There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

The door was pushed open, and Sparrow Jr. roared hoarsely, no longer allowing himself to back down, "It doesn't matter if you don't give the order! I will take over here with the authority of the family, and I believe everyone will make a rational choice!"

Mr. Rhodes's command comes from the federal government, but in the current situation, even I feel that staying here is like crawling into a living coffin, let alone the many uninformed aircraft crew members.

If Spyro Jr. is willing to take the blame, then it's perfectly normal for the people on the ship to unite against the commander and vote with their feet to choose a path with a sliver of hope for themselves.

From Spyro's perspective, Rhodes' face showed no particular expression, even a hint of helpless realization.

But from my position, looking in the direction behind him, it wasn't a smile at all, but rather the look of relief that his plan had hit its target.

I had seen that expression on Bertholdt's face on the edge of the planet. His planning spirit, a blend of reason and madness, finally inspired me and allowed me to uncover some less obvious clues...

“Mr. Sparrow, you look a bit tired. I suggest you go back to the first-class cabin and rest for a while.”

Mr. Rhodes’ voice seemed to have a magical quality, arriving just as Sparrow was taking a breath, delivered in a strange and discordant tone.

Then I saw the anger on Sparrow's face abruptly stop, his bulging muscles slowly returning to normal after the stiff tremor, his eyes filled with confusion—but what was puzzling was that the confusion in his eyes was clearly directed at me…

"There is no problem with the aircraft."

Mr. Rhodes added, then encouraged Sparrow, “Go out and use your ‘prestige’ to appease everyone. This is still the most fortified aerial fortress you personally oversaw the construction of…”

“Yes, Mr. Rhodes…”

Little Sparrow left the central control room as if nothing had happened. With a series of familiar yet unfamiliar commands and promises, this dilapidated ship, which had been tossed about by storms, once again displayed the spirit of crossing the Cape of Good Hope.

"Grey, something's wrong with Rhodes, are you ready..."

.........

“Marcus, I had no choice.”

Mr. Rhodes rubbed his temples wearily. "Since Sparrow Jr. boarded the ship, he has been interfering with my command. At this critical moment, I can only use some special means to get through this crisis first."

I said considerately, "No need to explain, Mr. Rhodes. I have no objection to your actions, and in fact, I was deeply moved by what you said..."

To express my sincere feelings, I racked my brains for eloquent words, afraid that he would also launch into the same line and completely fool me. "There's a saying in my hometown... how does it go... uh... 'Hearing a word from a wise man is like hearing a conversation with a wise man'?"

Gray whispered a reminder: "Boss, you're wrong... what you said is as good as saying nothing at all..."

I thought about it and realized something was wrong, so I immediately changed my tune: "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Rhodes, it's just that I feel uncomfortable if I don't listen to it for a day, and I feel uncomfortable all day after listening to it once."

Mr. Rhodes: "..."

Kay couldn't stand it anymore and finally steered the conversation to the point, "Mr. Rhodes, you've taken so many risks, what was it all for? Was it just to flatten this island?"

At this moment, some light from outside the window, invisible to the average eye, quietly illuminated the dim space.

At this moment, the vast expanse of mist below cast shadows over the distant ocean, giving the entire area a hazy, ethereal quality. Coupled with the ruthless and domineering style employed in this operation, it perfectly illustrates the saying: If pursuing you is your only desire, then what does destroying you have to do with you?

But Mr. Rhodes remained calm.

“What I want to destroy is not Kuroshio Island, and the calamity has never been this island. Otherwise, your parents, and Morden who orchestrated all this, wouldn't have considered this place an important part of their plan. What's truly unexpected is the endless stream of bizarre discoveries. Almost every time we delve deeper, we uncover connections between this place and some inexplicable events in the world, as if…”

Mr. Rhodes paused for a moment, "as if this were the destination and end of all the world's conspiracies."

Seeing our puzzled silence, Rod continued, "Kay, your grandfather knew a lot, but he didn't tell you what he should have known, because all of this shouldn't have happened...like that 'immortal' person I met..."

Kay blurted out the sentence he had been pondering for so long: "What is immortal is not the dead; even death is annihilated in eternity?!"

Mr. Rhodes' eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared intently at Kay without saying a word, creating an incredibly tense atmosphere.

"Shouldn't you explain the riddles you've been solving to us?" I asked tentatively.

Rhodes said, "There are no riddles, it's just a pure question without an answer."

