Advent

After hearing Sakhir's return, Mark Dom suddenly jumped up from the desk.

He overturned the coffee, and the water-thin coffee soaked his carpet and seat, but this man, who always seemed a bit obsessive-compulsive in the past, and even a bit of a clean freak, didn't care about it at all.

He strode out the door, crossed the dim corridor, and walked straight to the bridge.

Kroen has been considered by everyone to be a brainless political vase in the past, but after the unprecedented blow to the human military base in the Virgo, his performance these days has been unexpectedly good - at least he is 24 years old. He spends hours on the bridge, and he can always be found there.

When Mark Dom rushed to the bridge, Crohn was also in an astonishingly busy state.

Once you start doing things, you will find that everything that was well-organized and can be pushed to others is actually cumbersome and numerous-for Kron, there are too many small things that require him to make decisions and order.

It's just that now all official duties have become trivial matters before the arrival of the Star Destroyer.

Kron even came to the command center in person. Not long after receiving the communication, the place became noisy and busy. It is not a difficult task to meet a terrifying behemoth like the Black Swan Star Destroyer to enter the Virgo human military base. Easy stuff, but no one bothers about it - except Mark Dom.

"Cron!"

Mark Dom shouted immediately after seeing Crohn, but the latter didn't even keep his head buried in the screen.

Of course, he must have heard Mark Dom's call, because Kron took the time out of his busy schedule to raise his hand and waved at Mark Dom, indicating that he would speak later.

It's just that Mark Dom didn't care that much. He took a step forward and suddenly blocked the virtual screen in front of Kron.

Crohn just raised his head, his eyes were red, his eye bags drooped, and he looked at least ten years older than before.

"Mark Dom... You better fucking have something urgent to report, otherwise you are interfering in important official affairs..." Kron frowned because of Mak Dom's interference, his tone was obvious Not very good, but after seeing Mark Dom's current expression, Crohn couldn't help being slightly stunned, his expression relaxed, and his tone slowed down unconsciously, "If you really have something to report , we can talk about it later, now we need to..."

"The Black Swan cannot enter the base berthing area!"

Mark Dom yelled at Kron.

After the words fell, Mark Dom could clearly feel countless shocked eyes cast on him, as if he had become delirious and turned into a lunatic.

Well, maybe in the eyes of these people, he is indeed a lunatic now...

But Mark Dom doesn't care about this.

"The Black Swan must not be allowed to enter the unprotected berthing area. From that position, they only need one shell to directly destroy the core of the military base. If that is the case, we can't even use the emergency capsule to evacuate arrive--"

"What evacuation? What destruction? Makdom thinks you must be under too much mental pressure. That's not the Naga fleet...that's our own black swan!"

Crohn replied strangely.

But he didn't even have time to finish the sentence.Mark Dom's next move startled Crohn.

Mark Dom completely ignored Crohn, the theoretical supreme commander. When he found that other people on the bridge were still carrying out the routine procedure of guiding the Black Swan into the berth, he rushed directly in front of the navigator. Then he simply, neatly, and decisively drew out the gun and sent a burst of bullets to the central control panel.

The gunshots echoed above the bridge along with people's screams.

The virtual screen squeaked, then flickered, and the colors became dimmer than before, and a few buttons appeared malfunctioning red.

"Warning, major violation detected—"

The "Mistress" system immediately judged that Mark Dom's serious violation warning sounded, but it stopped abruptly in the next second.

Mark Dom directly used his own security officer's highest authority, plus a small back door (Rafael sneezed in the corridor), directly interrupting the "mother"'s alarm.

After doing all this, Mark Dom walked around the other crew members who were still in fear and horror, and returned to Crohn's side.

"You...you...you are really crazy..."

"Do you know that Colas guy has escaped? He took his bunch of things, including all his subordinates, and they have all evacuated from the Tianmao human military base - he had already done so a week ago gone."

Mark Dom stared at Crohn's pale face and said sternly.

"What? That's impossible?!" Kron didn't recover until he heard this sentence. He leaned forward, as if he could hear it more clearly.

"I have ordered people to monitor his movements. He has been keeping himself safe these past few days. He even transported a large amount of supplies to the base to ensure his safety in the base..."

"You're an idiot, Kron, and you shouldn't have granted any of his sailing requests if you really wanted to spy on him!"

Mark Dom yelled directly, but Kron still had a face full of disbelief.

Mark Dom cursed, and then he muttered into his comm bracelet.

"Raphael, release the real-time footage of Colas' living cabin!"

"Yes, but..."

A young man's panicked voice came from the opposite side of the bracelet. After stammering for a few seconds, everyone heard another impatient but especially cold male voice muttering.

"Just do what he says, idiot!"

In the next second, there was an exclamation from the central console.

"What's going on here? Someone has hacked into the system..." People naturally looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Then, people saw a picture that shouldn't appear on the central control screen that was constantly flashing various data—that was the living cabin of Colas in the Tianmao human military base.

A young man with a pale face is fiddling with the camera, his eyes are in a trance, and he seems to be in a great panic...

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to violate the alliance's military regulations, but...but the situation is urgent..."

