Marvel's Great Old Ones

"Hey Todd, how are you feeling?"

The captain of the military special service team took the lead in putting on the special chemical protective clothing and patted the team members who were a little nervous.

The other party was still a newcomer. He thought that this introverted young man was a special technician recruited within the military. He was much younger than the "old guys" like them who had actually participated in the battle.

Perhaps it was because the other person was not much older than his son, and the captain of the special service team had always taken great care of this young man.

Of course, the most important thing is that Todd has enough ability to make the special teams team willing to accept him.

As a top student in biology and physics, it can be said that if it weren't for the fact that his ancestors were soldiers, he would be in the laboratory now rather than in the field.

"It feels... ok."

Todd's normal body shape looks out of place with the big men around him, but fortunately it is not so obvious under the huge biological protective suit.

"This is your first mission. I didn't expect to encounter such a situation at the beginning. Oh - Shet, my hair."

Todd didn't care about pulling on the clothes that had been hanging down, and quickly stepped forward to help him pull out his hair that was caught in the chemical protective helmet.

This kind of orange military heavy-duty chemical protective suit has been modified and added with a lot of bulletproof pottery pieces. Regardless of the weight, those seams are particularly easy to get the hair on the body stuck. In just a short while, many team members have already screamed because the body hair got stuck. Speak up.

"Captain, do you know anything about this operation?"

Pulling off the straps, Todd secretly glanced at the tank approaching with a huge roar not far away. He was speechless. He didn't know what kind of monster the target was this time. It required mobilizing so much power. You know This is New York City, not a vast wilderness or the streets of a backward country.

The middle-aged man who was stuck with sparse resources above his head glanced at the approaching tanks and said comfortingly: "It's nothing. You know, the gentlemen in the military and political affairs department are more willing to clean up than pay a large pension." Take a look at these old antiques that are close to being scrapped."

"is it?"

Todd closed his mouth. He didn't know why, but his face looked a little pale. Ever since he came to Brooklyn and saw the thick fog that drowned the city, he felt a haze in his heart, an extremely heavy pressure. It seemed as if it was going to crush him and drown him.

"Okay, okay, it's nothing. We are just an exploration team going forward, and there will be support troops behind us. Nothing will happen."

Looking at the absent-minded team members, the captain pretended to be bold and patted the opponent's shoulder.

"Okay, are you ready? The first exploration team, gather and report!"

The first exploration team has a total of ten people, all of whom are explorers sent by the military alone, four assaulters, two attackers, and the remaining four people are two demolition experts, a liaison and an electronic information processor.

Worried about any biochemical toxins or germs, the team members all wore heavy chemical protective clothing that had been simply modified to provide certain protection.

"Checking weapons and equipment and getting ready to go."

The team leader saluted Lieutenant General Ross who was observing the situation not far away, then turned around and yelled.

The members of the exploration team are all soldiers with the best comprehensive qualities that can be selected based on the current situation, so naturally there will be no problems.

The black fog that flooded the entire Brooklyn area this time and cut off communication methods has had a great impact on the upper levels. Regardless of the economic share, there are millions of American citizens here, and no one can bear such a huge responsibility.

It's one o'clock in the morning, six o'clock in the morning at the latest. You must have a certain grasp of the situation in the center of the black fog. Not only can you save people, but at least you must be able to deal with the reporters who smell the fishy smell.

"Sir, this is the phone number from the White House."

A general opened the curtain of the camp and came to Lieutenant General Ross who was watching the drone aerial photography with a phone.

"Who?"

Snapped!

The phone was slapped on the table by the sullen Ross. Those damn reporters were able to find the White House and open a channel for them to shoot and report.

Those bastards who can't keep their mouths are just causing trouble. They just open their mouths and spread unfounded news at will.

"Go and bring those people in, bring people to watch them film, and don't leak anything that shouldn't be released."

Ross' voice was low. He couldn't help it. Those hyenas were able to directly let the idiot in the White House put pressure on him.

