Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 208 Old Stories of the Moon
(Because Chapter 108 is blocked, it seems there's no way to unblock it.)
Two weeks later, on the far side of the moon, amidst a series of enormous domes, lay rolling buildings and forests. At this moment, no one was active, and there were no lights in the city; all was silent.

According to these Atlanteans resurrected from the gene pool, it is time to rest. Both plants and humans need rest. These domes are miniature biospheres. The Atlanteans maintain this Nazite base on the moon by controlling minute changes in oxygen and water down to the kilogram.

Inside the dark rest pod, Roberts lay quietly, seemingly asleep, a conclusion reached both by the Atlanteans' surveillance and by the sophisticated physiological monitoring equipment within the pod. His breathing was steady, his heart rate around 60 beats per minute, and his perspiration was low—a classic state of deep sleep.

But the one thing these Nazi members failed to notice was Roberts's brain...

"Uberto: ...Based on current information, after 1945, some members of the Ancient Army took Hitler to the Antarctic base, eventually arriving on the moon, where they established a massive lunar base. Then, using the frozen body tissues of ancient Atlanteans in the Antarctic base, they successfully resurrected these Atlanteans who were between 4.5 and 5.5 meters tall."

"Uberto: These Atlanteans possess extremely high intelligence and physical abilities. They successfully deduced numerous technologies using German technology from World War II, such as micro-batteries, recycling, and automation. Especially in artificial intelligence and unmanned machinery, their achievements far surpass those of modern countries on Earth. Even Area 51 does not have such advanced octopus robots."

Wendy: But they have flaws too, don't they?

"Uberto: Yes, these seemingly intelligent guys still don't realize the existence of nuclear energy, let alone have the concept of the Internet. They are still very backward in the fields of electromagnetic waves and brain science, which is why we can now communicate without being detected through implanted chips in the brain."

Roberts: A low laugh.

The technology on the moon exceeded the three's expectations, and they almost couldn't escape. Fortunately, before heading to the moon, all four underwent a minor surgery to implant a small chip under their skin. This chip was powered by the body's own bioelectricity and allowed them to communicate with each other through low-intensity signals, which is why they cooperated so well.

After realizing the limited information technology available on the moon, the group saw an opportunity.

These Atlanteans were indeed very intelligent, but trapped on the moon, they had no way to contact Earth. Although they were able to deduce artificial intelligence technology that surpassed that of Earth, this was entirely based on the fact that such technological theories already existed during World War II. Relying solely on technological ideas from World War II, they did not invent transistors; they still use vacuum tubes to this day, and are completely unaware of specially processed built-in chips and their signals.

Joan: But why... I mean, they're so smart, why didn't they discover our methods?

Suddenly, Joan asked a question out of curiosity, but the first response was silence, followed by Wendy's chuckle, and finally all three of them laughed.

The laughter baffled Joan; she couldn't understand why her father, Wendy, and Uberto were laughing.

“Roberts: Don’t you understand yet, Joan? There are no humans on this moon except us.”

In Joan's ears, the signal transmitted from the brain was transformed into a mocking sound that the cochlea could recognize, and Roberts' attitude was obvious.

"Roberts: Did Hitler still not understand this to this day? He originally regarded the Germanic people as a superior race, and now he regards the Atlanteans as a superior race. He wiped out the ancient army loyal to him, but there are no more humans to use as samples. This lunar base only contains Atlanteans and Hitler, and not even any other animals larger than mice. The lack of sufficient diversity makes it impossible to make progress in human brain science research. The countless species that have evolved on Earth over billions of years, such a rich and precious gene pool, are not as valuable as the genes of a 'superior race' Atlanteans in his eyes."

During the past two weeks, after collecting data, the three made a judgment: the Ancient Army found the genes of the ancient Atlanteans in the ruins of Atlantis in Antarctica and successfully resurrected them. However, for reasons unknown, Hitler eventually purged the Ancient Army, which had been loyal to him.

Was it due to a power struggle? Or some other unforeseen event? The three had no way of knowing; this was all the clues they could find.

After some conversation, the young girl, Joan, finally got tired and went to sleep. But after Joan fell asleep, a sudden, deathly silence fell between the three of them. They stopped talking, and the relaxed and lively atmosphere that had been in Joan's presence vanished, replaced by an invisible cloud of suspicion and distrust.

After a long silence, Uberto spoke.

"Have you thought this through? Without my help, you won't be able to leave the moon. It wouldn't matter if it were just me, since Hitler was trying to recruit me anyway, but as for Joan... well, it won't be so easy."