But I wasn't going to let it end there: "Okay, then I'll ask a new question, the kind with an answer."

I looked around and finally found Mr. Rhodes.

"For example, who hired the thief behind 'Stuart'?"

Before speaking again, Mr. Rhodes remained silent for a long time, finally pointing out the window and remaining silent.

I looked out the window and a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. My gaze seemed to pierce through the mist, and I could make out some enormous and unbelievable temples rising from the ground.

Not only do those abandoned, blasphemous temples contain lonely, wandering shadows, but they also enshrine some long-lost faceless gods, sitting amidst the indistinct, massive buildings. Countless giant black stone pillars rise from a damp stone slab, reaching to my eye level, at a height shrouded in mist.

"You saw it after all."

Mr. Rhodes wasn't targeting anyone specifically, but I knew he was talking to me.

In that short moment, the images before my eyes became incredibly lifelike, but all of this gradually gave way to an even more terrifying feeling: in the distance, there was a complete and absolute loneliness, the kind of loneliness one feels when one is in an endless space where one can neither hear nor see.

In that farthest, most distant place, a sound gently slipped into reality. The sound carried a slight, electric-like vibration, and was incredibly indistinct, yet unmistakably possessed the rhythm of strange music.

Even someone like me, who isn't particularly sensitive to music, could hear the discrete, descending bass lines in the harmony, along with a flamenco-like rhythmic beat that repeated out of sync.

But this voice contained an unusual, mad quality, as if it were wrapped in a sweet poison of writhing chaos, or the ravings and delusions of a widow who had lost her mind in the dead of night, seeping out from the crumbling cracks left by a doomsday nuclear bomb penetrating deep into the quantum realm, and finally transforming into a faceless white-clad man crawling slowly into this world...

Chapter 635 predicted your prediction.

My last, hazy recollection is that Gray shoved Kay away from the window first, then pointed at the thick clouds so close by and exclaimed in surprise. He shook my shoulders rapidly, wanting me to witness the strange sight outside the window with him.

"Look out the window! There's something in the clouds!"

Mr. Rhodes remained close to the window, his eyes expressionless, but his posture gradually became more defensive—this could only be explained by the fact that his reason had processed his panic, while his body was still instinctively in a defensive state.

I'm certain that when faced with bizarre and incomprehensible images, no one could remain calm.

But in my eyes, the state of chaos continued to expand, and the piercing flute sound made everything seem chaotic and confusing.

The sounds, far beyond human comprehension, were still lingering in my ears. My consciousness was like a FM television that had started switching channels, with two kinds of sounds and two kinds of images alternating disorderly to disturb my senses, and my vision filled with dizzying static.

In my senses, all concrete things vanished; only a vast and absurd sense of guilt enveloped the earth. Beyond the abyss, among the stars, a chilling current swept through, leaving the people in this strange spaceship with nowhere to escape, only shivering in the dark and desolate space.

I also "saw" the world struggling against darkness, resisting the destructive waves emanating from the ultimate space. The world spun around the gradually darkening and cooling sun, entangled and struggling, rushing towards the hard reality like waves, and finally crashing to pieces...

"You're here at three o'clock, let's have some dim sum first, and drink from a pretty cup!"

A deafening roar of proletarian fury suddenly rang in my ears. A political commissar, probably from the Comintern's Lion City Brigade, stood very close by, shoved a bag of suspicious brownish liquid into my hand, and patted my shoulder as he continued speaking.

"All this is useless. The boss doesn't care about you. Let me have some tea first!"

After the loud bang, I took the drink, half-understanding, and suddenly realized that the broken TV that had been occupying my consciousness had been violently cut off, and all the chaotic creations were instantly pulled away.

That fleeting feeling was like my brain refusing to work anymore, slapping the design plan that I hadn't finished even after three days of staying up all night onto my face, and then cheering as I clocked out of get off work.

…………

Those are a pair of eyes!

The dark red eyes, like those that extinguish the sun, are hiding in the thick clouds just a line away from the spacecraft, watching us, who are as tiny as grains of sand!

But in that original cloud, I believe that neither our naked eyes nor Mr. Sparrow's detection equipment have ever discovered the existence of such a massive creation!

The appearance of this guy is definitely related to Mr. Rhodes's insistence on bombardment!

"Marcus, you actually managed to break free..."

