Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 239 29. They are all consuls, why is there such a big difference? Don’t you think so?
"Citizens of Eden, we are proudly gathered here today to express our warmest congratulations on the upcoming 'City Construction Day' celebration."

The gentle yet magnetic voice of Han Bin, the governor of the Garden of Eden, echoed in the city square of the Third Ring Road.

In this place, "Wan X Square", which is no different from the bustling city center of any big city with tall buildings, the screens on the surrounding tall buildings have reflected the upper body of the outstanding archon.

Just like the speech given before every City Day celebration over the past thirty years.

He always dressed himself impeccably, and his elegant demeanor always reminded people of the gentlemen in the old civilization, making the ladies in the square, regardless of their age, fall in love with their consul.

In fact, over the years, there have been noble ladies who, seeing how hard it is for Governor Han Bin to raise his children alone, wanted to move in to help.

Unfortunately, his personal conduct was almost as impeccable as his outstanding management skills.

The people of Eden were blessed to have such a fair and dignified leader, and always disappointing the ladies seemed to be his only flaw.

But it's not unbearable.

Generally speaking, however, speeches on City Construction Day like today's have become a "going through the motions" ritual over the years of tradition. No matter whether they are people of status, commoners of the Garden of Eden, or even servants of the Evil Land, no one will pay too much attention to the content of the speech, and the archons will not issue important decrees on such occasions.

Therefore, compared to the grand celebration of City Construction Day, there shouldn't be too many residents gathering here to witness today's speech.

But today is different.

The entire square was bustling with people, the ground was filled with people, and there was even a special area in the air where hovercrafts could hover and stay.

Most of the people present listened carefully to Governor Han Bin's speech, especially those "Evil Land Elites" who had recently been sent to the Garden of Eden. Although they also came from the Bad Land, they were not "slaves". They appeared here with a special identity and had been confirmed to officially become the "new citizens" of the Garden of Eden in the near future.

This is because everyone knows that the third reproductive moon has arrived. Although they are confident in the defense of the Garden of Eden, in this precarious moment, those who are not strong enough in heart still hope to hear from the archons how the managers will deal with this reproductive moon.

Some have heard through the grapevine about some of the cruel orders that may be issued.

For example, after the Badlands Reservation on the surface was completely destroyed by the demonic tide, Eden would launch weapons of destruction to completely destroy the already hopeless planet, and then use the entire Garden of Eden as the "Ark of Doom" to achieve another successful self-rescue through some means.

This sounds creepy.

Especially since the Badlands Reservation is most likely still resisting resolutely, doing so is basically equivalent to giving up the doomsday situation that has been maintained by Eden for the past thirty-eight years.

But all the locals of Eden who heard this rumor said that it was as it should be.

The Badlands is indeed beyond salvation. This is not a vicious curse but a fact that no one with a conscience can deny.

That was the continuation and final outbreak of the doomsday disaster, not a calamity that could be diverted by human will. The Evil Land was already dead, and the bombing of the Garden of Eden at the last moment was just a "dignified" collection of the miserable dead.

But even if they can convince themselves in this way, the people still want to hear the announcement from their leader himself.

Perhaps this can help them find excuses, perhaps it can ease their worries, or perhaps this is just an administrative "inertia".

Just like a flock of sheep needs to be led by a strong leader before they can walk safely into the slaughterhouse.

As for the "new immigrants" who had just been sent to the Garden of Eden, they had no interest in the archon's formulaic opening speech and even seemed a little indifferent.

The fact that these people were selected from the surface to the Garden of Eden shows that they are absolutely capable. They are the backbone of the Acholi Consortium in the past 38 years, and are also the "elite" selected from the doomsday era. They are recognized as members who can shoulder more responsibilities and missions, and therefore they are qualified to come here at this moment.

These evil land elites did not know where Han Bin was going to take the Garden of Eden, but at the moment, there was no second choice left for them, so they could only use their excellent eloquence to convince themselves to maintain the necessary confidence in this paradise.

After all, we can't take a spaceship back to the surface when the Reproduction Moon erupts, right? Wouldn't that be tantamount to seeking death?

They also heard about the possible strategy this time from the rumors circulating among the locals. They did not react much to the decision of the celestial beings to blow up the evil Saturn body.

It is precisely because they come from there that they can confirm that there is really no hope for that place.

Even if everyone united together, it would be impossible to survive this reproductive month relying solely on the power of the surface. What's more, the surface has long been accustomed to fighting alone, and the warriors on the bad land are not united at all.

Under the premise that destruction has become inevitable, there is no essential difference whether it is carried out by monsters or by the Garden of Eden giving the "homeland" a rest.

Compared with the "fragile" sympathy and hypocritical tears of the locals, they, who have lived in the Badlands for many years and are therefore more "pragmatic", hope to hear specific plans from Governor Han Bin.

