MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 855 Historical text

"According to the divination and the many ‘secret items’ held by the Federation... the discovery on the Star of Hope is related to the target number one!"

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

"Your task is to ensure the safety of the researchers and bring the findings back intact."

A man in black said solemnly: "The Federation will have a team of Extraordinaries, which will be dispatched by you."

"I understand."

Baird took a deep breath and signaled that he was completely clear.

Although the heart is not optimistic about the behavior of divination, since it is a task, it must be completed.

...

At the same time, on the Star of Hope.

Female diver Shana carrying a dinner plate with sandwiches and coffee on it, knocking on the door of Harlan Scholar.

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

Boom!

Boom!

Knocking on the door sounded one after another, but there was no response from Harlan.

"This... something has happened."

Shana didn't care about anything, let go of her inspiration, and leaned behind the door.

Next second.

She felt the terrible darkness, rushing with a sense of historical time, making her whole person tremble.

"Come on!"

Her shrill voice cut through the silence.

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

boom!

The bedroom door was smashed open, and a **** breath came.

"not good."

Sailors armed with shotguns entered the room vigilantly.

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

The wall behind him was covered with red, white, and black stains.

"Oh!"

Upon seeing this scene, several crew members immediately turned their heads and retched their throats.

"Harlan... committed suicide? Impossible!"

Shana was the first to not believe that Harlan, as an Extraordinary, the scholar with lofty ideals and goals, would commit suicide.

‘Unless... is manipulated? But who can manipulate him...Could it be...’

Almost subconsciously, Shana doubted her previous gains.

In those ancient ruins, there are terrible secrets and perhaps astonishing pollution, which greatly increases the possibility that explorers will encounter spiritual events.

However, as a mature explorer, Harlan scholars should have taken precautions against this kind of thing.

"Don't mess up, keep the scene."

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

Scattered photos are piled up on the desk in a mess, and the dazzling lines of drafts have been deciphered. This is the result of Harlan's research in a short period of time.

Although she knew it was dangerous, Shana couldn't help but glanced at it.

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

——‘Darkness... Creator... Destroy the world...’

——‘Zerg...Sea Monkey...’

——‘Haha... Originally from the noble, wise, and world-dominant human beings... The truth in ancient times turned out to be...’

The top two lines should be a few words translated, and the bottom is Harlan's own mood recorded.

Shana felt that Harlan must have discovered some terrible secret, which caused a violent shock to his mind and was 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 was out of reach.

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

Shana's eyes were slightly red.

At this moment, several figures emerged from the dark.

It is the Extraordinary Squad of the Federation.

"what happened?"

The leader of the team frowned upon seeing this scene: "Scholar Harlan... committed suicide?"

Outside, the sound of the helicopter's propellers vibrated, and a group of people slid down.

Baird walked into the cabin and couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw this scene.

"You guys are late."

Shana sighed.

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

Baird looked at the scene, his eyes twitched.

He felt that since he became a runner in the countermeasures room, what he did hadn't gone smoothly.

"Please tell me the detailed process."

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

"of course."

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

An Extraordinary stood directly beside Baird, while the rest were investigating the scene, even preparing to arrange a psychic ritual.

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

...

restaurant.

Baird was in disbelief with his teacup:

"So... the Harlan scholar committed suicide because he could not bear the truth because he deciphered some historical documents?"

He felt that this should not be the truth.

At least, there is no historical document that has anything to do with Turing Alsace.

"The clay tablet and the photos 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 result came out."

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

"The clue... is it broken again?"

Baird looked at Shana: "The Federation needs you."

"Haha... Now it's not just documents, but also people have to be forcibly recruited?" Shana sneered a few times, but did not refute.

After all, Harlan scholars also hoped to contribute to the Federation during his lifetime.

"How much do you know about the'Ancient Thulhu myth'?"

Baird asked a question suddenly.

"This is a very partial historical assumption. It was proposed by unknown scholars and Mr. Harlan summarized the concept. They believed that in the ancient times, there was still a splendid mythical civilization... As for why it is called'Ancient Thulhu Times', I don’t know..."

Shana replied: "And this time the clay tablet ~www.novelbuddy.com~ is also a cultural relic of the ancient Thulhu era."

Baird nodded: "It seems...we need a lot of archaeologists and historians, um...the kind that is particularly unpopular."

...

"Oh? It was dug out?"

City of Poseiro.

In the devastated state, Void Demon appeared one by one, forming a legion.

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

Thulhu is high above the throne, suddenly looking at the direction of the ocean.

That clay tablet is not the ‘historical text’, but a forgery by Him.

However, the above information may indeed become ‘true’!