From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 638 "Surprise," "A Smash," "Biographed Child"

Shortly after, in the detention area of ​​the Frontline Base/Investigation Department building.

Four ghost agents were imprisoned in a specially made cell. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of some unknown alloy, with Chinese characters engraved on the surface that they could not understand, and it also emitted a faint golden light.

Their hostile environment-adaptive combat suits had long been stripped away, replaced by loose orange prison uniforms, with shackles on their wrists and ankles to suppress psionic energy, making it impossible for them to sense even the slightest flow of psionic energy.

One of the male agents sat in the corner, leaning against the cold wall, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold metal inside the shackles.

His gaze swept over the other three people in the cell, finally settling on the blonde female agent.

“What do you think those guys will do, Nova?” he asked in a low voice.

The blonde female agent looked up; the small wound under her left eye had scabbed over, but it still throbbed with pain.

“They definitely want to turn us against us, Stone.” Her voice was soft, but carried an undeniable certainty. “They won’t execute us directly because we are too valuable. Ghost Agents’ intelligence, tactical thinking, and even our genetic samples are all resources worth studying for them.”

The Ghost Agent named Stone, who was asking the question, frowned even more deeply, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Then we must not let them succeed."

“Of course.” The blonde female agent, or rather Nova Terra, had a sharp, piercing gaze. “No matter what, we must remain loyal and never be swayed.”

Her tone was calm, yet it conveyed a sense of determination.

The training of Ghost Agents has ingrained the concept of "loyalty" into their very bones; even in the face of death, they will not easily betray the Empire.
Unless the empire betrays them.

At this moment——

Swish-!
The cell door suddenly slid open, making a particularly jarring noise inside the cell.

The four ghost agents instantly tensed up, their muscle memory instantly putting them into combat mode.

Without exchanging words or hesitating, they sprang into action almost simultaneously!

Nova's pupils contracted, and she sprang forward like a cheetah, her target the blurry figure in the doorway—

These ghost agents believe that if they can defeat the "Guardian" and seize the key, they can break the psionic suppression and regain control of the situation!
Stone followed closely behind, gathering his right fist and aiming straight for the throat.

The other two agents flanked the enemy from both sides, blocking their retreat.

The four men worked together flawlessly; even the most elite marines would not be able to escape unscathed from such a surprise attack.

however--

Bang-bang-!
Several muffled thuds exploded almost simultaneously.

Nova didn't even see what happened before an irresistible force slammed into her abdomen. A sharp pain shot through her body like an electric current, her vision distorted, and she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall before sliding to the ground.

Stone's fist was stopped in mid-air, his wrist was clamped by something, and the next second, his arm was twisted in reverse, and the crisp sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard.

He groaned as his knee was struck by a kick, causing him to fall to his knees and slam his forehead heavily against the metal floor.

The other two agents suffered the same fate.

One person was struck in the back of the neck with an elbow and immediately lost consciousness, while another was pinned to the ground by some invisible force and unable to move.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

Nova's breathing was rapid, and she tasted blood in her throat. She struggled to lift her head, trying to see the attacker's face, but her vision was blurred by the severe injuries to her body. She could only vaguely make out a tall silhouette standing in the doorway, looking down at them.

As her gaze gradually focused, Nova's eyes widened.

That wasn't the guard she had imagined at all—

It wasn't an ordinary soldier, nor one of the Astartes mentioned in the intelligence, nor even any being she knew.

Two giants clad in ancient Greek-style heavy armor stood at the entrance, their faces completely obscured by Corinthian helmets, with only their eye-like monitors gleaming with a cold, golden light.

Every inch of their armor was engraved with intricate war patterns, and ancient Greek inscriptions were etched on their shoulder armor, shimmering with a faint psionic glow in the dim light.

"This is impossible."

Stone struggled to sit up, his fractured arm hanging limply at his side.

As Ghost agents, they had witnessed the Terran Empire's most elite warriors and faced Protoss fanatics, but the presence before them exuded a completely different kind of oppressive aura.
That was the killing intent forged in the fires of war for thousands of years, and the majesty that had been tempered by time.

