Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 254 I'm Not the Heir to the Bronze (Last day for the monthly ticket giveaway for gold!)
The Pale Factory is a secret organization that researches the technology of infinite flesh proliferation in the radiation era and mass-produces flesh weapons.

Han Su had previously received a report related to the experimental data of the Pale Factory. That report mostly contained records of failures. He never expected to see such mature technology so quickly in the hands of a subordinate unit of the Abyss Studio.

It's floating in the sky, damn it.

Faced with such an attack that comes without warning and at any moment, a bizarre rain of flesh and blood, what city could withstand it?
These kinds of tactics are so difficult to even understand, how can I possibly fight against them?

"Any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Faced with the densely packed, ever-growing army of flesh and blood, Han Su felt increasingly crowded around him.

This crowding even seeped into my heart, giving rise to a deep sense of exhaustion.

How come there's such a big difference?
This isn't a difference in individual level; it's an unreasonable and dimensionally superior attack from every aspect!
"Is this the power of the laboratory named after the Abyss?"

At this moment, even Song Chushi fell silent.

He shook his head slightly, as if mocking himself, yet also filled with resentment. Suddenly, disregarding everything, he gritted his teeth and said, "There's more!"

Even Han Su was startled when he heard his words and looked at him in disbelief.

"still have a chance!"

Song Chushi’s eyes were filled with a desperate madness: “Whether we live or die is not important, whether Qinggang can be saved or not is not important, but you must escape.”

"I will give you the stolen information and then create as many opportunities as possible for you to escape."

"Ultimately, as long as you live, their plan will never succeed, so there's still a chance..."

"..."

"Why does it have to come to this?"

Han Su never expected that Song Chu would have such a plan.

He even found it hard to understand why this dangerous person with such extraordinary abilities spoke with such a resolute air.

"because……"

Song Chushi suddenly revealed a somewhat tragic expression, and gave Han Su a deep look: "This last chance was originally meant for me."

"But now... perhaps if you leave with these documents, you'll be of greater use than I am..."

"After all, you have been trying to save my sister, haven't you?"

"..."

How did he come up with that idea?

Upon hearing this, Han Su was startled. He had indeed been trying to rescue more children from the castle, and he had said similar things to Song Chushi and Li Yiting of the Magic Box Group, but he couldn't tell them the real reason.

How did Song Chushi guess this so quickly, even at the cost of giving himself the last chance to escape?
...fishing chant?

He keenly sensed that Song Chushi seemed to have changed after he asked him about the fishermen's songs.
As the two talked rapidly, the distance between them grew further and further. The densely packed people falling from the sky could be separated and pushed apart without any need for an attack, like an airtight cage.

Whether it's knives and guns or pushing, any means of attack that can harm an individual has extremely limited effect on a group; they are like living wooden stakes.

"It's all time to end this."

The tall, thin woman slowly walked towards Han Su, her expression carrying an arrogant and indifferent air of looking down on ordinary people: "I don't really understand why you are filled with anger, because compared to other children, you are clearly already very lucky."

She gently raised her hand, her fingertips seemingly tinged with a faint crystal color.

As she moved, the heads of her several female assistants who had come back from the dead began to emit a crystal-like color.

This crystalline color emanated from their skulls, reflecting off their skin in a thin layer. Light burst forth from their eye sockets and mouth and nose, combining to form enormous pillars of light that shot straight into the night sky.

From high above, it looks as if a beacon has been released in a deathly silent world, serving as a location signal.

"On the day God descends, reality will be forever solidified!"

The tall, slender woman spoke softly, as if it were a spell, or perhaps a sigh.

Han Su suddenly felt that the whole world was moving closer to Qinggang.

This is likely an illusion created by some kind of resonance that connects Qinggang with several other places in the world.

He looked up at the unbearable pressure and inexplicably sensed eleven special points appearing around his body. Theoretically, they were extremely far away from him, not even on the same level.

But I can see it myself.

They can be seen on the top of a high mountain, on a plain with severe radiation residue, in a deep underground cave, or in a dead desert of yellow sand.

He suddenly realized that this was the eleven altars that had been mentioned before during the Song-Chu period.

By utilizing historical sites in various places, eleven altars were created, sealing the eleven heirs chosen from the castle.

He could even see those eleven small, thin figures.

