American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 303 Under the Oil Well
Roy grabbed one person with each hand and jumped down through the hole in the floor.

"what!"

Jack and the security personnel screamed in terror at Roy's action. It was purely an instinctive reaction that occurs when a person is falling rapidly.

Just as they were about to fall into the water, Roy spread his Nephilim grey wings and quickly rose, preventing the three of them from getting completely soaked.

A fall into the water from that height without any protection would likely have seriously injured Jack and the security personnel.

"Roy, where did my oil tanker go?"

"I told the captain to sail the tanker further away to avoid being affected by the drilling platform."

Jack nodded as he looked at the offshore drilling platform that was constantly tilting and swaying.

"Your judgment is correct!"

If the oil tanker were still in the same position, and the offshore drilling platform were to collapse, everyone on board would die.

"I'll take you back to the tanker first!"

As he spoke, Roy grabbed Jack and the security personnel and continued to ascend.

The view of the drilling platform from above is undoubtedly even more breathtaking. You can see the colorful, mysterious substances or organisms spreading outwards, and the area emitting fluorescence is growing larger.

If the tanker hadn't been allowed to leave, it might have also been affected by this mysterious substance.

"Why did it turn out like this?"

Jack was in great distress. Watching his business be destroyed was too painful for him, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination.

"It's just like cancer cells!"

Roy, however, had a different view. He was more concerned about the impact of these colorful substances or organisms on the environment. If this thing was allowed to continue to spread, who knows what would happen?

It seems necessary to contact some old friends I haven't spoken to in a long time.

A few minutes later, Roy successfully located Jack's tanker several nautical miles away. When he landed on the ship with his gray wings flapping, everyone was shocked, and a little scared.

This is why Roy doesn't like to show his supernatural form in front of others; it's quite troublesome for so many people to see his Nephilim form.

I wish I could modify people's memories at will, just like Elizabeth.

"Roy, are you an angel?"

Janice blurted out a sentence, unlike the others who showed fear of the unknown.

Nephilim's grey wings are actually more in line with the traditional description of angels.

The color is a bit off; normal angels should have white wings, but Roy's are gray.

Roy didn't answer Janice, but looked at Jack instead.

"Jack, could I borrow your satellite phone for a moment?"

Jack nodded hurriedly and immediately went to the room to get the satellite phone for Roy.

At this point, Roy reverted to his human form and began talking to everyone present.

"Everyone, I hope you can forget what you saw today; it would be better for everyone."

Roy's tone carried a subtle threat, sending a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Many people immediately said they would keep Roy's secret and would not tell anyone no matter who asked, taking the secret to their graves.

Roy didn't believe it, after all, some people just can't keep secrets, and they might blurt them out when they're drunk one day.

But as long as these words don't get overheard by people from certain organizations or departments, most people will just treat them as a joke.

So Roy added another threatening remark.

"If you reveal this secret, I will find you!"

Now everyone fell silent, except for Janice, who was still looking at Roy with a strange gaze.

Soon, Jack came out with the satellite phone and handed it to Roy.

"Roy, who are you calling?"

"I am actually an agent of the Federal Emergency Management Agency. The situation here is a bit complicated, and it would be best to leave it to the federal authorities to handle."

Jack had a look of sudden realization on his face. As one of America's wealthiest men, he had heard of the FEA, a secret federal agency.

Then, he made other connections and began to suspect that Roy was actually the product of a secret federal government experiment.

Otherwise, how can you explain a person being able to become both a demon and a gray-winged angel?

It can only be said that the federal government is really good at creating drama, to the point that all sorts of conspiracy theories exist in the country.

The most outrageous thing is that many seemingly bizarre conspiracy theories are often proven to be true in the end.

It's really not fair to blame the American people for believing in conspiracy theories, is it?

The call was answered quickly.

“Mr. Orin, I am Roy Black.”

"Mr. Blake? I heard that the Santiago you were on sank. Are you alright?"

