I write obituaries for the gods

"At the entrance to the third floor ahead, turn right, then turn left to the end..."

So, guided by Louis, the group made their way through the winding, labyrinthine archives.

Shen Xuanyi had explained that the documents about the Ironhorn Bridge were located in the deepest classified archives of the archives room. After it was transformed into a subspace ruin, that area was located in the very center of the entire bunker.

It is also the deepest part of the bunker.

Along the way, Lin Chen forced himself to look away from the file shelves, afraid that he would see any written media.

Every now and then, he would see a bright red book made of human skin by the roadside, clearly belonging to the investigators who had come in to explore earlier.

Next to those human skin books, Lin Chen found some useful things, such as the remaining sanity stabilizers they had used.

This is the only thing we can pick up. The other supplies have all been severely corroded by the subspace. For example, their firearms have become so deformed that the butt of the gun has replaced the muzzle, and the muzzle is pointing at them.

"No wonder no one dared to take orders after that," Li Zhanyi muttered. "This place is too eerie..."

In the blink of an eye, the group had been navigating the maze of the archives for thirty minutes.

"Replenish your rationality stabilizer." Jiang Zhengge made a gesture.

Lin Chen took out a syringe, pricked his arm, and felt the coolness fill his body again.

"Louis, how far are we from the target location?" Lucy pressed her earpiece.

"It's very close, at most a ten-minute walk."

“It’s been surprisingly quiet along the way,” Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice. “Aside from the ‘archivist,’ are there no child entities?”

"Oh dear, don't jinx it," Li Zhanyi quickly waved his hand, "It's always... warning! Above our heads!"

The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a ghostly blue light.

She saw a dark shadow fall from the sky and land on Lucy's head—

"Oh!"

Lin Chen looked up, and a shotgun shell had already been fired.

Almost simultaneously, the figure that had fallen from the overpass was smashed to pieces by him.

"Pat-pat".

A tattered book made of human skin lay on the ground, its tentacles twitching weakly from the pages, like a dying octopus.

“There’s more!” Lucy exclaimed.

A book with its own leather cover climbed down from the filing shelf. Its pages were wide open, and red and white tentacles stretched out from between the pages, giving it a powerful climbing ability.

"It seems that the human skin book will become a spirit if it stays in the archives for too long," Li Zhanyi said, raising his pistol and firing repeatedly.

As they fired at the oncoming tide of human-skin books, they retreated towards the classified archives.

The closer they got to the classified archives, the more human skin books appeared, like a horde of zombies swarming in.

Fortunately, their physical strength is not high, and firearms are enough to shatter them into pieces.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After turning another corner, a long corridor came into view.

Lin Chen looked towards the other end of the corridor and saw hordes of human skin books attacking from the ground, ceiling, and walls, making a disgusting "creaking" sound as they climbed.

Many people died when the Foundation dragged the entire bunker into the warp...

Lin Chen frowned, took a fragmentation grenade from inside his trench coat, and threw it out.

"boom!"

The flames briefly engulfed the swarms of human skin books, but soon, even more human skin books burst through the flames and rushed towards the crowd.

Seeing this, Lucy emptied the light machine gun's ammunition belt, rushed forward, and swung her hands—

"boom------"

Flames erupted from her palms, spreading rapidly across the walls and burning all the way to the end of the corridor.

Jiang Zhengge and Lucy switched positions; he stayed behind, constantly throwing projectiles at the human skin book that was attacking from behind.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"It's all burned! Let's go!" Lucy shouted.

The group rushed towards the end of the corridor, stepping on the still-burning embers.

However, at that moment, a human-skin book emerged from under the charred corpse of its companion and rushed towards the group.

Lin Chen raised his shotgun and fired a shot at its body, but it was too late.

The human skin book opened wide, and before it shattered, Lin Chen saw a line of words printed on it:

"...I can't escape, Mom..."

The next second, accompanied by the howling of the wind, a figure appeared behind Lin Chen.

"...!"

Lin Chen abruptly drew his axe; his enhanced reflexes, amplified by the two projections, instinctively propelled him toward the uninvited guest.

"clang!"

Only after the axe clashed with the black claws did Lin Chen get a clear look at the attacker—

A file clerk in a suit with striking eyes!

Its posture was elegant yet fierce, but Lin Chen felt as if he were carrying a huge bag of sandbags on his arms—even though the opponent was only using one hand.

Five seconds before the attack, Li Zhanyi had "predicted" this moment and raised his gun to fire in advance.

