Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Novel

Antarctic sea at night.

The scientific research ship moved forward steadily.

At the bow, the captain and first mate of the Discovery stood on the deck, each holding a glass of high-purity spirits.

While drinking, he picked up the binoculars and looked ahead from time to time.

Around them, icebergs stood quietly on the sea level, like cold and silent graves.

"There's still a week to go back

The captain of the Discovery took a mouthful of spirits and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

The first officer put down the binoculars and said with a smile: "Maybe it can be faster, I think the adults in the group can't stay still anymore."

"Working hard with a scientific expedition team, such a boring life is naturally unbearable.

But it still depends on what Professor Napson means. Regardless of his physique, he is not as good as us, and his status in the organization is no worse than that of several top Lord Wang Yin.

Ordinary Wang Yin would not dare to offend him..."

"Then I hope that dear Professor Napson can successfully achieve his scientific research goal, and let us go back soon.

The first mate joked with a smile and raised the wine glass in his hand.

The two were about to clink glasses when they suddenly felt a slight vibration under their feet.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the ship below him turned around, deviated from the established route, and headed straight in another direction.

The two frowned slightly, and the captain immediately took out the walkie-talkie to contact the helmsman in the bridge.

"what happened?"

A panicked voice from the helmsman came from the walkie-talkie, "Undercurrent! A strong undercurrent suddenly appeared at the bottom of the water, and our boat was diverted..."

"Are you kidding me?"

The captain's voice turned cold.

The helmsman wanted to explain, but suddenly the voice of the first mate sounded in the captain's ear.

"my God.."

The captain turned his head abruptly, and his pupils shrank instantly.

I saw that the hull was moving towards 603 at a fast speed, and there seemed to be a force pushing the ship under the hull.

And just in the direction of the ship, the outline of a huge iceberg is rapidly enlarging.

A second later, the captain's roar sounded on the deck.

"Steer the rudder! Steer the rudder now!..."

"boom!"

In the sky, two figures fought.

One gold and one black, the confrontation between light and darkness, gods and demons.

Under the power of the two, the sky and the earth cracked and collapsed...

Space trembled.

I don't know how long this battle lasted.

Finally, the two figures separated.

The black one fell into the ground, smashing a huge gap in the ground, billowing black air gushed out, and there was also the ugly monster of the Great Emperor.

The golden figure slowly turned around from a high altitude, finally being able to see his appearance clearly.

He was a handsome young man with short black hair.

There is gold flowing in his pupils, and the whole person is like a dazzling sun.

His appearance and figure are perfect like a masterpiece created by God.

There were raging golden flames burning all over his body, and on the surface of his fruity body, there were bright golden lines emerging, just like the root system of the Wrathful Star Shenmu.

He stared quietly at the bottom, the flames on his body suddenly went out, and the whole person suddenly fell from the sky.

Crashed on the ocean, wrapped in sea water, covered with frost...

In the end, it sleeps in the glacier, never seeing the sun...

"Hoo hoo—"

Napson was suddenly pleasantly surprised from his sleep, sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Nampson didn't care at all, still immersed in the previous dream.

"What a magical and wonderful dream...mythical and epic..."

Nampson recalled the dream he had just had, and unexpectedly found that every picture and even every detail was vivid in his mind, especially the young man who was as powerful and dazzling as the sun in the dream, which made him remember deeply, and he couldn't help sighing in surprise.

"Perhaps it is God's revelation to me in the dark, I should record it immediately..."

Nampson pushed away the messy books on the table, found a pen and paper, and began to quickly record his dreams.

But before he wrote a few words.

The table suddenly shook violently, and the pen drew a long black mark on the paper.

"Damn it!"

Nampson jumped up violently, frowned, and simply put away the pen and paper and walked out of the room quickly.

When he came to the deck, he saw many sailors and warriors with ring marks rushing to the bow of the ship.

Nampson stopped a black sailor casually and asked, "What's the matter? Why did the ship stop?"

The black sailor said nervously: "Dear Professor Napson!

It is said that the ship hit an iceberg!"

"What?!"

Napson's expression tightened, and he hurriedly ran towards the bow of the ship.

