the void, only sending out signals continuously.

A few days later, another expedition ship found the Cowboy without a question or movement.

"Are we going to get rich??" The captain of the expedition ship showed excitement, "Let's go over and take a look, maybe we can make a big fortune."

Rigel galaxy.

The bustling hive city is a true city that never sleeps.

Brilliant neon lights lit up half the sky.

People enjoyed a peaceful life under the protection of the God-Emperor, making noises for lovers, families, and trivial matters at work, or embracing and kissing sweetly for some reason.

These ordinary, ordinary people think these things are all there is to the world.

There is no sense of peace at all, what kind of undercurrent is hidden under ordinary life.

Those evil things and traitors hidden in the darkness are ready to move, eager to destroy the lives of ordinary people at any time and drag them into the abyss to please the so-called gods.

It was a dark alley with no lights and only smelly sewage and excrement.

A man was covering his wounds and staggering away.

If you look closer, you will find that his body is in tatters.

It was full of dark wounds left by laser gun burns.

While running, he looked back with a look of horror on his face, as if something was chasing him.

cough!cough!cough!

The man coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood, looking extremely embarrassed.

He struggled forward, eventually turning the corner and escaping into an abandoned factory.

This factory has been abandoned due to urban development, the energy has been cut off, and it is pitch dark.

Normally no one comes here.

The man panted and walked to a corner where some of the things he had stored were hidden.

When he moved away the clutter, a dark silver box appeared in front of him.

When the box is opened, the internal lights automatically turn on, illuminating the contents inside.

Three precious military nano-therapeutic agents.

It is said that it is a top-notch product specially supplied to the expeditionary force and cannot be found among the people.

He also spent a lot of money to get it from the black market.

The man took out a nano-healing medicine, plunged it into his body, and injected the medicine into his body.

A numb feeling came from the needle, suppressing his injury.

The nanomolecules will complete the initial treatment within a few hours, but deeper treatments require a trip to the hospital.

The medicine will only stop bleeding and promote cell growth and division, but will not restore the wound to its original state.

If you do not receive professional treatment, the cells will continue to proliferate and become something like sarcoma.

The man who had been injected with the nanomedicine was in much better condition, at least not in so much pain. He panted and sat on the dusty ground to recover his remaining strength.

"These hawks and dogs of the false emperor." He cursed angrily, "I guess all the other players have died, and now I am the only one left. But if I still have this, I will definitely be able to stand up."

The man took out a living creature that resembled an umbilical cord and was still squirming from his arms, with a maniacal smile that could not be concealed on his face.

This is the reward of an SSS-level game. The umbilical cord of the young god can give life in the mortal world a hint of divinity.

It was that game that exposed the remaining players to the Empire's hawks, who were rounded up and killed.

Under the siege of the empire, hundreds of players died tragically. The man relied on enough props and luck to escape, but he only narrowly missed death.

"As long as I can gain divinity and advance to a higher level, I will be able to gain the power to protect myself. When the time comes to leave Ritel and go to other galaxies where the empire's jurisdiction is not strong, I will definitely be able to rise and become a god."

"In this universe, if you don't become a god, you will always be an ant. I must become a god, and I must be above all living beings. At that time, labor and management will kill all the minions of the false emperor, including the damn false emperor."

The more he talked, the more crazy the man became, and his murderous intention became more intense.

He understands that only by mastering the strongest power can he avoid today's crisis.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and swallowed the squirming umbilical cord whole.

Eerie whispers and chaotic screams exploded in the man's mind.

Some weird hallucinations also flashed quickly in his mind.

Endless broken time and space, huge tentacles extending in all directions, pairs of giant eyes filled with endless wisdom embedded in bloated flesh.

Countless ugly-looking creatures assembled from broken limbs can be seen everywhere. They cry out one after another, biting and devouring each other continuously, showing their desire to drag everything into this world.

Countless absurd and true secrets poured into his mind, making the man cry and laugh at the same time.

The intense stimulation caused his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth to bleed.

But a powerful force also grew from his body.

Cracks appeared in the surrounding space and time.

The creeping darkness whispers fear.

Countless knowledge drilled into his mind, causing him to scream in pain.

The body is also slowly transforming.

Even though it was so painful, the smile on the man's face became more and more crazy, because he had a glimpse of the possibility of becoming the eternal god.

"Become a god, I want to become a god."

"Why is your soul so selfish? Kneel down to those false gods, just so that you can have power over your fellow humans??"

A cold, indifferent voice came, echoing in the dark factory.

The man looked towards the direction from which the sound came, with fear on his face.

A figure covered in pitch black armor walked towards the man step by step.

The cloak fluttered with his steps, and if you look closely, you can see countless taboo runes engraved on the surface of the cloak.

The long sword in his hand was in a cold state. When it was activated, the arc of electricity covered the cold sword body engraved with runes like a leaping elf.

"The minions of the false emperor." Even after eating the forbidden thing, the man was still scared to step back.

"I prefer you to call me by another name, Dante."

The visitor raised his sword, and the dancing arc reflected his handsome face and white hair.

It is the Lord of Demon Hunting - Dante, the best demon hunting warrior under the God Emperor, who is hated and feared by countless subspace creatures.

There are typos that can be corrected, even if they have been corrected several times, but there is no guarantee that they won’t remain.

There are 8,400 words in one chapter, and I had a great time writing it. I exceeded the limit in no time.