For example, where will the paradise-like Garden of Eden go after this month of reproduction?

This is also the answer that these people came here spontaneously and proactively tonight and wanted to hear. They hope that Governor Han Bin will not avoid this important issue in his speech tonight.

"I think our enthusiastic locals have noticed that there are many 'new friends' around you. They are not wearing servants' uniforms, which means they did not come to the Garden of Eden as 'service providers'. In fact, this is the point that I want to spend some time describing in detail to the citizens tonight.

I believe that as the city's founding day celebrations begin tonight, it is my duty as governor to make sure that citizens fully understand the changes that are taking place."

Han Bin's clearly articulated voice continued to be heard on the screens around the square, and on the temporary platform built in the front of the square, His Excellency the Archon was advancing the manuscript he had already written with all the grace he deserved, under the protection of several intelligent robots.

His expression was natural and gentle, with a signature smile on his lips. Every time he looked up, the Eden people in the management who were closest to him would respond with the same appropriate smile.

Everything was no different from previous speeches.

But at this moment no one knows the biggest "secret" in this speech. Is Han Bin really here?

Do not!
of course not.

When the Sacred Benchmark Project was entering its true final moments, how could he, as a major participant, waste precious time giving a speech to the citizens in this square that would have no impact on the overall situation?

People felt that the doomsday brought by the Moon of Reproduction might still be on the way, but Han Bin knew clearly that it had already come.

The changes in the Fetal Moon in the past two hours have exceeded the peak. Using special equipment to directly observe the "Devil Moon" in the Garden of Eden, one can even clearly see the dangerous arcs of light that are jumping on the surface of the moon that is filled with energy veins.

In the past, it was not a natural phenomenon that could be explained by astronomy, but tonight it was no longer a natural phenomenon that could be explained by astronomy.

At this moment, in the laboratory in the inner ring of the Garden of Eden, Han Bin, with a serious face, is recording and observing every subtle change of the fetal movement month with the assistance of the most elite researchers of the Flash Organization.

"If this thing is a 'womb', then judging by the frequency of its twitching and the exaggerated readings of the energy storm being observed, this 'birth' has reached its final moments. At the latest by dawn, what it is conceiving will appear in the physical universe before our eyes.

By then, the Fetal Moon, which is currently stuck in the "center" of the material world and the subspace, will most likely break apart. Without the obstruction of this psychic entity, the material world on the surface of the Badlands will be directly connected to the spiritual world, and even a more critical situation may occur.

Until then, we will have the privilege of watching firsthand how the foul energies of the Warp wash away material existence once the rift has been ripped open by the abomination that will spawn."

A bearded researcher observed the energy readings on the screen and said to Han Bin, who remained silent:
"It's still eleven hours until dawn, and we are only two short of the seven sample slots in our Sacred Benchmark. The old doctor wants us to be prepared. So, will Mr. Zhou Ke show up here at the right time?"

"He's already here."

Han Bin said casually:
"Please prepare the instruments for extracting the 'observation sample'. According to my estimation, the extraction of the sixth sample will be completed in three hours at most.

Use the rest of your life to prepare for war.

At the moment when the evil nurtured by the fetal movement month breaks out of its shell, we must do our utmost to control it and get the last "faith sample" from its body. "

The researchers around exchanged glances, and the bearded old researcher at the beginning asked softly:

"You mean, we have to endure the interference of the newly born evil god and activate the sacred benchmark? Isn't this too risky? After all, we are operating on a timeline that is already in jeopardy. The slightest mistake will lead us to an irreversible end."

"So what you mean is, at this point, you still expect us to come up with some way to kill the evil god that is about to be born before everything perishes in the mouth of chaos?"

Han Bin asked back:
"Do you think we still have that much time to do this? I know what you are worried about. According to our research and understanding of chaotic creatures over the past years, this thing conceived by the fetal movement moon will have 'temporal uniqueness' once it appears. It will exist simultaneously on countless timelines.

This means that as long as it is born, it can continue to track us and try to disrupt our subsequent actions, even if we go back to the 'past'.

But it’s a risk we have to take.”

At this point, Han Bin paused, sighed and said:

“Of course, it is not impossible to seize the weak period after its birth and erase it from all timelines to completely eliminate our worries, but that is not a task we need to undertake.

Someone will try to solve it, and I must admit that this possibility exists.

Get to work, everybody.

This will be our last attempt to activate the instrument, and if all goes well we will have more attempts during this adventure.

Like a desperate gambler hoping for a big win, what is the current situation in the Badlands Reservation?"

This question made the researchers around look at each other in confusion.

They couldn't understand why their leader had the mood to pay attention to the surface at this critical moment.

But since they have been asked, they can't just say nothing.

