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

First, a dragon appeared in Beijing, but the housing prices were too high for it to afford, so it fled.

Secondly, the dragon appeared in Shanghai, but without someone on duty, it couldn't register its residency or afford to buy a house, so it slipped away.

Third, a dragon appeared in Dongguan... a dragon? I'm a policeman, arrest him, arrest him.

“Marcus, I think I’ve seen that guy before… I don’t know why, but I seem to have a very clear memory of him…”

Have you seen it?

Hmm... now that you mention it, I think I've seen that thing before too.

Where have I seen this before...?

Kai and I exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Perhaps because of Mr. Rhodes's unconsciousness, Sparrow Jr. rushed into the control room again and announced, "Mr. Rhodes is unconscious, I'm taking over command here! We're leaving this hellhole immediately!"

I immediately pressed my temples, my head throbbing with pain. I had a premonition that if this guy continued to pester me, the problems he caused with his haphazard advice would be far worse than just waiting to die here. Helplessly, I said, "Mr. Sparrow, you've come at just the right time. No wonder someone seemed to say you're a lighthouse in our lost voyage."

Sparrow frowned and said, "Are you questioning my abilities?"

I shook my head innocently: "No, that's not true. I think calling them lighthouses is quite fitting, since the darkest place is under the light, and they're useless during the day and attract moths at night."

"you!"

Sparrow was so angry that his face turned pale. He pointed a finger at me but couldn't speak. Then, an even more violent impact happened without warning!

From the window, which had been turned upside down by the turbulent shaking, another thick thundercloud could be seen quietly approaching from the dark blind spot. A sharp horn mercilessly pierced the shell of the aerial fortress, unleashing endless destruction and roar!

The shadows appearing and disappearing in the clouds were indistinct, but I could make out a patch of skin that was dark red like congealed blood, and also swollen and bumpy, accompanied by a ferocious gaze that flashed by in an instant...

"Twin monsters!"

Mr. Rod analyzed the situation in detail through literature, but his prediction still missed something!

My inner alarm bells blared, and more and more strange memories flooded my mind.

But at the crucial moment, Ada Wong's... oh no, Agent E's voice suddenly came through the ship's loudspeaker, issuing a series of thrilling orders.

"Power unit, prepare for impact! Deploy the storm propulsion system! Adjust your trajectory at top speed!"

"The emergency response team is preparing to call in the wounded, send the seriously injured crew members to the emergency room, and maintain the operation of the machinery!"

Her voice paused for a moment before continuing, "All combat team members, hold your posts... On my order, immediately overload the particle accelerator and launch this runaway dense matter bomb at our enemy!"

Chapter 636 Traditional Arts Are Indispensable

So why did they just boast about calling it an aerial fortress? What's the point of that?

Just like all those self-proclaimed unsinkable sea battleships, defense lines that can never be breached, and imperial chronology systems that are supposed to be unbroken for all time, the flags they've set are already waving in the wind and practically plastered on their faces!

But Agent E's final arrangement—the dangerous act of deliberately overloading the particle acceleration coil and throwing it at the enemy—unexpectedly had a certain predictable effect. The overload coil, flashing with a dangerous purple light, was quickly thrown behind with a cracking sound and a burst of fire from the aircraft's base. It was the first to break free from the out-of-control aircraft and crash into the thick, inky approaching thunderstorm cloud.

Due to the unique causal chaos effect here, the explosive effect that should have caused the world to be destroyed by the mass-energy equivalence equation disappeared without a trace.

But in an instant, the ominous and malicious cloud burst apart into a larger and thinner, chaotic mist that spread across the ocean.

In the chaotic vision, I could only make out a few grotesque horns in the clouds, like an unpredictable demon treading on the thick smoke of a volcano, looking menacingly at the survivors who had barely escaped to safety.

At this point, the out-of-control ring-shaped aircraft was inevitably accelerating its descent. This explosion presented both danger and opportunity, temporarily averting a major risk for us.

By the way, does anyone remember that her nickname was supposedly "Explosion Demon"?

I have reason to suspect that this behavior of throwing the most powerful weapon at the enemy may have been etched into the double helix of her DNA.

But I'm different. Half of my DNA double helix is ​​filled with stale memes, and the other half is bizarre and absurd (=?ω?)ノ!

With a sudden and ear-piercing deformation, the ring-shaped aircraft's storm propulsion system was forcibly activated at the edge of its limit. Countless composite polymer materials were torn into fragments by the strong wind and swept into the suddenly approaching dark clouds. Fortunately, it was originally an improvement on sail technology and had a rich history of dealing with gales. It managed to glide close to the ground by tilting on the broken side.

Like a seabird with a wounded wing, the aircraft emitted a piercing whistle, dangerously skimming the surface of the sea and creating huge waves before finally plunging into the dark waters and making an emergency landing near the island.

The people inside the aircraft were well aware that they had only narrowly escaped death; they were far from being safe. Therefore, the next step was undoubtedly...

Humanity's traditional skill—internal strife!