Uberto's tone was flat, but it carried a threatening undertone.

Because it was just his brain that was working, Uberto couldn't know what the two of them were thinking, but he could guess that if Roberts were right in front of him, he would probably punch her without hesitation, because he was threatening his most cherished daughter.

Surprisingly, Roberts remained calm.

"You're in such a hurry for us to help you now, it seems you have no choice but to ask us for your help."

Aren't you worried about your daughter?

“Hitler values ​​more than just you. The Atlanteans born on the moon have undergone genetic mutations and are abnormally large. He needs me as a spy to investigate the situation on Earth. At least for the time being, I don’t have to worry about Joan.”

Roberts answered calmly.

Hitler and the Atlanteans possessed highly advanced technology, but for some reason, the Atlanteans on the moon were all unusually tall, making them unsuitable for espionage and infiltration missions. This is also why Hitler had difficulty knowing about the situation on Earth.

Besides this, there is another extremely important reason... On the moon, no ether can be found as an energy source. For some reason, ether, which is abundant in the atmosphere on Earth, is practically non-existent on the moon. Without sufficient ether, the lunar nosemites don't even have the power to propel flying saucers to Earth. Even after decades of efforts to capture them, the lunar nosemites only have a small amount of ether reserves, which is far from enough to launch a large-scale invasion of Earth.

During this time, Uberto, under some kind of anxiety, kept urging the two to find the world key as soon as possible, steal the etheric matter, and then leave in a flying saucer, but he remained vague about the reason for his anxiety.

Uberto paused for a moment, as if weighing something, before speaking.

"I can only tell you... the Hitler on the moon now doesn't seem to be the real Hitler."

"What do you mean?"

Roberts transmitted a signal to Uberto's ear, simulating his surprise.

"Based on the information I have, Hitler had already died in Berlin in 1945. There was no escape. He was indeed dead. But now... what is this Hitler on the moon? I think I have guessed something."

Without further explanation, Uberto cut off communication with Roberts but kept communication with Wendy.

Wendy's communication signal only transmitted a voice before the communication was cut off.

"I hope you keep your promise."

"The Guardian of Priory of Sion... Heh, I never expected you to choose to do this."

Just before falling asleep, Uberto seemed to see a hazy world before his eyes... a purgatory world filled with lava and flames, where countless monsters raged. The fallen angel sitting on the throne was covered in wounds, and the wounds on the angel's body were even more numerous than when he last saw him.

He raised his head slightly, and those bright eyes that seemed to pierce the night sky looked at him. His lips trembled slightly, and although no sound could be heard, Uberto could understand what he meant.

"time is limited……"

At the same time, deep within his skin, he felt a strange sensation of something growing—the scales hidden within him were growing. He could almost feel a deep darkness, like a sticky, monstrous creature, gradually approaching him, stirring restlessly. And from within that darkness, he could vaguely see that monster slowly opening its eyes…

Humans shouldn't know too much; ignorance is bliss, but he knows far too much...

……

A week later, Uberto sat inside the flying saucer, nervously piloting it. Roberts was fighting a desperate battle outside the saucer with "Hitler," whose body was covered in strange runes. Wendy and Joan were trying their best to use their guns to repel the approaching Atlanteans.

"Hurry up and finish him off! We don't have time!"

Uberto turned around and shouted anxiously at Roberts.

"I know!"

Roberts roared without turning his head, but that was easier said than done.

He was covered in wounds, and the "Hitler" in front of him was engulfed in flames, with hands as sharp as blades, extraordinary strength, and a ferocious face that seemed inhuman. Even though Roberts was skilled in combat, it would still be extremely difficult to fight such a "Hitler".

Finally, as Roberts forcibly pulled something out of Hitler's body, the previously ferocious-looking "Hitler" suddenly let out a desperate and shrill cry.

"Do not!!!"

The rapidly decaying skin and the body that quickly dissipated like smoke and dust—in despair and regret, this being, which should not have existed, was forcibly awakened by the ancient army using Hitler's flesh and blood and the power of the World Key, ultimately returned to its rightful destiny.

In that very instant, the flying saucer started up!

"Boom!!!"

Amidst the rising white flames from the bottom, Roberts, holding the World Key like a small sculpture in one hand and Joan and Wendy's hands in the other, finally boarded the flying saucer at the last moment, leaving behind only the unwilling Atlanteans firing their weapons in vain behind them.

(End of this chapter)