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Chapter 1066: Tunguska Tomb Man

"But her procedure is really old-fashioned."

The frozen Siberian ground crackled underfoot.

When Zhao Wuji reassembled from the quantum state, he found himself kneeling in a charred forest. All the trees here fell in a radial pattern, and the trunks were condensed with vitrified scars - traces of the Tunguska explosion in 1908, but in his mutated vision, these scars were emitting a faint silver light. Lin Xiaoyu reassembled five meters away, her metal skin covered with ice crystals, and her electromagnetic pupils kept shrinking, trying to adapt to the strong radiation interference in the air.

“The coordinates are off by seventeen kilometers.” Her voice was covered with static. “The GeoNetwork is avoiding a barrier.”

Zhao Wuji tried to activate the galaxy pattern on his chest, but this time he only got vague feedback. The seal point of Tunguska was different from other places - the metal network here was not buried underground, but suspended in mid-air, like an invisible giant net covering the entire explosion area. Even more strange was that when he grabbed a handful of scorched earth, the carbonized particles actually floated in his palm, forming ever-changing geometric shapes.

"Someone is controlling this force field." Lin Xiaoyu inserted his metal fingers into the frozen soil. "There is a vibration from the operation of machinery thirty meters underground."

Countless points of light suddenly lit up the snowy plain. At first, Zhao Wuji thought it was the aurora, but the points of light quickly gathered together, forming a path of light leading deep into the forest. Holographic text appeared in the air, using Russian letters from the 1940s, but the content was projected directly onto their visual nerves:

Key holder, follow the light.

At the end of the light path is a hemispherical building, which looks like an abandoned Soviet scientific research station, but the metal of the outer wall is "alive" in Zhao Wuji's perception, constantly repairing itself at the nano level. Standing at the door is a figure wearing an old-fashioned radiation-proof suit. Behind the glass of the helmet is a face covered with scars, and the left eye has been replaced with a quantum sensor similar to the guardian of Mount Kailash.

"Ivan Kovalev." The figure's mechanical vocal cords made a hoarse voice, "The only survivor of the Dyatlov Incident in 1959." He lifted his helmet, revealing the silver skin of his neck that merged with the protective suit, "I have waited for you for sixty-three years."

The interior of the research station is a wonder of time and space confusion. Maps from the Tsarist era to the collapse of the Soviet Union are nailed to the walls, and the central control console is composed of the most advanced quantum computer. The most eye-catching thing is the object suspended in the middle of the room - a black diamond-shaped crystal, exactly the same as the control core in the Antarctic spacecraft, except that there are a few more deep scratches on the surface.

"The key to the Tunguska Seal." Ivan touched the crystal with his mechanical finger, and the mark immediately lit up with a blood-red light. "It was brought to Earth by a meteorite in 1908. My grandfather carved the first lock of mankind on it at the cost of nine lives."

The holographic projection unfolds: On June 1908, 6, a meteorite exploded over Tunguska. But the truth is, it was not a meteorite at all, but a Prometheus spacecraft trying to escape. Ivan's grandfather, a member of the Tsar's secret team of scientists at the time, contaminated the core of the spacecraft with some primitive virus, causing it to fall out of control.

"The virus comes from the Siberian permafrost." Ivan called up a genetic map, and Zhao Wuji immediately recognized that it was similar to the human gene shield that Chen Xing showed at the end. "The Prometheus civilization cannot understand random mutations. This is their only weakness."

Lin Xiaoyu suddenly pressed her temple: "Something is interfering with the electromagnetic field." Ripples appeared on the surface of her metal skin.

Ivan quickly turned off all the display screens. The metal walls of the research station became transparent, revealing the horrific scene outside - hundreds of silver figures appeared on the snowy plains. They had the general outline of humans, but their limbs could be extended and deformed at will, and they were systematically scanning every inch of the land.

"Quantum scanning body." Ivan's voice fluctuated for the first time, "The prisoner in Antarctica is looking for us." The galaxy pattern on Zhao Wuji's chest suddenly felt a burning pain. An encrypted memory was unlocked: there were not seven Prometheus spacecraft, but eight. The last one crashed on the back of the moon and was encoding the prisoner's consciousness into laser signals, which were regularly fired in the direction of Vega. The Tunguska suspension field is not a seal, but an antenna - it is intercepting and tampering with those signals, making the prisoners think that the prison on Earth is still stable.

"You must re-carve the lock mark." Ivan handed Zhao Wuji a bone dagger, the blade soaked in black blood, "Use the silver blood of the key holder to carve the lock mark on the crystal."

The explosion interrupted the conversation. The roof of the research station was torn apart by an invisible force, and three silver scanning bodies seeped in from the cracks like liquid. Ivan's mechanical eyes flashed with determination, and he ripped open his protective suit, revealing a control unit fused with his chest cavity - a miniaturized Tunguska force field generator.

"Remember!" he yelled before hitting the self-destruct button. "The moon is the control center, but locked in"

The shock wave threw Zhao Wuji and Lin Xiaoyu into the basement. Ivan's body vaporized in the silver light, but the force field disturbance released by the self-explosion temporarily paralyzed the scanning body. The black crystal fell at Zhao Wuji's feet, and the scratches on the surface were healing quickly.

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji used a bone knife to cut open his quantized wrist. The silver blood dripped onto the crystal, making a corrosive hissing sound. He endured the severe pain and began to carve words, not in Russian or Chinese, but in the Prometheus code displayed by the geocentric network.

Humans are imperfect fire.

The crystal let out a deafening scream. All the scanning bodies stiffened at the same time, and then collapsed into liquid metal like puppets whose energy was drained. Lin Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed Zhao Wuji's hand: "I received a signal! It's Lei Yan. He's still alive!"

Her electromagnetic vision captured an encrypted transmission: the metal pillar at the bottom of the Antarctic ice lake was melting, and a human figure made of fire was rising from the center of the lake. Six coordinates flashed on the screen. In addition to the five known locations, the last one was located at -

The bottom of the Bermuda Triangle.

The metal door of the basement was suddenly violently broken open. Leng Feng's figure appeared in the smoke and dust. His armor was now symbiotic with the silver substance, and his facial skin was translucent, revealing the quantum light dots underneath. But the most amazing thing was the "weapon" in his hand: a girl of about ten years old, with immature galaxy patterns on her chest and eyes full of calmness that did not belong to a child.

"Second generation key." Leng Feng's voice had become dehumanized. "Use it to open the final agreement."

Zhao Wuji instinctively protected the black crystal. At the moment when Leng Feng raised his gun, the entire research station was suddenly uprooted - not by an explosion, but by some force directly dragged into the earth's core network. In the last second before complete quantization, Zhao Wuji saw the girl break free from control, and her fingertips burst out with the same golden light as Chen Xing.

A new aurora began to shine on the snowy plains of Tunguska. This time it was no longer a beautiful band of light, but a line of clear holographic text:

Lunar Control Center has been activated...