It seems Gerald has been keeping track of Roy's information, so he also knows about the sinking of the Santiago.

"I'm fine. I've been successfully rescued and am now on an oil tanker."

"As expected, I knew that with your abilities, a shipwreck couldn't kill you. By the way, what exactly happened in that shipwreck? After the rescue team found the black box of the San Diego, they discovered that the records on it were very strange."

Gerald seems to have a lot of confidence in Roy.

That makes sense. Roy has already fought three demon kings from hell; how could he be easily killed by a shipwreck?

You asked when Roy defeated three demon kings of hell? Doesn't Elizabeth count?
Roy was quite surprised that the rescue team found the Santiago's black box (ship's navigation data recorder) so quickly, considering how huge the Santiago was and how long it would take to salvage it.

"The sinking of the San Diego was related to a sea monster, but that's all in the past now. I've discovered a much more serious problem!"

Upon hearing Roy's serious tone, Gerald's attitude immediately changed.

"what's going on?"

Roy recounted in detail what he had seen on Jack's offshore drilling platform, and Gerald immediately fell silent after listening.

After a long pause, Gerald finally answered Roy.

“Mr. Blake, the place you mentioned is near the Antarctic Circle, which is in international waters and theoretically not under federal jurisdiction. The FEA shouldn’t have enforcement authority there. I need to report to headquarters to find out if we can participate in this incident.”

The Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) is responsible for America's home territory, just like the FBI.

However, just as the CIA often stirs up trouble in its own country, the FBI sometimes secretly does things abroad as well, as long as they are not discovered.

The problem is that the offshore drilling platform issue could be a major event, so it requires headquarters approval and possibly even authorization from the White House.

It seems that FEA can't be relied on for the time being, and Roy will have to rely on himself.

"Alright, then I can only try to control the situation myself for now. I hope your side can react quickly."

"I will have the Los Angeles branch ready to act at any time, and they will contact you immediately once authorization is obtained from headquarters! Mr. Blake, I'm counting on you in the meantime!"

"I will try my best."

Gerald hung up the phone.

Roy turned around and found that everyone was looking at him.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Jack looked at Roy somewhat awkwardly. "Roy, what did the Federal Emergency Management Agency say?"

"The Federal Emergency Management Agency said that authorization is required before any action can be taken, so for now, I can only try to control the situation."

Roy gazed into the distance in the direction of the offshore drilling platform and began to ponder.

Even in the dark, offshore drilling platforms remain highly visible.

This is mainly because offshore drilling rigs usually have a flare to burn off some of the associated gases produced during oil and gas extraction.

But now the torch is completely wrapped in some kind of strange flesh and blood tissue, which is also covered with those colorful flocculent substances.

The sea trembled once more, this time with an exceptionally strong tremor, accompanied by intense hallucinations.

Everyone on the tanker was in a trance at that moment, staring blankly at the offshore drilling platform in the distance.

Roy broke free from the illusion almost instantly because he had experienced it once before and his willpower was high enough, but the others were not so lucky.

With no other option, Roy had to use his fists to wake everyone up, except for Janice, who was different and slapped the taillights.

Well, Jack has repaid his debt, so Roy has nothing to worry about now.

Janice, the first one to regain consciousness, looked at Roy in surprise, then blushed.

"Roy, you..."

"Shh, don't talk!"

Roy then woke up the others, who all looked dazed, clearly having witnessed some unpleasant hallucinations.

"Captain, continue to move away from this area, but don't go too far!"

Upon hearing this, Janice paused for a moment.

"Roy, what about you?"

"I need to take control of the drilling platform issue; I'm afraid if I don't, things will get even more chaotic!"

The glowing sea area is spreading at a visible rate, and Roy feels that if it is not dealt with, the pollution from the mysterious substance will become more and more serious.

"But……"

Before Janice could finish speaking, Roy had already transformed into Nephilim and flown away.

