Lord of the Witches

The prop Rose uses to watch the video is a small TV wonder with a hardcore style.

Its back area is entangled with wires and copper pipes, and its front is a screen, which is transmitted synchronously by a mechanical fax machine to play the weird video data captured by the preliminary investigation team.

At this moment, there was a strong current "sizzling" sound inside.

Rose held it, and watched the transparent female player disappear, replaced by a pair of empty eyes, a cracked mouth, and black mud dripping down.

A pair of black mud sharp claws suddenly gushed out from the screen, grabbing Rose Madeleine who was in a sluggish state.

In the air of the room, strange overlapping sounds sounded.

"Hunting requires patience, but more importantly, bait."

"It's a pity that you haven't been able to break the 'knowledge curse'. I hope this bait trip will be helpful to you, respected disciple of the Observer."

The black clay figurine's voice was cold and unwavering, but the words seemed to have a trace of respect.

But obviously, that sliver of respect comes from Rose's teacher, the eternally neutral ancient observer.

And Rose has not yet broken the curse of knowledge and has become a great polymath, which makes her unable to exempt from the pollution from the black mud man.

The raging malice froze Rose's body and soul.

In the next second, an extremely weird picture was born:

Rose's body was grabbed by a pair of black mud claws, and she was dragged into that hard-core strange object amidst the flickering light.

...

"Friday Island" at the end of the Lost Archipelago in the outer waters a little far from the Federation mainland.

On an island that has been shrouded in a layer of "radiation film" that radiates light, a giant ship is docking in the offshore, shaking slightly with the waves.

Explorer!

It has only been here for a day or two, but when you look at it at this time, you will find that this giant ship that has carried out many investigation missions has undergone incomprehensible changes. It stopped on the sea surface, looking extremely lonely, except for the sound of the waves, there was no other sound, as if the boat... was empty?

But at this moment, on the front deck of the giant ship, ripples appeared in the void.

As the dim light flickered, two figures appeared at the same time.

Rose Madeleine, who was still in an inexplicable sluggish state, and behind her, the black mud sexless man wriggled and twisted out.

Its empty and dark eyes reflected the image of the entire giant ship.

From sailors to captains, or agents from the "Sixth Kind of Contact Association", they all have different degrees of alienation, showing the characteristics of various marine life such as octopuses, crabs, sea shrimps, and kelp. The degree is deepening with the passage of time.

"Ah"

When the black mud asexual man spit out this mocking sound, the "Alienated Agents" on the giant wheel seemed to have received the same order, and their eye sockets all lit up with a faint blue light, and immediately they were like rioting zombies, using their hands and feet with crazy Coming towards the deck.

The first to arrive was a sailor in a blue and white uniform. His handsome and tall appearance was destroyed. Half of his body was covered with things like barnacles, and his head turned into a slimy octopus head. , the tentacles with speckled suction cups clattered and swung.

As he ran, he swelled and blew up the clothes, and at the same time, he muttered angrily under his tentacles:

"You stinky black mud, how dare you snatch our prey?"

If Rose was awake at this time, she would definitely be amazed at the scene in front of her.

She was kidnapped by the black clay figurine, but the various symbols on Friday Island obviously belong to another mysterious and powerful force in the boundless mystery that she has been chasing.

The anger that erupted when the two met for the first time showed that the Black Clay Man was hostile to the "great race Wiztonians" that caused the alienation of the giant wheel?

The battle that was about to break out stopped with the "malicious storm" spit out by the black mud asexual man.

The invisible wind that spewed out from the split mouth that pulled the black silk seems to have a certain freezing effect on any life, not only for the body, but also for the soul.

"Crack... bang!"

"Crunch."

When the unlucky octopus sailor was frozen and fell to the ground and shattered, turning into a puddle of sewage.

Around the deck, it was already full of figures.

Agents from the Contact Association of the Sixth Kind appeared in front of Rose in another form.

Among them, a middle-aged man who was obviously the top person in charge had already been alienated into a senior agent of the "Sharkman", and he stepped out.