Mr. Rhodes, who almost put me in a hopeless situation, noticed that I had woken up, and he still had the nerve to make sarcastic remarks, which made me so angry that I couldn't even speak.

In my anger, I noticed someone else next to me—I was startled to find that it was me who had cracked.

"Remember what I'm about to say..."

Before I even had a chance to question him, I noticed that Mr. Rhodes' voice was strained, as if his lungs were under immense pressure and he was using every last bit of strength to squeeze out the words that were brewing in his throat.

"This space conceals the strange artifacts of the Primordial Void Cemetery, harboring a great terror from ancient times... The cause and effect that separated this island is a seal against the Lord of Destruction, and also the last safety rope for this world..."

"This rope is about to break, and we have no choice but to confront the crisis once again..."

I don't know just how amazing this man's willpower is, that he could be distracted in such a critical moment and even try to shift the blame onto me.

...Huh? Isn't it a bit inappropriate to shift the blame now? Mr. Rhodes, you should apologize to me!

“Mr. Rhodes, just tell me what you want me to do, I understand… Are you fighting that monster?”

Despite my astonishment, I realized that the presence that was so intimidating, even just by looking at us, was now staring at us without any pity, seemingly confronting... Mr. Rhodes by the window?!

That's right, facing off against the unidentified behemoth from afar are another pair of eyes!

Kay tried to step forward to check, but I immediately pressed him back down.

From my unique perspective, Mr. Rhodes was emanating a distinctive aura. Invisible, Möbius-shaped patterns were spreading out in layers, as if he were in a dizzying void of space, amidst planets of light and darkness.

It was a confrontation that transcended levels, a warning that needed no words, a struggle that required immense effort every single second!

"Tell everyone to take this opportunity..."

"Hoo... Entering combat mode... Switching to Takatsu Type 770 bomber mode!"

…………

At first, I didn't understand why Mr. Rhodes insisted on keeping the aircraft hovering high in the sky, risking being shot down.

But now, I understand his intentions perfectly—especially when the flying ring-shaped particle accelerator sprouts countless turrets and extends countless cannons, transforming into an aerial fortress with its own heavy armor.

The barrage from the port side was immediately launched, with countless tracer rounds taking the lead in entering the dark clouds to mark the target. Subsequently, the powerful thermobaric bombs and laser weapons also hit the target one after another, relying on the automated fire control system!

Mr. Rhodes seemed to have used some strange method to completely trap the strange creature in the clouds, giving them ample time to prepare for a fierce bombardment. This long-prepared aerial combat fortress finally unleashed its planned formidable fighting power!

As the fierce wind and smoke blew, the violent explosion finally lifted the veil of terror, revealing a monster with hideous patches of skin lurking in the thick fog!

It resembled a toad with the body of a lizard, its mouth agape like a crocodile's. Its face was gloomy and swollen, its outline resembling that of an ape-like monster. Its body was covered in scales with a texture as tough as rubber, and it had huge claws on its forelegs and hind legs. A menacing spike protruded from the top of its head, and it stared at us in the aerial fortress with dark red eyes that looked like extinguished stars!

Another massive barrage of artillery fire poured down on the terrifying creature, instantly blasting it from the clouds and sending it crashing into the sea, disappearing amidst the churning waves. But no one could fathom how such a colossal entity could have remained hidden so steadily high in the clouds.

Just as the dragon-shaped monster fell from the sky, Mr. Rhodes also collapsed backward like a rope that had snapped. He lost consciousness with barely breathing, and the only proof that he was still alive was the cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Gray and Kay rushed forward immediately to support Mr. Rhodes as he fell backward, preventing him from hitting the ground on the back of his head while unconscious.

Throughout the entire process, Kai's gaze remained fixed on the dispersing clouds outside the window, as if trying to etch the appearance of the dragon-like monster into his mind.

With the intervention of medical personnel, we handed the unconscious Mr. Rhodes over to them. Only after I breathed a sigh of relief did I ask Kay.

"You were looking at the monster from earlier?"

Kay nodded: "Yeah, I'm a little concerned."

Ugh, isn't it just a monster shaped like a dinosaur?

We're now hidden in such a steel fortress, there's no need to be alarmed.

Not to mention dinosaurs, even if a real dragon appeared, I wouldn't panic. Have you ever heard of the ancient book "The Classic of Mountain Delicacies and Seafood"? Oh right, over time the cover's lettering became blurry and faded, leaving only "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".

If this happened in modern China, the outcome would be one of the following: