PNB Chapter 1073 The Three Who Escaped the Net
Chapter 1073 The Three Who Escaped the Net
Those sharp eyes seemed to pierce through Lin Qiye's skin and gaze into the secrets deep within his soul.
The air froze for a moment.
Jinian took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and turned around to walk back towards the huge screen.
"Your question is the reason we're standing here today."
Her voice was low,
"Knowing the story of the 'Cthulhu Mythos' is precisely the biggest mystery, and also our only clue."
She raised her hand and swept it through the air, instantly changing the star map and symbols on the screen.
The final image was a rubbing of an ancient stone tablet.
The image was rugged and ancient, depicting a catastrophe that affected the stars.
Countless distorted shadows were manipulated by an invisible force.
It was forcibly detached from a blue planet and dragged toward a giant satellite next to it.
This is the scene of the Holy Lord of Heaven keeping foreign gods in captivity.
"This is an inscription we found deep within the Sumerian ruins, older than any known myth in human history."
The memorial points to the corner of the image, where, on the land of the blue planet...
There are also three deeper shadows that are almost blending into the background.
They were not dragged away by that great force.
They remained.
"Do you understand now?" Jinian's voice carried a hint of coldness.
"The Holy Lord held a treacherous banquet back then. He invited guests and closed the door, but... three fish escaped from the net."
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted slightly.
A serious expression finally appeared on Wu Hen's usually calm face.
A fish that slipped through the net?
The monsters kept on the moon were already a headache for even the gods.
Now they're being told that there are three incredibly powerful individuals who were never captured from the beginning and have been hiding on Earth all along?
What's the difference between this and finding three nuclear bombs buried in your own backyard?
"We spent decades comparing countless fragments of myths and forbidden texts to barely piece together any clues about these three individuals."
The voice of remembrance sounded like it was being squeezed out from between teeth, filled with repression and unease.
"The first one, codenamed 'The Outsider,' we know nothing about it, only that it exists."
"The second one, codenamed 'The Faceless God,' is also a blank page."
"But the third one..."
Ji Nian's gaze swept over Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, her tone becoming extremely strange.
“...We have a clue. Ancient texts refer to it as the ‘Black Goat of the Forest,’ a… ‘she.’”
"For convenience, we gave her an internal code name, 'Nicholas'."
The moment the word "Nicholas" was uttered, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen froze simultaneously!
Unaware of their odd behavior, Ji Nian continued:
“Our researchers speculate that ‘she’ may not possess direct physical offensive capabilities, but rather a far more terrifying ability… to distort cause and effect and manipulate fate.”
"And the medium through which this manipulation is achieved may be something we cannot understand,"
"Life forms that are extremely small... for example, a certain kind of small red insect."
boom--! !
It felt like something exploded in Lin Qiye's mind!
An Qingyu... the strange little red worm that appeared on An Qingyu's body before her betrayal!
At the end of the "Gods' War," An Qingyu gazed into the void and silently uttered those words through lip reading...
[Thank you, Nicholas]
Lin Qiye cursed inwardly.
It wasn't betrayal at all! It was never betrayal!
An Qingyu was controlled from the very beginning!
He, and all the members of the Night's Watch, were completely outmaneuvered by some cosmic being hidden in the darkness!
The so-called "betrayal" was nothing more than a pre-written script, and An Qingyu was merely a puppet being manipulated.
"So that's how it is..." Wu Hen murmured softly. It wasn't that he betrayed us; it was 'it' that schemed against him.
Wu Hen's calm analysis was like a bucket of ice water poured over Lin Qiye's head, bringing him back to his senses from his rage.
Yeah, now is not the time to be angry.
The fact that An Qingyu was under control meant that the monster called "Nicholas" had already infiltrated the Night Watch!
What does it want to do?
Who is it targeting?
One question after another, like venomous snakes, coiled around his heart, sending chills down his spine.
Seeing the sudden change in their expressions, Ji Nian keenly sensed something: "You... know something?"
"I learned some things... things I shouldn't have known."
Lin Qiye slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes colder than ever before.
"Where are those three old monsters now?"
"do not know."
Ji Nian shook her head, her face filled with helplessness.
“If they had known, Utopia would have exposed them long ago.”
"They're hidden too deep; they might be a rock, a tree,"
"Even a forgotten concept... We can only be certain that they have awakened."
"Moreover, two of them have already awakened."
The ancient castle in Utopia fell into a deathly silence.
After arranging a temporary archive room for the two of them, the memorial staff hurriedly left.
It seems they are going to verify the amazing information they received from them.
In the room, only Lin Qiye and Wu Hen remained, along with a mountain of Sumerian document copies.
"So it turns out we've been playing with a bunch of unseen ghosts for all this time."
Lin Qiye flipped through a thick ancient scroll with frustration; the cuneiform script on it made his head spin.
"I wonder how An Qingyu is doing now."
Wu Hen remained silent, calmly flipping through the documents page by page, trying to find new clues from these old papers.
He knew that complaining wouldn't solve anything; only sufficient intelligence would.
Only then can they have a better chance of winning in their battle against these "old monsters".
The only sound in the room was the rustling of pages turning.
The night was as dark as ink, and through the window, it looked like a giant beast ready to devour its prey.
Lin Qiye became increasingly annoyed as he looked at the documents, and casually threw a tattered file on the table.
"Damn it, what the hell is this..."
Just as the file was falling, a tattered, yellowed drawing, older than the paper itself, slipped quietly from between the pages and floated to the ground.
Lin Qiye was taken aback, then bent down and picked it up.
That's not writing.
It's a painting.
The painting depicts a massive, tightly closed door with simple lines.
There were no door knockers, no carvings, only countless, densely packed eyes on the door.
Those eyes seemed alive, gazing at Lin Qiye across millions of years in the dim light.
What terrified him even more was that the giant door in the painting, filled with pupils, was silently cracking open.