"Oh!"

The bullet hit the "archivist" in the head, but only a little black liquid splattered out.

"boom!"

With a tremendous impact, Lin Chen was thrown away. He slammed his axe into the ground to barely stop himself.

Almost simultaneously, everyone focused their fire on the "archivist"—

"Da da da da da da!"

The "archivist's" body flashed continuously, dodging most of the bullets; a few that struck its suit left a line of characters:

7.62x51mm...M80...

9mm pressure bullet...

Those characters, the data of the bullets that hit it, were converted into information and printed on its suit.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Chen discovered that his suit was covered with various data!

It can turn humans into books made of human skin, recording their life stories, and it can also transform attacks into information...

Its capability... is "information technology"?

"Da da da da!"

Before Lin Chen could continue thinking, accompanied by a series of flashes, the "archiver" appeared in front of him once again.

This time, it swung its claws and slammed them down towards Lin Chen—

"clang!"

Lin Chen parried the attack with his tactical hand axe, while simultaneously drawing a shotgun with his other hand and pressing it against the "archivist's" neck.

"Oh!"

Black blood spurted out, and the "archivist" staggered back a few steps, his neck now covered in dense characters that read "23mm deer bullet".

It gracefully wiped the blood from its neck, flicked it aside, and began to accelerate once more.

Damn... Lin Chen was dumbfounded by how durable this thing was.

How do we kill this thing?

......

Chapter 52 Surrender

"You're not playing us, are you, James?"

"I'm not kidding you guys, we're really almost there!"

Inside the foundation's tent, Oswald stared at the screen and glanced at his watch.

"We're going in circles! Ugh! What the hell!" The British captain's furious voice came through the comms. "James! You fooking son of...bitch! Did you take money from that slut Shen Xuanyi? You just wait, when I get out of here..."

Oswald stood up and shot the communication device.

He glanced at James on the ground, turned around, and walked out of the tent.

"The time has come, and the target is moving toward the location."

With one hand on his earpiece, he ripped off his skirt suit with the other, kicked off his high heels, and pulled off his stockings, revealing his feet wrapped in bandages.

Finally, he ripped off James's face, and as gray flames erupted, a face wrapped in bandages was revealed to the night.

"Rumble..."

Thunder rumbled through the clouds, and the night rain fell silently.

Oswald put on a black silk top hat, shrugged his shoulders, and a black trench coat wrapped around his body like a bat.

He walked down the slope and disappeared into the night. Behind him, on the road, foundation vehicles were approaching the white tent.

......

"The time has come, and the target is moving toward the location."

Upon receiving Oswald's communication, Jiang Zhengge's lips twitched slightly.

"Tsk."

He glanced at the "archivist" who had been shooed away by Lin Chen, and sighed softly:

"We need to speed things up."

Jiang Zhengge took out his phone and glanced at the time.

The instant he made the "observation" gesture, the "archivist" appeared before him amidst a howling wind, claws outstretched—

"boom!"

A gust of wind struck the "archivist," leaving behind "high-pressure wind blade" marks on its suit.

Jiang Zhengge's eyes gleamed with a deep blue light. He gripped his left hand tightly, and the raging wind gathered into a vortex in his palm, holding the "archiver" firmly in place.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Zhengge raised his large-caliber revolver and pressed it against the administrator's head:

"Pfft!"

The 12.7x55mm armor-piercing round pierced the "archivist's" head, and black blood burst out like ink.

The archivist staggered back two steps, at which point everyone raised their guns and fired at it.

"Da da da da da!"

After a round of concentrated fire, the "archiver's" actions became noticeably slower.

Its body was covered with bullet marks, which intertwined with each other, making its movements as sluggish as if it were entangled in a spider web.

Lin Chen ran out of ammo with his revolver. Seeing that the administrator had slowed down, he rushed forward, grabbed his tactical hand axe, and smashed it down on the creature's head.

"Crack!"

The axe was driven deep into the archivist's head, forcing him to his knees.

"Looks like you can't handle pressure," Lin Chen chuckled. "Then..."

The next second, he saw the characters on the "archivist" body tangle into a fleshy mass, mimicking the shape of guns.

Those guns were the guns in the hands of the group.

"Holy crap..."

Lin Chen kicked the "archivist" away, and as he backed away, he pulled up his trench coat to cover his head.

At the same time, the hundreds of gun barrels on the "archivist's" body opened fire simultaneously—