The mouth full of sharp teeth spat out the same voice as the previous octopus sailor, but this time it was more restrained.

If there is a Transcendent with extremely keen perception here, a trace of imperceptible fear can still be heard in his voice.

"Slaves of the origin protoss...you snatch our prey...what do you want?"

When the shark man spoke, an obvious symbol was formed between his brows amidst chirping sounds.

It was a triangular symbol with a jewel-like eyeball inside.

After being tracked down by Rose for a long time without any movement, the "engineer" is one of the members of the great race of Whiztonians.

"We want a deal."

The voice of the black mud asexual person is still superimposed and cold.

But unlike the scene that happened in the "Dark Dimension", it is obviously not the first time that the black mud people have dealt with the great race Wizdun people. After answering the alienated shark people, it made an interesting addition.

The black mud mouth cracked again, sticky and cold sludge was flowing, and there seemed to be a hint of ridicule in the overlapping voices.

"You scurrying mice are actually eyeing the disciple of the 'Old Observer'. Do you want to replace her identity and secretly sneak into the origin star?"

"Let's guess, it won't be you, the engineer, who is responsible for the parasitism. Your talent is not enough to support you to deceive the observers, so who will be the parasitizer... It is the one who likes to drill into the soul of intelligent life, peeping at the secrets And recorded explorers?"

"Shut up, your bad breath is getting worse."

The revelation of the black mud asexual man was interrupted by the engineer attached to the shark body.

It doesn't seem to care, and there are even more obvious fluctuations in rare cases. Although the voice is still cold and overlapping, there is a trace of regret and provocation in the sentence: "It's a pity that you, a boring engineer, are here this time. In fact, we like you more. Another member 'The Messenger'."

"The Messenger is more trustworthy than you boring creatures who focus on plundering, and she's cute too."

In the face of those divine creatures and weak gods in the dark dimension, they are all aloof and asexual people who look down from above, but they rarely show an equal attitude to the "engineer".

The conversation between the two contains an extremely rich amount of information.

At least the origin servants and the great race of the Wizdun people, or the existence behind the Wizdun people, know each other and have dealt with each other more than once.

After being ridiculed several times, the engineer finally lost his patience. It didn't seem to have thought about snatching "Rose Madeleine" over. The engineer's eye on the shark's head shot out a faint blue light, containing a strong mutation The hoarse sound of pollution sounded on the deck the next moment.

"Say... the content of the transaction?"

The black mud asexual man who had been waiting for a long time did not delay in silence, and the overlapping voice immediately said: "At a certain point in the future, you must cooperate with our instructions and send a sufficiently powerful experimental body to the origin star."

As soon as he said it, the black clay figurine looked around the giant wheel, and even the entire "Friday Island", and continued to say coldly: "The experimental subjects with the highest numbers cannot be these extraordinary garbage that are about to collapse."

"When the delivery ends, she will be yours."

After the black mud asexual man finished speaking, the engineer didn't immediately agree.

The blue engineer's eyes stared fixedly at the wriggling black mud. There was no emotional ups and downs, but the aura of alienation became stronger and stronger. He whispered: "You...what do you want to do?"

Facing the engineer who regained his wisdom, the black mud asexual man's mouth slowly opened again, cold malice poured out from the gap, and the overlapping voices that shook the soul continued to resound on the deck.

"We're just on a hunt, no different from the billions of hunts that have gone on over the ages."

"No camp is involved, nor will it dominate any major events."

"Although we are slaves like you Wizton people... But we are different in essence, your master... You are too stupid, you can only plunder, collect, and destroy, and there is no difference from those barbaric lives, We are different, we are the true Guardians of Eternity."

Although the black mud asexual man promptly retracted the insult to the "master" behind the great race of Wizdenians, the subsequent ridicule still made the engineer almost go berserk.

Behind him, an "experimental space" that is well-ordered but hides dozens of terrifying shadows seems to break free and come to this sea area. A random shadow in that space seems to have the engulfing power that made Tang Qi feel extremely difficult at the beginning. The level of the beast.