Therefore, under the coordination of a female researcher, several satellites deployed in the planetary orbit of the Garden of Eden that were still operational were soon activated. She adjusted the observation position while saying:

"For the Badlands, the disaster of the Fertility Moon had already begun when the ghost moon turned completely pink. The spiritual world and the material world have completely merged and are indistinguishable from each other. This is the first step towards the final doomsday.

The concentration of psychic energy there has soared to the point where even ordinary people without psychic organs can clearly feel the energy tide, which means that a large number of "natural psychics" are being born.

But because the infection of the subspace is too clear and brutal, most of them will not survive this night.

Our equipment detected that the concentration of psychic energy on the surface world was also fluctuating with the twitching of the Fetal Moon, which was a pleasant surprise.

The concentration of spiritual energy cannot be maintained at a stable high level, and if the monsters from the spiritual world enter the material world, they will be torn apart by the energy tide. "

She said this, and spent a few seconds summarizing the satellite observations. She pushed her glasses and said:

"In general, the current situation of the Badlands Reservation is much better than we expected. This is probably because Mr. Zhou Ke cleared out the monster leaders in the occupied area of the continent where the reservation is located in advance. This prevented the monsters in the occupied area from forming a wave of terrifying demonic tides. However, this cannot change the overall situation.

Because the new monster leader is entering the material world from the spiritual world, and if the reproduction of the Fetal Moon is completed and the great rift in the subspace is truly opened on the surface of the Badlands, then the black demons from the Lightless Sea will wipe out all thoughts on the surface in an instant.

Yes!

That is an attack that cannot be resisted at all, a crushing from a higher dimension to a lower dimension, just like when we stretch out our hands and crush an ant to death, no matter how strong the ant is, it cannot change the ending of violent death. "

Han Bin nodded, his tired face showing no expression. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and said:
“You guys go ahead and do your work, I need to take a break before Zhou Ke arrives at the lab.

Tonight is the last experiment. If everything goes well, we can meet again in the "New World" later. If everything does not go well, then I will inform you in advance that I, Han Bin, am honored to work with you.

If that happens, we can face our failure with an open mind: it’s not our problem, we’ve done our best.”

The other researchers also expressed their feelings to each other, leaving behind a brief last words.

They left the room and did not disturb Han Bin's rest any further, but the Archon was not really resting.

Instead, he adjusted the satellite observation instruments in the star orbit and watched the battle taking place in the Badlands Reservation on the optical projection in front of him.

The first thing that caught Han Bin's eyes was the tide of monsters running across the Badlands under the pink moonlight. There were not only monsters from the occupied areas, but also those strange black creatures that were supposed to exist only in the spiritual world.

Now that the spiritual world has been completely integrated with the material world, these ghost things can theoretically jump out from anywhere on the surface to scare people.

But at the end of their charge, the huge city of "Fort End" had been "locked" by the psychics of the Eagle State in various ways, forcing them to be unable to show up directly in Fort End.

Han Bin could clearly see that the psychics hiding in various places in the Castle of the End and their apprentices were reinforcing the restless spiritual space in a "burning torch" manner. Almost every minute, an apprentice could not bear it and fell down with blood coming out of all his orifices.

Before their twitching bodies could be dragged away, another psionicist would howl and take their place.

They also knew that such sacrifices were a drop in the bucket, but they had to hold on. Once the space here was broken, the monsters that were lurking in the shadows of the spiritual world would pounce in an instant and turn this doomsday castle into a killing ground.

While the psionicists were reinforcing the space, various weapons on the giant wall in front of Castle End were firing crazily.

Those heavy artillery and rays drew dazzling streams of light under the pink night sky, making the scene look quite gorgeous. The use of thermal weapons against monsters was generally ineffective, especially for those spiritual creatures that often had the characteristics of being weakened or even immune to bullets.

However, the fusion of the spiritual world and the material world changed the rules. The fact that spiritual creatures were able to enter the material world meant that they could also be harmed by weapons in the material world.

Things like fusion have always had a two-way impact, and even monsters cannot expect to take all the good things for themselves.

Han Bin turned the observer and switched the observation frequency to perspective mode, allowing him to see the warriors in the Castle of the End. They could not allow themselves to fight under the pink moonlight. The Month of Reproduction had begun, and any human who came into contact with the pink moonlight would most likely be transformed into a monster.

At this time, all that could be gathered in End Castle were the warriors of the Badlands, who hid between floors, beneath the ground, and fought in the covered city corridors.

They used various weapons that had been dropped onto the surface from the Garden of Eden not long ago to snipe, hack and bomb.

Faced with the monsters that kept attacking from the ground and the air, these warriors who were already in desperate situation did not choose to end it all by shooting themselves in the head. Instead, they chose to end it all in a way that was more suitable for the Badlanders.

Fight to the death!

Han Bin even saw the old Mulan, whom he was quite familiar with, among those people.