These two "giants," or more precisely, these two Greek minor gods, did not communicate verbally at all.

One of them stepped forward, stretched out his left and right hands, and lifted the two unconscious agents with one hand, as easily as lifting two pets.

Another approached Nova, a golden monitor flickering slightly, seemingly assessing her condition.

"What are you?" Nova asked, enduring the excruciating pain, but the other party did not respond.

When the gauntlet of the secondary god grabbed her prison uniform, Nova instinctively tried to resist, but found that her body was completely out of her control.

That wasn't psychic suppression, but pure biological instinct, like a sheep stiffening its neck when facing a tiger.

She clearly felt that the hand that was holding her had once suffocated a being far more powerful than herself.

Two demigods left the cell with four agents.

Walking through the steel corridors of the Investigation Department building, and through the reinforced floor-to-ceiling windows of the corridor, Nova saw the entire frontline base—

This place is also a jungle of reinforced concrete, and in the nearest assembly area, a squad of giants wearing golden power armor are training new recruits in the training ground.

But the most eye-catching feature is the colossal spatial portal that stands majestically in the center of the base, piercing the clouds.

“That is…” Stone asked hoarsely, while the severed arm swayed weakly.

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But no one could give Stone a reply.

Soon, as they were led away from the investigation department building and outside, the glaring sunlight made Nova squint.

Before Nova and the others could react, the two demigods led them straight to the nearest train platform.

The streamlined maglev train is parked inside the platform.

"This doesn't make sense!" A ghost agent, after waking up, was very puzzled and struggled while shouting, "Where's the interrogation? Where's the torture? Where's the good cop/bad cop act?"

Nova was equally confused.

As a ghost agent, she received counter-interrogation training and was familiar with all interrogation procedures.

But the current situation is completely beyond her comprehension.

There was no interrogation room, no torture instruments, and not even any additional guards. There were only these two silent demigods and the maglev train with an unknown destination in front of them.

It's important to understand that if any one of these Ghost Agents were captured, the enemy forces would be on high alert, fearing they might find an opening and escape. After all, the Ghost Agents' physical abilities and psionic reflexes are enough to turn a well-equipped and heavily armed military base upside down.

After the secondary god carried them onto the train, he casually tossed them onto their seats, then stepped aside, remaining motionless like two statues.

Before long, the train started moving, and the scenery outside the window began to rush past.

Nova struggled to sit up. Through the curved car window, she saw the Investigation Department building rapidly receding into the distance, heading towards what looked like a portal piercing the sky.

As they drew closer, they were about to cross the space gate that resembled a mercury mirror. Then, they felt the air inside the carriage suddenly become stagnant, as if it had been frozen by some invisible force.

As the train carriage passed through the portal, the entire world was suddenly filled with a dazzling yet very soft white light.

In this pure white expanse, Nova felt an unprecedented emptiness.
It was as if she had been suddenly cut off from all connections with the universe. Her psychic perception became a blank, and even the most basic sense of spatial orientation disappeared. This experience was a hundred times more terrifying than the most severe psychic suppression, as if her entire being had been temporarily erased from the level of existence.

Stone and the other two Ghost agents were in the same situation, after all, they possessed extremely powerful psionic senses, and when they crossed the portal for the first time and left their original universe, they were bound to experience such a strong "backlash".

Once their vision returned, they gradually regained their normal breathing. However, when they looked out the window, the scene before them astonished all the agents.

It was a magnificent sight they had never imagined.

First, there's the portal—

Dozens of colossal spatial gates stood at the edge of the field of vision, towering like pillars reaching the sky in the "void," forming a perfect circular array, each seemingly connecting to different universes.

Between these spatial gates lies a complex yet well-ordered transportation network.

The seemingly countless magnetic levitation tracks extend at precise angles, forming a three-dimensional transportation system.

Nova saw countless trains speeding along the tracks, including silver passenger trains and military green freight trains.

Further away, numerous transport ships shuttled along designated channels, sometimes landing on the helipad next to a space gate, and sometimes carrying personnel and cargo across the mercury-like mirror surface.

“How many worlds are there?” Stone’s voice was terribly dry.