The damage to the hull was minor, and if his scientific research progress was delayed, that would be the really bad thing.

When Napson ran to the bow, he found that many people were gathered there, and many of them went into the water wearing diving suits.

On the deck, two burly men with powerful auras were standing there. The captain and first mate nodded submissively in front of them.

"Professor Napson is here!"

The appearance of Napson attracted the attention of several people, and one of them, a slightly frivolous man, smiled and said relaxedly: "You guys report to him directly, this is his scientific research team after all.

We went back. "

With that said, the two men greeted Napson, passed him and left the deck.

Napson walked up to the captain and the first mate with a sullen face, and asked, "What happened?"

The captain wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, pointed to the iceberg not far away and explained: "The influence of the undercurrent on the bottom of the sea caused the hull of the ship to scratch a little against the iceberg on the sea surface.

Fortunately, the damage is not serious and will not affect the navigation.”

"Then why stop?"

Nampson was dissatisfied.

The first mate said cautiously: "When the ship rubbed against the iceberg (accj) something fell out of it, we sent people to check it, and we can start again soon..."

"Something that fell out of an iceberg?"

With a puzzled expression on his face, Napson went to the bow [and lay down on the deck rail.

At night, the cold wind on the sea made his nose red. He squinted his eyes and could barely see the foot of the huge iceberg not far away. A group of people in diving suits seemed to be carrying something down.

The group of people slowly turned back dragging what they found on the iceberg.

Before they got to the side of the ship, someone was already standing in the water and shouting loudly at the people on the deck.

"Man! There is a man in the iceberg!..."

Even through the vast night, you can still see the shock and disbelief on the face of the person who shouted.

people?!

The people on the deck were all startled when they heard this sentence, and they rushed forward one after another.

There was an inexplicable throbbing in Napson's heart, and he couldn't help but jumped onto the fence, cursing: "Damn it, move faster!"

"Yes, Professor!"

Not long after, a group of people finally returned to the deck.

The thick rope was lowered, and a huge ice block like a coffin rose slowly.

Nampson's eyes were fixed.

When the figure sealed in the ice was completely exposed in his field of vision...

"boom!"

Nampson's brain seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt, and he took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the figure in the ice, and he almost forgot his words.

I saw the person sealed in the ice, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and black hair.

Although his eyes were tightly closed, Nampson recognized at a glance...

this person....

With the sun-like existence he just dreamed about...

exactly the same!

"turn out to be..."

Napson's expression was dull, and he whispered in his mouth: "In this world...there are gods..."

In the next second, his whole body was enveloped by unprecedented ecstasy and excitement, and he couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Quick! Get this ice cube...to my lab..."

In the room on the top floor of the cabin.

The blond middle-aged man leaned on the recliner, his eyes were slightly closed, and his body swayed gently with the music.

The two men who had appeared on the deck before were kneeling on the ground and reporting quickly.

...The hull crossed the iceberg, and there was a little accident, but nothing serious happened.

And then, the body of an oriental man was unearthed in the glacier, which looks lifelike....

"oh?"

The blond man opened his eyes with surprise and curiosity on his face.

"An oriental body? Is there anything special about it?"

"without."

The reporter shook his head, "I went to see it, it's a very ordinary corpse. It should be an extreme ascetic monk who came to the Antarctic Circle in vain to seek breakthrough in the extreme cold.

The one who finally froze to death in the iceberg..."

"oh……"

When the blond man heard this, he lost interest and closed his eyes again.

"but..."

The reporter showed some amusement on his face, and continued: "Our Professor Napson seems to be very interested in the corpse, insisting that it is the corpse of some ancient god, and saying that the god gave him instructions or something like that.

He even decided to end the expedition immediately and return tonight.

The blond man with his eyes closed twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Napson has always been such a godsend, not to say that alien beasts and warriors are products of mythology.

Let him go, as long as he likes.

This kind of scientific research talent is more or less eccentric.

He had the better idea that we could go back sooner.

The days on the boat... are really boring. "

"We thought so too."

The two reporters agreed with a smile.

Immediately, the two left the room.

The blond man was still sitting leisurely on the recliner, his body swayed slightly, immersed in the classical music of Hai Chen.