They were all draped in magnificent robes and given a scepter, making them appear high and mighty.

But each of them appeared expressionless, their eyes devoid of any life. Surrounding them were rows of mysterious priests and enormous, intricate mechanical devices that both maintained their life functions and imprisoned them firmly on the altar throne.

A ponytail, Li Manman, and the once grumpy little boy...

The endless darkness and despair weighed heavily on Han Su's heart, making it hard to even breathe.

Is this the heir?

Or a prisoner?

"Saw?"

The tall, slender woman glanced indifferently at Song Chushi: "The list of heirs you wanted, and the coordinates you requested!"

"Perhaps I should say that all your hard work has not been in vain, because finally, on the last night of the Seven Days of Divine Descent, you have the opportunity to see her one last time, to watch her embark on her final journey, and to see her bring hope to this world..."

"..."

"Madman, madman..."

Song Chushi's expression was almost out of control. He roared and charged forward, trying to break through the countless human flesh and blood.

But the puppets surged forward, overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

He was a powerful individual, but amidst the endless sea of ​​human flesh and blood, he could not make much of a ripple.

The tall, thin woman withdrew her gaze from him and said in a low voice, "Qinggang is in too much chaos right now, let's clean it up!"

This sentence possessed an unusual vitality, automatically flowing through the spiritual network between the eleven altars and reaching a dark red altar. Upon hearing it, the person on that altar nodded slightly and then pushed the boy on the altar to a higher position.

This was a young man with a gaunt face and a vacant look in his eyes, the same age as Han Su.

From his vaguely familiar features, Han Su immediately recognized the man's identity:

Tuxedo!
Towards Xiaobei.

He used to be so smart that even Han Su admired him. In a place like a castle, he could handle the most terrifying monsters with ease. But now, he just sat there blankly, letting the person next to him push a vial of medicine into his body and whisper in his ear.

Suddenly, the man in the tuxedo raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

His voice, hoarse from prolonged silence, uttered only monotonous syllables: "Scarlet never dies, only ambition sleeps forever!"

These monotonous syllables immediately triggered a global shock, as if they were a will that roamed the entire world.

The final landing point was Qinggang.

The Four Heavenly Kings, who were resisting the slaughter of the priests at the edge, felt a sudden sense of panic.

As this faint and mysterious incantation appeared out of nowhere, they inexplicably felt the crimson power within them spiraling out of control.

It is melting.

They have been fighting against the Crimson for four years, and their own divine essence has long been inseparable from the power of the Crimson.

But now, they seem to have completely lost control of this power.

The crimson power was no longer easy to use; in fact, it began to backfire on them.

This change immediately caused the previously balanced, and even seemingly advantageous, confrontation to crumble instantly, and the momentum of the four city-slaughtering rituals surged into the city like an irresistible flood.

Countless panicked people screamed, and the lights of Qinggang began to go out in patches. Irrational roars echoed from the shadows.

"Given the size of Qinggang, the reason it was able to stage such a resistance against the Abyss Studio is because of the existence of these four Crimson Polluters."

The tall, slender woman approached Han Su calmly and explained, "But in front of the Crimson Heir, the four of them are not special."

With each step she took forward, countless human figures of flesh and blood tore apart, and her voice brought even deeper despair.

"You brought the laboratory into reality, disrupted our security, and even used the power of the real defense line to destroy the laboratory, all to slow down my movement and give me not enough time to send him to the final bronze altar to fill the gap, right?"

"But my last stop is Qinggang!"

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand and traced cryptic runes. A faint rumbling sound of machinery could be heard beneath their feet, as if a colossal mechanical construct beyond everyone's imagination was being activated.
"The Abyss Laboratory is the Bronze Altar. The location of the Abyss Laboratory is the final coordinate to activate the Divine Descent. This can be considered as you choosing it for me."

As she spoke, she finally stood before Han Su.

Standing atop human flesh and blood, she looked down at Han Su and said expressionlessly, "So, this is Qinggang's destiny, and it is also your destiny!"

"..."

"..."

So, it really was a failure?

As the chaos in Qinggang grew, people from all sides left, either to help the dilapidated Qinggang fight against the invasion of the Abyss Studio or to handle other matters. The entire council hall was now empty.

Only Mr. Xu, who initiated the vote, sat there quietly.