Nova did not answer.

Her gaze was drawn to the endless palace complex surrounding the portal.

The building is constructed entirely of gilded materials, with its main style based on Chinese palaces, while many of its eaves and brackets incorporate styles from other civilizations.

The train continued its journey, passing through this breathtaking mega-hub.

However, Nova noticed that there were armed checkpoints next to each portal, guarded by "giants" who were also wearing golden power armor but were much larger.

Soon, the train stopped at the palace complex, which was also located in the heart of the complex.

The hatch slid open silently.

This time, however, without the two Greek minor gods taking any action, the four agents stood up simultaneously, the invisible pressure causing them to instinctively choose to obey.

The moment Nova stepped out of the carriage, she gasped for breath.

Because Athena, who had "beaten them up," was slowly walking out of the adjacent carriage.

But unlike their previous encounter at the bar, the goddess now held a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. The child was covered in plain white fabric, with only a few strands of black hair showing.

Athena's gaze swept over the four agents, her golden eyes filled with an unfathomable calm.

She gently adjusted the position of the child in her arms, a fleeting hint of gentleness appearing on the goddess's cold face. But the next second, when Athena's gaze fell upon them, Nova felt a strange chill run down her spine.

"Follow me." Athena's voice rang directly in everyone's minds. "Don't look around."

Four agents followed silently through a passage that appeared to be paved with golden light.

On the right side of the passage stand towering stone pillars, each carved with totem patterns from different civilizations, with golden torches that seem to burn eternally on both sides of the top of the pillars.

Through the gaps between the pillars in the cliff face, one can overlook the magnificent view of the palace complex and the hub of the spatial gate.

On the wall to the left of the passage, a series of giant reliefs depict human history and major moments before the establishment of the human empire.

For example, the murals depict scenes such as Earth's first space fleet confronting the Reaper civilization (Independence Day), the annihilation of the Olympian gods who have fallen into chaos, and the battles that broke out on the planet Plenty against the tide of chaos. Each scene is vividly portrayed.

At the end of the passage, a massive gate, ten meters high, stands majestically.

The door was embossed with the dragon emblem of the human empire, and on each side stood a row of imperial guards clad in heavy golden armor.

These giants, standing over three meters tall, forced Nova and the others to look up at them. Dangerous arcs of electricity crackled across the surface of the lightning halberds they wielded.

Athena carried the baby and walked straight to the gate.

The Imperial Guards immediately changed their stance from crossing their lightning halberds to standing at attention and saluting. The doors then opened to the sides, revealing a dazzling golden light inside.

At this moment, the Goddess of War, without turning her head, ordered, "Wait here."

After saying that, her figure quickly disappeared into the light behind the door.

As the door closed again, Nova felt the inexplicable sense of oppression instantly dissipate.

Four agents stood in the empty corridor, with a relief gallery depicting human history behind them and a tightly closed, mysterious giant door in front of them, and an uneasy feeling spreading in the silence.

Behind the door lies the meditation hall, which houses the golden throne.

Inside the meditation hall;

"His Majesty."

Athena stepped slowly into the hall, her long white dress trailing behind her, making a soft rustling sound as it dragged across the polished floor.

Her steps were light yet dignified, until she stopped ten steps in front of the golden throne.

Then, she knelt on one knee, supporting the swaddled baby with her left arm and placing her right arm across her chest, bowing her head in greeting.

On the throne, Sui Yang slightly raised his eyes.

He was not dressed in magnificent imperial robes, but only in a long black coat, yet he still exuded an aura of authority without anger.

Seeing Athena bow, he raised his hand in a gesture of support and said, "No need for such formalities."

His voice was deep, yet it resonated clearly in the empty hall.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rose from his throne and walked steadily down the steps.

Athena then stood up straight, her hands still firmly holding the infant in her arms.

Sui Yang approached, his gaze falling on the swaddling clothes, a barely perceptible hint of gentleness flashing across his usually stern brows.

He reached out, his fingertips pausing slightly before touching the swaddling clothes, before finally taking what appeared to be his "own" son from the goddess of war.
(End of this chapter)