Well, Han Bin is actually a fan of Lao Mulan. He quite likes some of the stream-of-consciousness works of this great director.

But at this time, Mulan no longer had the elegance that an artist should have.

He led a team of warriors from the city-state area and swept through the monsters like a storm. The silver shotgun in his hand and the muzzles hidden in his arms kept firing. When the monsters approached, they hacked and killed them fiercely. More and more wastelanders joined them, making this team like cavalry running on the battlefield, and they would never stop charging until they died.

This should have been a passionate and desperate battle, but Han Bin clearly saw a hint of insolence and fanaticism on Mulan's face.

That was an expression that belonged only to soldiers, and at this moment it seemed to Old Mulan that he had returned to the battlefield when his home planet Federation fell thirty-eight years ago.

It seemed as if he had washed away all the makeup and returned to his former identity as a war hero that night, as if he had lived in a nightmare for thirty-eight years in a daze and found when he opened his eyes that it was all just a boring illusion.

Yes!

He seemed to be back in the real world.

All that was left in front of him were endless enemies and his comrades. He had powerful weapons in his hands, endless bullets, and he could still survive and keep fighting.

Han Bin looked at Mulan who was roaring in the picture, he sighed, and quickly assessed in his mind that their chances of winning this battle were less than 1%.

Even though the entire Castle of the End was filled with weapons sent from the Garden of Eden and machines that were not afraid of death, and even the free AI was trying its best to operate various automated weapons to fight against the monsters, it was useless.

The will of the warriors alone cannot fight against a world full of malice.

Han Bin heard the call from the researchers in the rear, and he stood up to participate in the final self-inspection of the Sacred Benchmark Project. But the moment he stood up, the Archon of the Garden of Eden saw a scene that made his eyes widen.

He saw the screen on the Tiger's Nest building in the End Castle
Yes, the building that he had visited had a large screen installed on it at some point, and on that screen, Miss Weng Meiyu, the surface governor who was currently in charge of surface affairs, was making her first speech as governor on that extremely fierce battlefield.

To be honest, this scene is quite hilarious and full of black humor.

Probably at this moment, no one in the Castle of the End would calm down and listen to Weng Meiyu's speech, and no one would care about the encouragement of the young girl who was hiding in the Central City Building and speaking nonsense.

However, when Han Bin raised his head, he could vaguely see another self in the city square of the third ring of Eden Garden in the distance in front of him, giving a speech to his citizens.

At this critical moment, the Archons on the surface and the Archons in the Garden of Eden were doing the same thing as if it were fate.

Han Bin hesitated.

He reached out and turned on a bug placed in Little Acholi's office in the central city. He wanted to hear what Weng Meiyu, the temporary surface governor, would say.

Then, he heard his young "colleague" with a bad past roaring at the top of his lungs:

"Fight! Keep fighting! Fight to the last moment! Fight to the last man! Warriors from the Badlands and City-States, Zhou Ke promised me that he would do his best to win a way out for us!
That's what that bastard said when he was lying on top of me. You all know that no man would lie in that situation!
So I believe him!
But we must hold on until the moment he has done what he should do, we must hold on until dawn!
Fear not, warriors of Endfort!
Your sacrifice will definitely be meaningful. Even if the city is gone, the people of the city-state will take up arms to defend what we have left.
Our dignity, our tomorrow, our dream
The future may no longer exist, but this bad land is the last thing we have left!
It’s time to give it everything for the last thing in our pockets.

Fight.

Never retreat! I promise you, no matter where you are in the future, I! The Surface Governor Weng Meiyu! I will go to the same place with you!"

Her voice was trembling, anger mixed with fear. She held on to her last hope and dared not let go for fear of losing her last chance, even though she herself could not confirm whether Zhou Ke's promise would come true.

Han Bin knew that the girl was not as brave as she appeared.

If there was a chance to escape then she would have done so, but this was the speech of the surface archon, trying to inspire the courage of the people and lead them to continue fighting.

Han Bin turned around and activated a device on his wrist.

The next moment, he heard the speech of himself, the Archon of the Garden of Eden. Another him was speaking passionately to the residents of the Garden of Eden:
"Don't worry about the dangers of the Reproduction Moon. The defense system of the Garden of Eden has been activated. We will get through the most difficult times here, and no changes in the outside world will affect us.

And at the final moment of this disaster, if our compatriots on the surface cannot survive the ongoing disaster, then we will use weapons in a humanitarian spirit to end their suffering and allow them to retain their final dignity.

"Snapped"

Han Bin turned off the device on his arm.

He couldn't listen anymore.

At this moment he felt a sense of shame for some reason, and he suddenly realized that he was like a coward.

I, who always talk about salvation, going back to the past, and reversing the future, am far worse than Weng Meiyu.

Alas, let it all end tonight, if it can really bury my guilt and cowardice.

(End of this chapter)