Around him, red lights flashed incessantly, and one depressing message after another came in: "Independent investigator codenamed Buddha has died."

"Independent investigator Zhao Fantian has gone missing and is suspected to be in a deep coma."

"Zhang Chiguo, deputy director of the Disaster Management Bureau, has died!"

"Independent investigator codenamed Moses is dead!"

"Qinggang Central City has been abnormally infiltrated and contaminated, and has been lost to actual control."

"Highly contagious forces such as wolfsbane and zombie virus have been detected spreading in Qinggang City. There is no way to contain them." "The Hidden Gate of Qinggang has been forcibly activated. The Abyss Studio system demands the mandatory enforcement of the final terms of the Silence Plan. Miss Ai's defense system has begun to collapse. The Bronze Giant Machine has officially started. Countdown..."

"..."

Amid the listless countdown, someone approached Mr. Xu with an anxious expression. Seeing him still sitting there calmly, the person's expression was a mixture of panic and confusion. They whispered, "Sir, are you preparing to leave? At least send the young master away?"

"As long as we're alive, we... will have a chance..."

Mr. Xu remained silent, lost in thought, for a long while before slowly raising his head and speaking in a very certain tone:

"There was no other chance. Now is our last chance!"

In another room, the one-armed elderly man from Dingxiang Mansion was struggling to sit up from his wheelchair.

He slowly took off his Zhongshan suit and put on a sacrificial robe adorned with bronze patterns.

Beside him, the female security guard looked puzzled: "Teacher, if you want to cooperate with Abyss Studio, then why did you cast that vote?"

"If you don't believe in the Silence Project either, why don't you let us go out and help?"

"..."

The old man at Dingxiang Mansion slowly shook his head and said in a low voice, "All I know is that at this level of confrontation, it is completely irrelevant for us ginseng people not to participate."

"If the Seven-Day Divine Descent fails, then the heir to the bronze will be our master, our god!"

"But if the seven-day divine descent succeeds, then he is merely a tool!"

"Now, everything is clear, isn't it?"

"We've done all the help we could. We gave those people a chance when they wanted to fight to the death, but it turns out that some things are simply not something people at our level can refuse. Everything was decided ten years ago."

"..."

"..."

"Do not resent, and do not despair."

The tall, thin woman spoke as softly as possible in front of Han Su, as if it were a final act of pity:

"Because all of this was inevitable!"

"When humans steal the power of the gods, it causes the will of the gods to grow in the extraordinary world. Whenever these wills accumulate and launch a concentrated counterattack, they will form a wave."

"Humanity has been rebuilding civilization for two thousand years, and has already endured countless waves of change. Even the laws of reality have been destroyed countless times. We are already tired of it, and even the guardians of the world are beginning to feel disappointed."

"That's why the Seven-Day Divine Descent Plan was devised to permanently eliminate the tides."

"Twelve heirs are the price for eliminating the tides."

"This plan would have been completed quietly ten years ago. The world would have eliminated its biggest hidden danger without most people knowing, and they would have forever enjoyed the stability brought by the comfort of reality."

"It's a pity that the birth of the other eleven successors went smoothly, but you were the only one who escaped and even hid the Will of Bronze using unknown methods."

She spoke in a gentle tone, as if she were experiencing a fleeting maternal illusion, and her finger lightly pointed to Han Su's forehead:
"Don't worry, it won't hurt..."

"..."

Faced with her gentleness, Han Su felt an unprecedented anger, disgust, and resentment.

He suddenly looked up sharply: "Your plan is truly excellent, ingenious, bold, and magnificent..."

"Ten years have passed, and you've finally exposed everything, but..."

As he said this, his facial muscles even involuntarily revealed a fierce smile: "What if I hadn't become the heir to the Bronze?"

"Ah……"

A hint of mockery seemed to appear in the tall, thin woman's eyes: "Why say such childish things at a time like this?"

"The will of bronze resides within you; do you think you can hide it?"

When she said this, she genuinely revealed a kind of helplessness that one only shows when facing a child.

The finger resting on Han Su's forehead made a light stroke, accompanied by an infusion of boundless spiritual power, as if to verify something.

She was certain that the Will of Bronze was within Han Su's body, and by taking action herself, she could certainly trigger a reaction from the Will of Bronze within Han Su's body. All of this was easily confirmed.