Rafael muttered to the people on the other side of the screen in pain, and then he slowly turned his body so that the scene behind him could be shown to everyone. The empty living room made everyone in the bridge stunned for a moment ——There are many people who don't quite understand what this means, but Crohn is certainly not among them.

He was very familiar with Colas's luxurious living cabin, but he was not familiar with the empty appearance of that luxurious living cabin.

After seeing the scene in the real-time screen clearly, the blood on his face faded away.

There is a saying in the upper echelon of the earth that Colas is like a cockroach, he is always everywhere, and he can always find a way to get something for himself and eat it... No one welcomes Colas, Same goes for Crohn's.

But now Colas' departure is even scarier than his being here.

After all, if in a place, suddenly even cockroaches escape overnight... that can only mean that there is something more terrifying and more desperate disaster is about to strike.

"Establish all the protective nets, adjust the state of the entire base to the highest state of martial law, and prepare for the attack..."

And at the moment when Kron was in a daze, he heard Mark Dom yelling at his subordinates.

Up to this moment, Kron still harbored illusory hopes. He only hoped that everything was thought of by Mark Dom.

Everything is just persecuted delusion...

But then someone's exclamation shattered his illusion.

"The prohibition is invalid-the restrainer has been destroyed. The Black Swan has broken through our gravitational net, and they are approaching our periphery..."

The voices of the junior non-commissioned officers were tinged with confusion and fear.

"They're targeting us, sir."

One of them said blankly.

They seem unable to understand what is happening now, so they can only speak out the reality step by step.

In contrast, the automatic early warning facilities in the human military base, the synthetic electronic voice issued a rapid and cold voice:

"Warning—warning—base coordinates locked—"

"Warning, the base has been locked by heavy weapons, the probability of being attacked - 90.00% [-] -"

……

It's so strange, it's clearly an electronically synthesized voice, but Makdom felt as if he could hear a hint of fear from the cold voice of the "Mistress" system.

However, he soon realized... no, it is definitely not the "Mistress" system that he is afraid of, but himself...

In the next second, before people had time to make the "Mother Mother" system change the orbit of the base to avoid the Black Swan, there was a sudden burst of harsh white noise from the loudspeaker.

The noise was so loud that even a well-trained soldier like Mark Dom couldn't help covering his ears, and his mind went blank.The noise stopped after a few seconds, and then the Matron system came online again.

It's just that the sound that sounded after that made everyone's hearts fall into the ice pool in an instant.

To Mark Dom, at this moment, the voice of "Mother" seems to have become colder and colder...

"A full range of internal scans have been conducted on the Tianmao human military base, military code 902. The system has determined that the base has been fully occupied by the Naga."

"Number of human survivors 0 Naga individuals 137."

"According to the highest principles of coalition military law, it is determined that the base is irreparable...."

"Key 179903... Task content: Destroy the fortress of the Tiannv human military base. Authorized individual: Star Destroyer Black Swan..."

……

"What the hell is going on here? Is the matriarch system crazy? There are no naga here at all, we are still alive, we are all human..."

Someone jumped up screaming, and then yelled at the colleagues around him.

And the same person raised his hand and pointed to the central holographic projection screen.

Rafael has already withdrawn from the central system, so now there are all the data detected by the detectors.

Now there appeared a black shadow, that was the Black Swan.

The appearance of the Star Destroyer is as fierce as people remember, ferocious, huge, and has a strong deterrent force.

In the past, this terrifying sense of deterrence brought people only endless pride and a sense of security.But now, the shadow of the Black Swan has directly transformed into the silhouette of Death.The detectors showed... the Black Swan began to gather energy almost immediately after the "Mother" system gave the authorization.

"It's not right! It's not right! They should be dealing with the naga, not us—"

"No, no... maybe they are targeting the group of naga outside the firepower network..."

Until this moment, some people still expressed hope to their compatriots... to the group of people on the Star Destroyer directly under the military dispatched from the central region of the earth.

After all, no one can accept...that their companions would do such a thing.

"Correspondent, we should connect to the signal of the Black Swan, we have to tell them the truth, we are still alive!"

Kron let out a painful roar. A moment later, the communicator slowly turned his head on the bridge, and he replied in a trembling voice:

"Sir, the Black Swan refuses to communicate..."

"Then try again—"

"How much more time are you wasting? The Black Swan has no intention of connecting to our communications."

Mark Dom couldn't bear to interrupt Kron, he stared at the panicked man in front of him, his face was gloomy, as if covered with a layer of frost.

He looked like he was fighting the urge to punch Kron.

"Then tell me...what should we do, you are so powerful...why didn't you give the order instead of me!"

Mark Dom's words were like a needle piercing the thin layer of rationality that belonged to Crohn, and Crohn broke down and yelled at Mark Dom.

"What to do? Evacuate everyone and run away."

Mark Dom replied word by word.

Then without waiting for Kron to answer, Mark Dom has turned around and directly issued the command that should have been issued by Kron to the other personnel on the bridge.

"Abandoning all thermal energy weapons, it is impossible for us to cause any damage to the Black Swan... Concentrate all energy on the protective net..."

"But, sir, if that's the case, the entire energy grid will be overloaded in a few minutes, and then the protective grid may explode directly..."

A subordinate replied weakly

Mark Domme's response to this was just a cold shrug.

"Oh, don't worry too much about that, anyway, the explosion here is only a matter of time. If the protective net can work... Maybe it will allow us to survive the first round of attacks. This will win us..."

Mark Dom raised his wrist to look at his bracelet, then he raised his eyebrows and said to everyone around him.

"About five to seven minutes. With any luck, maybe a quarter of the population survives—now, issue an evacuation order, folks."

He said.

……

Allen was dreaming again.

It was an unbelievably long dream.

It was also a horrible dream.

This dream was different from any previous one. There was no eternal universe in the dream, no stars that made him feel happy and at ease, and there was not even a singing voice.

There's only a void

No... the void is not quite right here either.

This is just a small space that is extremely cramped, and Allen can feel trapped, deeply trapped.

It's like forcing an elephant into a ring box, or being...buried alive...

Allen felt that he was stuck in a very small, very dark, and extremely stagnant space.

Its light, its heat, and everything about it are tightly compressed in its core area.

That feeling almost drove Allen completely crazy.

Time, space, light, and thinking have all been reduced to nothingness.

He wanted to break free but couldn't move at all. Something was firmly nailed to his soul, like an invisible shackle, trapping him in that terrible "small box".

He collapsed in fear, every minute, every second seemed like eons, but in other words, maybe it's been here for eons... and it doesn't know.

"Help me... help me..."

Allen screamed, he didn't know how he did it.

At the end of desperation, he suddenly felt himself screaming out of pain.

And at this moment, a bright color suddenly flashed in his dream.Allen coughed violently, and then he opened his eyes, only to find that he was still in this horrible and distorted dream.

How do you know this is still a dream?

It's because... Allen actually saw his own mother here.

Mother looked much younger than the last time Ellen saw her.

The mother in the dream is probably only 20 years old or younger, she is simply a young girl, young, beautiful, and immature.

The only constant is probably the indescribable nervousness in her eyes.

Allen watched helplessly as his mother stood in front of him in a dark robe.

It wasn't until this time that Alan noticed that his current position was actually very high, and his own body seemed to be beyond human imagination. Within his field of vision, his mother and other people looked like It's as small as an ant.

There was blood everywhere, a lot of blood, and corpses, flayed people or animals, hung upside down under the high dome.

Scarlet, dark green, silver, and golden blood poured out from the bodies of those people and animals, and then flowed into the complex and weird formations on the ground.

Allen felt that indescribable sense of tightness again, and he began to scream, but this time what came out of his throat was not the cry that a human being should have, but a beautiful and unbelievable cry. singing.

The singing sound seemed to come out of nowhere, or in other words, he summoned it directly from another space...another realm....

"Great eternal silver star, I am here to beg you, I beg you to grant me eternal life... Great silver star, I need you, I need your favor, I need you...

As his mother approached, Allen suddenly felt a powerful attraction suddenly emanating from the woman.

His soul involuntarily surged out from that cramped place, and then rushed towards that woman continuously.

Then a flash of white light flashed, and Allen suddenly felt that he had become extremely small, light, and transparent. He jumped down, and then fell directly into the woman's belly...

"...he heard a scream of pain"

"No, it's not like that..."

Mother……

...that was indeed the cry from the mother...

"Do not……"

Allen uttered the same bleak scream in his nightmare. He jumped up suddenly, and then fell heavily to the ground. The pain came to him along with his waking, awakening him from that terrible dream.

It wasn't until this time that Allen realized that he was so weak that something was wrong. Every joint and every muscle of him seemed to have entered the acid before he knew it.

He was so weak that he could only lie on the ground unable to move, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Yes, he might be running a high fever, he thought vaguely.

It took a long time before he could barely see his surroundings clearly.

Thankfully, he is still in a familiar environment, he is still in the tent that Calvin prepared for himself, but the scene here looks a bit too bleak-although the tents of the people outside the territory are simple, they have all the utensils But everything is available. They entertained Allen with their best and most precious things, but now this little comfort zone has suffered serious damage.

All the furniture, the bed, and even the cloth on the bed had been torn into pieces, as if someone had fought a life-and-death struggle here during the time Allen was unconscious.

Allen couldn't even find a single piece of debris larger than the palm of his hand.

Other than that, what messed up the whole tent was the remains of furniture... and slime.

Maybe it's because it's been in disrepair for a long time, maybe a pipe is broken.

Allen said to himself.

Otherwise, it's hard to explain why the whole tent is covered with wet mucus, which hangs from the ceiling and the walls, showing a disgusting dark green color, and even Alan himself is covered with blood. the slime.

And when the mucus touched the continuous circular marks on Allen's body, he felt stinging from various small damages on his skin.

Allen struggled, trying to get up from the ground, but the mucus made his movements extremely difficult.

Everywhere is wet, everywhere is sticky, slippery, disgusting...

There is a strong smell in the air, which is pine wood, sea salt and another more ambiguous and intense smell, which undoubtedly belongs to Raymond...

However, the man who left behind such a strong smell is not in the tent now.