The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

boom!

At Liu Hu's command, the heavy cannons on the broadside of the Yuanyang warship spat out crimson flames. Death, carrying high-explosive warheads, roared out, precisely tearing through the seemingly impenetrable defensive network surrounding the island. Concrete debris and steel bars rained down, and with the roar of the explosions, the long-silent island finally revealed its hideous true form.

"Suppressive fire! Don't give them any chance to breathe!" Li Haotian stood at the edge of the deck, the sea breeze carrying the smell of gunpowder lashing his face. He wasn't wearing goggles; his eyes were fixed on the fortress entrance illuminated by the firelight, as if it weren't a wall, but the throat of a living monster.

Little Black crouched beside him, its jet-black fur standing on end, its golden pupils casting two streaks of light in the darkness, and a low growl suppressed in its throat. Clearly, it felt extreme disgust for the aura that permeated the island.

The landing craft sliced ​​through the waves like black blades and crashed onto the beach at the edge of the island.

Li Haotian took the lead, his tactical boots landing on the slippery rocks, the submachine gun in his hand already spitting fire. Several guards attempting to fight back from the ruins didn't even have time to see his face before being sent to hell by precise bursts of fire. Here, there is no justice, only the fastest slaughter.

"Boss, these guys' guarding methods are weird," Liu Hu shouted as he cleared the roadblocks, machine gun in hand. "They're not retreating to the beachhead, they're heading into the basement! They're trying to lure us in!"

"They're not retreating, they're destroying evidence," Li Haotian replied coldly. He lowered his gun slightly, and a puppet strapped with explosives, attempting to stop him, instantly fell to the ground. The fuse of the explosives was detonated by a single shot before it could be lit. "The layout of this island doesn't look like a prison; it looks more like a giant farm."

The group rushed into the main bunker. The blast door was cut open by a directional blast, and heavy iron plates fell onto the passageway, raising a cloud of dust.

However, the anticipated bloody battle did not occur. The corridor was empty, save for the piercing red alarm lights spinning. A strange smell filled the air—not the stench of corpses, nor the smell of gunpowder, but a mixture of formaldehyde, ozone, and some indescribable, sweet aroma.

"This is... the containment area?" Qin Yue frowned as she looked at the conspicuous yellow warning signs on the wall. "The numbers on them aren't prisoner numbers, they're experimental subject numbers."

Li Haotian didn't stop, leading his team straight to the central control room at the heart of the island. Along the way, through the thick bulletproof glass, they saw the chilling scenes in the rooms on either side.

There are no vicious criminals imprisoned here; all that's imprisoned are people. Or rather, people like Lin Mo.

Some of them had an eerie glint in their pupils, while others had vein-like patterns etched on their skin. Most of them were huddled in the corners of the room, their bodies covered in tubes connected to complex instruments that were tirelessly extracting something.

"They're using these people," Su Wan said, her voice trembling as she covered her mouth. "Using them as... batteries?"

No, it's worse than a battery.

Li Haotian kicked open the control room door. The room was a mess, clearly indicating that the guards had just performed the final data destruction. Several servers were still emitting smoke, but he moved swiftly, quickly unplugging the data cable and connecting it to his military terminal.

"Liu Hu, guard the door. Qin Yue, salvage any usable paper files."

Only three minutes left. This is the system's self-destruct countdown.

The data stream on the screen was jumping wildly, and for the first time, a chilling disbelief appeared in Li Haotian's eyes, which had seen countless life and death.

"Found it." His fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up a core file called "Project Divine Medium".

The first page of the file prominently displays this cold definition:

[Divine Medium: Also known as a "divine medium." These individuals possess a unique high-frequency magnetic field, and their brainwave frequencies are connected to "higher-dimensional beings" beyond the dimensional plane. With the catalysis of specific drugs and the assistance of rituals, these individuals can act as communication terminals, receiving and carrying information projections from higher dimensions. In layman's terms: a living telephone.]

"Living phone..." Li Haotian stared at the words, his knuckles turning white from gripping the mouse so tightly.

It turned out to be the case.

The so-called Eastern Sea Imperial Mausoleum, the so-called monsters, and even the insane experiments of the Divine Grace Trust were not for the purpose of becoming gods, but for "receiving" information. They kept these people with special bloodlines here to keep them in a half-dead, painful state, in order to attract those indescribable beings to descend, thereby stealing their power or conveying their will.

The reason Lin Mo is constantly being hunted down, and the reason she has those bizarre overlapping personalities, is not because she is cursed, but because she is a telephone line with an "extremely strong signal." Those things are trying to squeeze into this world through her.

"Boss, look at this!" Qin Yue snatched a thick booklet from a pile of burnt folders and pointed to a map page.

Li Haotian leaned closer, his gaze fixed on several points on the map heavily circled in red.

These locations are scattered all over the world, but there is one largest red dot located deep in the east coastline.

【East Sea Imperial Mausoleum - Initial Source Point/Strongest Relay Station】.

In the notes section at the bottom of the file, there was a line of hastily written handwriting, the handwriting revealing the writer's almost manic excitement: "The imperial mausoleum is not a tomb, it's an antenna. As long as we restart the array there, we can completely open up the flight to 'God'."

Li Haotian took a deep breath, feeling as if the air around him had suddenly become thinner.

For a long time, they thought the imperial tombs were just underground labyrinths where ancient emperors rested, or strongholds of some cult. Who would have thought that the magnificent underground complex was actually a huge, millennia-old communication device? And those "zombies" or "tomb guardians" sealed in the imperial tombs were very likely "divine mediums" selected from past dynasties, or discarded remnants after their value had been squeezed dry.

No wonder Professor Chen went crazy, no wonder there were those tentacle monsters on the Poseidon.

This is not an evolutionary experiment at all; it's a trans-temporal "invitation of wolves into the house." They want to weld the door shut, while forces like the Divine Grace Trust would rather tear the door down and lay out a red carpet to invite outsiders in for a buffet.

"Beep—Countdown terminated. System is about to be formatted." A red box popped up on the computer screen.

Li Haotian quickly unplugged the storage disk and casually stuffed a miniature high-explosive grenade deep into the server chassis.

"withdraw!"

Everyone quickly retreated from the control room. A muffled explosion followed behind them, burying all the secrets of this sinister central hub in flames.

In the corridor, the imprisoned "divine mediums" seemed to sense something. As the control system malfunctioned, the restraints on their bodies came loose. Some walked out blankly, while others screamed in despair.

Li Haotian walked at the front, his steps heavier and more determined than when he arrived.

He glanced back at the island, teetering on the brink of collapse in the flames. If this was merely a branch station, what terrifying truth lay hidden at the true source—the Eastern Sea Imperial Mausoleum?

"Boss, what do we do with these people?" Liu Hu asked in a low voice, looking at the survivors in the corridor with their blank stares.

"Take them. Take those who can leave, and for those who can't, give them a quick death." Li Haotian didn't turn around. "Notify headquarters to activate Plan B. We'll assemble in Donghai."

Rain washed over his gunpowder-covered face. Little Black jumped onto his shoulder, its golden eyes reflecting the blazing fire.

This time, the goal is no longer survival, nor is it simply revenge.

They were going to completely break off the antenna that hadn't been plugged in yet.

Li Haotian tightened his collar, strode across the rubble, and headed towards the landing craft. The sea breeze howled, as if whispering in his ear, but he had already heard the truth of this world—this was a wasteland left behind by God, and madmen were trying to turn it into hell.

Since that's the case, let hell be hell.