Then she saw that Han Su's forehead was cut and a little blood was seeping out.

It wasn't bronze, but a vibrant red.

His expression suddenly froze.

"you……"

She froze for several seconds before suddenly taking a slight step back, and then quickly moved closer to Han Su.

Her eyes were almost pressed against his wound: "Why is it red?"

"You have mastered the Will of Bronze, I saw it with my own eyes!"

There was even a hint of barely perceptible panic in her voice: "But how could you..."

"It seems that all the confidence you're displaying is a joke..."

Han Su couldn't help but burst into laughter: "But you don't know anything at all, no, you should say you know nothing!"

"You don't even know who your real opponent is..."

"..."

Logically, Han Su shouldn't be laughing, but he couldn't help it; he just loved seeing the panicked and confused look on this woman's face.

Even someone with the power to suppress everything can have such a bewildered and helpless expression on their face.

His identity as the heir to the bronze was originally an illusion, an illusion pieced together from the blood of the white corpse, the will of bronze, and the fisherman's chant. He was never the heir to the bronze; he was merely pretending to be one.

As it turns out, the reason for the failure of the Seven-Day Divine Descent was not himself, nor was the factor that could have repaired the Seven-Day Divine Descent.

But this woman has already revealed all her cards because of this misunderstanding.

……

"He did it..."

Prior to this, Han Su had stated unequivocally that whatever the Abyss Laboratory was planning, it was destined to fail.

At the time, Song Chushi didn't know why Han Su was so confident. Even now, he hadn't heard the conversation between Han Su and the tall, thin woman and didn't know what had happened, but he had caught the tall, thin woman's panic.

So, Abyss Studio really failed?

Overwhelmed with joy, he suddenly shouted, ripped open the briefcase, pulled out a blood-red cloak, and draped it over himself while kicking the tattered briefcase far away.

This was his last resort; the box contained enough explosives to blow up a twenty-story building.

Boom!

A massive burst of flame spread, and the aftershocks of the explosion, firepower, shrapnel, and mud instantly spread in all directions. The air itself seemed to be distorted and compressed, turning into an invisible cannon that blasted the countless humanoid figures around him into a bloody mess.

Song Chushi, wrapped in a blood-red cloak, barely survived. The scattered, living flesh around him became nourishment for him. Under the cloak, he struggled to repair his body, shouting with all his might, "Prepare to send him away..."

"Did you get the documents and that item?"

"..."

His response came from a panicked electronic voice inside the Abyss Laboratory: "Nothing. I've searched everywhere, and there's nothing but scraps..."

"..."

"what?"

A look of blankness suddenly flashed across Song Chushi's usually clear and sharp face: "No?"

Why not?

If we can't get the information about the Seven Days of Divine Descent from Abyss Studio, then what else will this operation have been about besides witnessing the terrifying nature of Abyss Studio and paying a huge price?
Is it really as this woman says, that everything is meaningless?

……

"It's chaos, chaos, everything's in chaos..."

At the same time that Song Chu's expression became blank, the tall, thin woman was also clearly in a state of complete astonishment and confusion.

Meeting Han Su's resentful gaze, she even revealed a fear she had never shown before:
"No, none of this is right. Someone... someone is disrupting our plans..."

What exactly caused the seven-day divine intervention to fail ten years ago?
Having already found the successor to the Bronze and confirmed the existence of the Will of Bronze, they thought they had found the key to solving the problem.

But this is just a completely illogical, yet undeniably real, illusion?

Panic was creeping into her heart. If before, while they were eager to know the reason for the failure of the Seven-Day Divine Descent, they were not afraid and only wanted to patiently find the answer, now they truly realized that something was wrong.

An invisible hand disrupted their plans, and they had no idea who it was...

Looking up at Han Su's fierce expression and the ravaged Qinggang, she suddenly realized that it wasn't just Qinggang that had lost that night; the Abyss Laboratory had also lost.

They both suffered heavy losses.

Most importantly, no one knows who won...

……

……

A deathly silence fell over the area. There were no winners in this war, and everyone stood frozen, unsure how to face their fate.

Then, amidst this oppressive silence, not far from Song Chushi, a head peeked out from behind an abandoned vehicle, looking utterly innocent: "So..."

"Are you looking for this thing?"

"..."

He pulled out his black backpack and took out a crystal skull.

(End of this chapter)