Transcendent Dawn

According to divination and the many 'mysterious items' held by the Federation...the discovery on the Star of Hope is related to the No. 1 target!

On the helicopter, Baird quickly took over a confidential document.

Your mission is to ensure the safety of the researchers and bring back the discoveries intact.

A man in black said solemnly: The Federation will have a team of Extraordinary, at your disposal.

I see.

Baird took a deep breath, indicating that he was fully aware.

Although he is not optimistic about the act of divination in his heart, since it is a task, he must complete it.

...

Meanwhile, on the Star of Hope.

Shana, a female diver, was carrying a plate with sandwiches and coffee, and knocked on the door of Scholar Harlan.

Since getting those photos and clay tablets, this scholar has been immersed in research and locked himself in the room for a day and a night, which is really worrying.

Boom!

Boom!

There were knocks on the door one after another, but there was no response from Harlan.

This... something went wrong.

Xia Na didn't care about anything, let go of inspiration, and poked behind the door.

next second.

She felt the terrible darkness, with a sense of the erosion of historical time, surging in, making her whole body tremble.

Come on!

Her high-pitched voice pierced the silence.

After a while, several sailors came over and opened Harlan's bedroom door with a fire axe.

boom!

The bedroom door was smashed open, and a bloody smell came out.

not good.

The sailors, shotguns in hand, entered the room warily.

They saw a pool of dark red blood on the ground, and saw Scholar Harlan sitting on a chair with a revolver in his mouth.

Red, white, and black smudges covered the wall behind him.

vomit!

Seeing this scene, several crew members immediately turned their heads, clutching their throats and retching.

Harlan... committed suicide? Impossible!

Shana was the first to disbelieve that Harun, as a Extraordinary, a scholar with lofty ideals and goals, would commit suicide.

‘Unless… being manipulated? But who can manipulate him...could it be...'

Almost subconsciously, Shana doubted what she had gained before.

Among those ancient ruins, there are terrible secrets, and there may be astonishing pollution, which greatly increases the possibility of explorers encountering supernatural events.

However, as mature explorers, Harlan scholars should have taken precautions against such things.

Everyone, don't mess up and maintain the scene.

Shana took a deep breath, stepped forward, and saw the desk in front of Harun.

Scattered photos were piled up on the desk in a mess, and lines of rough drafts had been deciphered. This was the result of Harlan's research in a short period of time.

Although she knew it was full of danger, Shana couldn't help but glanced at it.

On the white paper, there are several lines of messy text.

——'Darkness... Creator... Destroyer...'

——'Zerg...sea monkey...'

——'haha...it turns out that human beings who pride themselves on being noble, intelligent, and the ruler of the world...the truth in ancient times turned out to be...'

The upper two lines should be a few translated words, and the lower ones are Harlan's recorded feelings.

Shana felt that Harlan must have discovered some terrible secret, which caused a violent shock to his mind and made him unable to control himself. Coupled with the influence of pollution, he chose to end his life by himself.

The ancient truth... what does this have to do with the present?

She felt that she was only one step away from the truth, but she couldn't reach it no matter what.

Is it because the truth is so cruel that even Harlan doesn't want to write it?

The corners of Shana's eyes were slightly red.

At this moment, several figures emerged from the darkness.

It is the Extraordinary team of the Federation.

what happened?

Seeing this scene, the leading team leader frowned immediately: Scholar Harlan... committed suicide?

Outside, the sound of the helicopter's propeller vibrated, and figures slid down one after another.

Baird walked into the cabin, seeing this scene, his face sank like water.

You are late.

Shana sighed.

According to the order of the Federation, I can do everything I think is beneficial to the Federation... Ms. Shana Besta! Please cooperate with our work.

Baird looked at the scene, his eyes twitching.

He felt that since he became an errand runner in the countermeasure room, what he did hadn't gone smoothly.

Please explain to me in detail.

Baird said to Shana: And all the discoveries, please leave them to me for safekeeping.

certainly.

Shana pointed outside the door: Let's go to the restaurant and talk.

A Extraordinary stood directly beside Baird, while the rest were surveying the scene and even preparing to arrange a psychic ceremony.

Even if it is a dead person, there are many ways to make him speak!

...

Dining room.

Baird was holding a teacup, a little unbelievable:

So... the Harlan scholar committed suicide because he deciphered some historical documents and couldn't bear the truth?

He felt that this should not be the truth.

At least, there is no historical document at all, and it has nothing to do with Turing Alsace.

That clay tablet, as well as the photo, must be properly sealed. After thinking about it, Baird said solemnly.

Of course...

Shana lowered her head, her face full of sadness.

Mr. Colonel, the results are out.

At this time, the captain of the Extraordinary team came over with an ugly expression: We can't psychic Mr. Harlan's soul, as if it has completely dissipated, this is very abnormal...

The clue...is it broken again?

Baird looked at Shana: The Federation needs you.

Hehe... Now not only documents, but also people are forced to recruit? Shana sneered a few times, but did not refute.

After all, the Harlan scholar also hoped to make contributions to the Federation during his lifetime.

How much do you know about the 'Gusulu Myth'?

Baird suddenly asked a question.

This is a very unorthodox historical assumption. It was proposed by unknown scholars, and Mr. Harlan summed up the concept. They believe that in ancient times, there was a splendid mythical civilization... As for why it is called the 'Ancient Sulu Era', I don't know...

Shana replied: The clay tablet this time is also a cultural relic from the ancient Sulu era.

Baird nodded: It seems...we need a lot of archaeologists and historians, um...even the unpopular ones.

...

Oh? Was dug out?

City of Porcero.

Amidst the devastation, void demon spirits emerged one after another, forming a legion.

On the ground, there were dilapidated robots, and occasionally sparks flashed in their eyes, and then quickly dimmed.

Sulu sat high on the throne, suddenly looking towards the direction of the ocean.

That clay tablet is not a 'historical text', but He forged it.

However, the above information may indeed become 'true'!