Invasion - Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Ni Ji caught the handkerchief, his fingers pinching it, a cold touch, the golden bone exposed.
It was the key.
For hundreds of years, the key to the No. 77 Contaminated Zone, that no one had ever obtained safely.
She had obtained it, put it in his hand, and told him to go first.
The Guide who gave him the key had already run far away, very quickly, not even looking back at him.
Those tentacles that usually clung to him, after throwing him the key, ran away, not even bothering to brush against the back of his hand like usual.
Ni Ji stared at the retreating figure, clenching the cold key in his palm.
He really wanted to follow her. But he was, without a doubt, a mature soldier, and he knew what he should do at a time like this.
In the past, he was often the one doing this kind of thing, letting Ta Zi and the others lead the team away first, drawing the mutated creatures away himself. He had let Lin Yuan take the key and go first, staying behind himself.
Every time he made a decision like this, he never accepted his teammates’ questions, nor did he care about the feelings of those left behind.
This time, being the one taken care of, he finally understood how sad the person leaving first felt.
Ni Ji gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the key, and the giant orca appeared beneath his feet.
The sentinels who had sneaked into the Rose Camp collected a large amount of explosives and set fire to the Golden Tree for the entire night.
Later, the giant golden tree finally collapsed amidst the flames that lit up the sky, but they didn’t get the spoils they wanted.
Amidst the flying sparks, only that empty crack remained on the ground, the crimson fissure like a grinning, bloody maw, mocking everyone.
With the disappearance of the Golden Tree, the camp began to collapse and shrink, countless maddening screams coming from all directions.
Golden tree roots emerged from various parts of the camp, wrapping around the sentinels who couldn't escape in time, dragging them into the crimson abyss.
The golden tree had disappeared, and this place had become even more twisted and dangerous, with golden roots and countless monsters emerging from the ground, grinning.
Everyone fled through the spark-filled night.
Many saw Ni Ji.
All who came here were sentinels, they had all seen people known for their speed.
But that orca was simply too fast. The giant whale’s shadow streaked across the sky, a sentinel in black steadily standing on its back.
He crouched, his black hair flying in the wind, the whale’s call echoing, the whale’s white underbelly passing over everyone’s heads, like a shooting star, like lightning chasing the wind.
The sentinel, riding the orca, sprinted, reaching the most prominent high ground in the entire contaminated zone. He stood up and, with a wave of his arm, threw something into the air.
A golden light appeared in the quiet night sky, as if an opening slowly appeared there, the gold-rimmed opening expanding.
A door opened in the night sky.
The escape door.
In the storage room of the breeding farm, the maimed sentinel stood up from behind the haystack. Clutching his severed arm, he stumbled forward two steps, staring blankly at the door that had opened in the sky.
By the dark street, the sentinel whose body was half-covered in hyphae opened his eyes and saw the escape door slowly opening in the sky.
He used his blade to support himself, struggling to stand up, and cut off the mushrooms growing on his body. Blood covered half of him, the severed hyphae regrowing, the sentinel gritted his teeth, dragging his broken body, walking towards the door.
A small part of the crescent moon in the night sky was missing, where a gold-rimmed door had opened.
For hundreds of years, the Golden Tree Contaminated Zone, which had never let anyone escape safely, had, for the first time, opened an escape door.
The door would stay open for a day and a night, giving everyone still stubbornly alive in this dangerous place, those struggling, unwilling to die, a chance to escape.
One after another, sentinels climbed up from various corners, running towards that escape door.
The faint lights of various mental bodies, like fireflies in the dark night, converged towards the same direction.
Flying towards the gate that would lead them away from this hell.
Everyone was running outwards.
Only one person was going against the flow. Lin Yuan sprinted, running towards the room she had just left.
There was a giant vortex there.
Streets, barracks, long corridors, colorful lights, countless people, were all being pulled into the vortex, merging into a dreamlike stream, swirling towards the bottomless cave.
Lin Yuan, carried by the colorful torrent, ran towards the abyss.
Countless chaotic voices rang in her ears, sorrow, pain, madness, roars, and moans, filling her mind.
Fragmented images flashed before her eyes, one after another, lanterns, rooms, a person’s body brutally tortured, a person’s mind cruelly abused.
Chaos and madness enveloped her as her body kept falling.
If she weren’t a Guide, if she weren’t a creature with so little emotion, Lin Yuan felt that she might also go insane.
This didn't feel like the real world at all, but like being inside a mental landscape.
As if an incredibly powerful will was controlling this world.
“It” had interfered with her subconsciousness, making the ground unsteady, making her feet unable to find solid ground, her body constantly falling, her ears filled with maddening noise, those messy memories appearing before her eyes.
Yes.
Lin Yuan, amidst the constantly swirling torrent, blinked, taking a deep breath.
Yes, just like the thing she had done countless times, a being had invaded her mind.
Invaded everyone’s consciousness.
So silently, so powerfully, so terrifyingly.
Realizing this, Lin Yuan's feet suddenly found solid ground, her body no longer out of control.
The tentacles surged out, reluctantly protecting Lin Yuan. From their birth until now, this was probably the first time they had experienced the feeling of losing, truly humiliating.
In her vision, that chaotic vortex was still there, the consciousness of countless people, filled with fear, sorrow, and pain, converging there, flowing towards the center of the vortex.
Only Lin Yuan, as if separated from this world, walked alone in the surging torrent. Her footsteps steady, her body and will under her control, step by step, walking in a world of intertwining golden threads.
Lin Yuan saw the faces of many people, countless golden threads like tree roots intertwining and flowing, those faces, wrapped in the golden torrent, involuntarily moving forward.
Most of them had already gone mad. Those faces, rising and falling, either looked dazed, or screamed, or muttered incomprehensible nonsense.
"Eh? A Guide actually came."
Amidst the noise, Lin Yuan suddenly heard a clear voice.
That voice, as if coming from deep underground, with a hint of surprise, a hint of delight, came along the golden roots, ringing out suddenly, then instantly disappearing.
Lin Yuan heard joy and longing in that voice.
It sent chills down her spine.
This was the first time she had experienced this kind of trembling.
She sensed a powerful, giant, ancient being in that dark depth.
"It" had discovered her.
At the center of the vortex, in the depths of the earth, it was quietly watching her.
Do you still dare to move forward?
Lin Yuan's raised foot paused slightly, then stepped forward.
Tap.
She heard the clear sound of her boots landing on the stone bricks.
The colorful torrent and the noisy sounds disappeared, like the fog had been cleared, her vision becoming clear. Lin Yuan found herself still standing on that street.
The dirty, narrow alley, the flickering lanterns, the high walls, and the swaying metal sign.
Not very large, not very crowded, the old and real Rose Camp.
Not like being in a strange, twisted contaminated zone, but like being in the real world, in that truly filthy place.
Lin Yuan stepped on the muddy bricks, walking forward a few steps, and saw a lit room.
The familiar wooden door, the familiar light.
She walked up the creaking stairs and pushed open the lit door.
The door opened. The room was still the same room, the same unpleasant smell, the decaying wooden bed, the whip on the floor.
A person lay on the bed. But it wasn't Xun Hua.
The person’s slender limbs were bound, his hands fixed above his head, he had black hair, and was wearing a pair of black gloves.
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