The captain watched Roy sail away, then looked at Jack with some uncertainty.

"Boss, should we do as Mr. Blake says?"

Jack really wanted the captain to sail the tanker away, but he was worried that Roy would cause him trouble after his safe return. After frowning and thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and answered the captain.

"Do as he says! Sail the ship 10 nautical miles, no, 20 nautical miles away and wait for him for a day!"

After Jack gave the order, the crew on the tanker quickly dispersed and began their work.

Only Jack and Janice remained on the deck, still gazing at the distant offshore drilling platform.

After Roy took off, he flew straight to the drilling rig on the drilling platform, which was the area most severely covered by flesh and blood tissue, basically wrapped in flesh and blood tissue from the inside out.

"Let me see what you really are!"

Roy forcibly opened the drilling tower and looked into the downward tunnel filled with flesh and blood. It looked like a huge birth canal, as if something was about to be born.

Roy folded his wings, covered his body with a layer of chaotic energy armor, and then jumped directly into the tunnel.

As if falling for a century, Roy passed through a net of countless colorful flocculents and finally reached the bottom, landing on the oil.

"Bah bah bah!"

It was Roy's first time swimming in oil, and the feeling was very uncomfortable, so he quickly spread his wings and flew away.

This offshore drilling platform has been operating for quite some time, so the oil field is very spacious, giving Roy plenty of time to flap his wings.

Looking around, the oil field was filled with colorful flocculent matter, and even some flocculent matter was moving around in the oil.

After noticing Roy, the fluffy things began to gather around him. Fortunately, Roy had materialized a full-body armor with chaotic energy beforehand, otherwise he would definitely have entered the illusion again.

"What a disgusting thing!"

Roy drew his executioner's knife and hacked wildly, clearing away the colorful, fluffy substances around him.

Seemingly sensing that Roy was not easy to deal with, some of the colorful, fluffy things actually began to retreat.

Do these things possess wisdom?

Roy was very surprised.

If the colorful, fluffy things truly possessed intelligence, even collective intelligence, it would be extremely dangerous.

Even from a human perspective, Roy had to get rid of these fibrous substances.

"Roy, come here."

Just as Roy was preparing to do a thorough cleaning of the oil field, he suddenly heard a strangely familiar voice calling him.

"Who is speaking?"

Roy opened his Eye of Truth, trying to find the source of the sound.

"We are here."

The colorful, fluffy material in front of them suddenly began to shrink, forming a circular channel.

The sound seemed to act directly on Roy's brain, and Roy could sense that the speaker was at the end of the passage.

Are there any experts?

Roy flew toward the end of the passage, and colorful, fluffy things quickly filled his path, clearly not intending to let him leave.

Soon, Roy was guided by the mysterious voice to a dry, oil-free cavern.

Here, there is an enormous luminous body, from which the colorful, fluffy things split off, like a glowing dandelion.

"Roy, come here quickly!"

The voice in my head suddenly became incredibly alluring, like a mother's soft humming or a lover's murmur, making me want to follow the voice's directions.

However, Roy managed to withstand it thanks to his 61 points in Willpower.

"What the hell are you?"

Haha, if you want to seduce me, at least conjure up a sexy 36E beauty!
You, a rainbow symbol of the LGBT community, think you can seduce me?
As if hearing Roy's thoughts, the luminous object emerged from it, and a beautiful woman radiating light stepped out.

Roy had never seen such a beautiful woman. Even Elizabeth and Michael were slightly inferior to her. Her appearance and figure were exactly what Roy considered beautiful.

"Roy, come here!"

The glowing woman opened her arms to Roy, as if she wanted to hug him.

"Tell me first, what exactly are you!"

Roy watched the glowing woman warily.

The luminous woman was beautiful, but she was like an empty shell without a soul. Her eyes were completely lifeless, and she felt even less than a silicon-based being like Claudia.

"We have no name, but other civilizations call us the Stars."

Starry Night

(End of this chapter)