The Brooklyn military has sealed the border, and the exploration team conducts a final self-examination, preparing to enter the dark room that isolates the entire Brooklyn.

After testing, it was found that these invisible dark mist can block the transmission of electromagnetic waves, and there is no visual information, phones, monitors and the like at all.

There is a long black line trailing behind each person in the team, connecting the communicators and cameras on the team members.

As soon as they entered Brooklyn, the team members first felt their eyes go dark, and then suddenly they could vaguely see some situations ahead, but they were all blurry, with only a field of vision of two or three meters.

Breathe in - exhale...

Todd held a gun in one hand and a palm-sized electromagnetic field wide-area detector in the other hand, detecting changes in the electromagnetic field ahead.

The chemical protective suit he was wearing was already very heavy, and with the addition of a bunch of instruments and equipment, he was already successful in his usual training just by gasping for air.

Can’t you see that the hacker I heard was recruited from the Honker Alliance is now dragging his body around like a dead pig.

Although the exploration operation was stressful, there was still enough time. The visual conditions in the black fog were not good and driving was not allowed. Things that were inconvenient to carry were placed on two trolleys.

The wheels of the trolley made an extremely harsh sound in the surprisingly quiet dark environment.

"This is really Brooklyn, isn't it Hell's Kitchen? It looks much better than over there in the Bronx."

The commando from New Jersey leaned against the wall, looked at the well-repaired public facilities, and scratched his head. The situation here was a little different from what he had heard.

"This is now, if it were before... haha."

After entering the dark fog for a long time, there was no situation or even sound, and everyone relaxed. The captain walking in front was no exception. He turned his head and looked at it with boredom.

He does have some understanding of the situation in Brooklyn. After all, his family also moved out of Brooklyn.

I don’t know why, but the Brooklyn Borough government began to vigorously rectify the urban situation. It invested a lot of money and gained a lot.

"Todd, how's it going?"

The captain shouted from a distance. After discovering that there was no situation, under the command of the headquarters, they had begun to try to separate.

"everything is normal."

Todd carefully touched the street wall and moved closer. The test data of the instrument in his hand were all normal. If it weren't for the unusual situation he saw in front of him, he would even suspect that these were all fake.

call!

what the hell!

Todd's body trembled, and his legs almost fell to the ground. It seemed like something was shaking from behind him just now.

Looking back, everything was business as usual, nothing moving at all, unless the guy was still able to hit the wall.

Is it an illusion? Because I'm too nervous?

"Todd, did you find anything?"

Heavy footsteps came from the front, and the captain emerged from the darkness in front.

"No, except for the darkness here, everything is normal. Even normal is too much."

"Okay, get ready to enter the room area to investigate the situation."

Through the wired communicator, the two assaulters moved along the wall. Outside, a group of people were analyzing the existing map of Brooklyn and giving the team coordinate guidance.

The four people walked across the street to the apartment building at the back and broke open the locked door to get inside.

Under the shroud of darkness, these buildings completely lost their shape. They were just tall giants standing in the surging mist, silently and indifferently watching the few small insects that entered their bodies.

"Things aren't right here."

Looking at the silent and dark corridor, the four people suddenly felt a chill spreading from their tailbones to their brains.

"Act separately, search carefully, and pay attention to the situation."

The captain held the gun in his arms and lowered his voice unconsciously.

Wearing chemical protective clothing, the sound of heavy footsteps crawled into Todd's ears like flying insects. A deep and heavy feeling of loneliness slowly penetrated all his thoughts along the brainstem, and all the fantasies about ghosts and hells emerged crazily. come out.

"Observe forward. Leave the upstairs to the other three while you search downstairs."

The voice from the command center echoed in the helmet, and the headset made a harsh rustling sound as the man's movements dragged the data cable.

I don't know when, maybe because the line was extended too long, the sound distortion became serious, making Todd, who was already feeling very uneasy, shrink his head again.

Every time the sound sounded, he would feel panicked, as if he was being targeted by some indescribable monster.

Just like those disgusting monsters in the Cthulhu Mythos.

Todd wanted to scratch his head, but he touched the hard helmet, and suddenly thought of the book he had read.

Brooklyn seems to be the birthplace of the Church of Fools. There is also a church, could it be...

He thought of those evil, dark and cruel rituals and disgusting and ugly monsters, and a feeling of nausea rose up in his throat.

Not to the point, not to the point of...

It is impossible for the exploration team's search range to extend too far, at least today, because the data line is not long enough.

Even with the capabilities of the military, there is nothing that can be done here in the short term.

However, this situation has been resolved. Some people have proposed using helicopters to mount data lines and information processors as transfer stations to transmit signals to the command camp.

Bang bang bang, squeak——

"Hiss, Chet."

The moment he pried open the door, Todd couldn't help but want to cover his ears. When he raised his hand, he realized that he was still wearing a helmet and still holding a tool in his hand.

The captain and two commandos had already gone upstairs to search, and he was preparing to pry open the control room and residence on the first floor to check the situation under the remote control of the headquarters.

Opposite the camera are Lieutenant General Ross and several civilian staff officers. In front of everyone present is a huge projection screen, which contains the perspective record of the exploration team.

The angle of view rose to the center of Brooklyn. The white fog in the black room and spiritual space was so thick that it seemed to be about to liquefy.

It is said to be mist, but actually the two are more like light, a light that appears in black and white and does not belong to the category of reason and wisdom.

In the center of the two, in the center of the restaurant, the points where the two latitudes truly meet and manifest meet together, and the light of the mist is mixed with stars that have the same size and concept in reality.

The majestic chanting has stirred the entire restaurant hall into a pot of chaotic soup. Countless chaotic things are surging in it. Various concepts are on the verge of shattering in the face of the great will. What finally emerges is this intertwined picture. picture.

The green shield transformed by Cthulhu was fixed in the gap between the two spaces by several tentacles. Inside, except Ashina Isshin, who was quite comfortable, the other people all looked numb and chaotic.

Even after being filtered by Cthulhu, the infinite and chaotic torrent of knowledge still made their heads seem to be overloaded, leaving them no time to engage in any meaningful thinking.

The reason Ashina Isshin was able to escape the torrent was because he was just a creature created by Li Xiu's distortion, a weapon, and a moving corpse. There were not so many concepts in his brain that needed to be adhered to. , in a true sense, the left brain goes in and the right brain goes out.

If an ordinary person's head is a tunnel full of rocks and needs to be washed away by the waves, then Isshin Ashina's head is like a fine piece of sand, wandering with the torrent.

Sure enough, brainless people can be happier.

In the invisible space of consciousness, light points like stars flicker continuously, even forming waves like breathing.

Li Xiu's consciousness has dissipated, just like the original infinitely small and infinitely heavy core of the universe. After the explosion, it dispersed into the entire consciousness space, mixed with the power of faith and spirituality. It was ignited by the energy he absorbed and turned into silver. torch.

This is not death, it is not dissipation, it is spreading, it is occupation, it is sublimation, breaking and then standing up, climbing towards the perfection and infinity of this level.

Sublimation is not a simple accumulation of energy, it is transformation

Invisibly, the wall between the world of the Marvel Cinematic Universe that exists and does not exist faces the torch that mixes the power of the two worlds, like glass colliding, breaking into spiderweb-like cracks.

Through the tiny cracks, a majestic existence that can never be seen in its entirety slowly approaches, just like the huge life that approaches the "little submersible" out of curiosity and slowly approaches the barrier of the Marvel world.

An eye, an eye that can even cover the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Countless boiling, intertwined, and extremely fast collisions of light, matter, and souls intertwined into that tight eye. The omniscient and omnipotent existence that could not be looked directly at, and that could not be described, lowered its gaze.

hum!

The whale cry of the giant beast echoes, and countless white and slender white yarns composed of time, destiny, past and future are crazily colliding, tearing, and shattering at the cracks, trying to break through a universe and enter its body.

"My father——"