…………

"The outer ballistic ceramic layer of the aircraft has been completely destroyed! Judging from the degree of shattering, that unidentified attack just now definitely had the power to pierce through both the inside and outside. It was the energy absorption effect of the ceramic material that saved our lives at the critical moment!"

Mr. Sparrow's face was ashen; he had probably never been so close to death before. Judging from his age and background, he had previously been a thrill-seeker, often saying things like, "I went for an IV drip last night—thinking of you tonight," so it was impossible for him to be as carefree as I was, a bachelor until his deathbed.

This is a common problem among wealthy people.

Just like the fight between the Joker and Batman, ever since I saw that picture circulating online of the Joker buying groceries in the snow and returning home with the caption "After fighting Batman all day, I still have to buy groceries and cook after work. After all, not everyone is called Bruce Wayne," I've become more and more sympathetic to Gotham's villains.

No matter what method the villain uses to get money, he will eventually have to spend it. And once he spends it, it will eventually flow into Wayne Enterprises through various channels, directly or indirectly. Once it enters Wayne Enterprises, it is equivalent to it entering Bruce's hands. And what else will Bruce do besides enjoying the money during the day?

That's right, it's about building Batmobiles and bat wings, upgrading armor, launching satellites—basically all sorts of high-tech and cutting-edge technologies—and then going out at night to fight crime.

Though separated by mountains and rivers, we are irreconcilable enemies.

"Given the extent of the damage to the outer armor, it's absolutely impossible for it to protect us a second time. We must evacuate immediately!"

Sparrow Jr. spoke resolutely, and immediately received the support of a large number of technical personnel. Of course, a large number of promises of official positions were still made along the way.

As for Agent E, the head of the Sparrow Intelligence Unit S·P·A·R·R·O·W·S, her attitude was even more pointed.

“We still have weapons on the ship, but outside we can only face the monsters bare-handed, which is no different from suicide. We came here to solve this problem. If you want to escape, start with yourself.”

Everyone's personality, upbringing, and stance differ, leading to vastly different choices, just as works of art often bear the personal touch of their creators. However, a work of art can differ from life, but it cannot make the audience abandon life; a work of art can elevate the audience to a higher level, but it cannot send them to heaven.

Ada Wong's idea was simple: she wouldn't leave until the mission was completed. She was willing to fight to the death with her weapons rather than go out and die. Her opinion also represented the opinion of the few special forces on the ship, whose combat power was extraordinary.

The conflict between the two factions became increasingly apparent. On one side, Sparrow Jr. angrily argued that this special intelligence department was initiated and established by his family, and his opinion should be respected to ensure the safety of the scientists and engineers on board.

On the other hand, Ada Wong coldly stated that her initial intention and mission had always been solely the World Security Council. Mr. Rhodes, as the head of "Project X," could issue orders, and the opinions of others were not within her consideration.

Two extreme viewpoints clashed repeatedly, and the control room was filled with heated debate. No one expected that Mr. Rhodes's collapse would have such a severe consequence.

And all I can do is sigh...

Really fragrant.

Can anyone tell me why a ship would have such a top-notch chef to ensure the food service?!

During a lull in their argument, I called Green and Kay to check on Miss Elliott and Mr. Rhodes in the medical room. Finding that they were neither injured nor awake, I went to the kitchen to find something to eat and managed to get an excessively lavish boxed lunch.

We had been busy all day without eating a single grain of rice, and the three of us were starving. So we brought our own boxed lunches back to the control room to continue watching the battle.

I listened to their argument while eating, completely engrossed. My lunch tasted even better today. The only downside was the lettuce in my lunchbox; it was a bit tough to chew…

Uh, no...

Where is my eating spoon?

“Marcus, it looks like you swallowed a wooden spoon. Should we take you to the medical room to get checked out…”

Kai, holding his lunchbox, stared at me in disbelief for a long time before speaking in a deep voice.

"Cough cough... It's okay, I can digest plastic, a wooden spoon is no problem."

What can we do in this situation? We can't just show weakness.

"But it seems like your mouth is bleeding..."

"Why does he look a little scared?" Kai whispered. "Is he afraid that if I get too excited about eating him, he'll bite me too?"

"Um... that spoon was made of sandalwood, and it made my gums a little sore. I'll eat a rosewood spoon later and it'll be fine..."

...Or I should go see a doctor.

“Marcus, you were closest to Mr. Rhodes before he fell unconscious. Didn’t he leave any instructions?”

Our movements caught the attention of Agent E, who, resembling Ada Wong, withdrew from the debate and deliberately told us that she probably felt that even if I had ulterior motives, I wouldn't be willing to leave here easily, and in a sense, we could be considered allies with common interests.

Okay, let me think about what the pangolin said before it died... oh wait, I mean, what Mr. Rhodes said before he fell unconscious...

It seems to be asking the crew to switch modes so everyone can start firing together!

Yes, that's roughly the meaning of the sentence, but there's a slight issue with the language.

So, what comes next? Is it "The enemy is on the other side of the sea" or "Reiner, sit down, tell me why your mother died"?

Hmm... something seems off...

The only possible answer to this question, no matter how you look at it, is "tell Hajime Isayama's mother to be careful of Hajime Isayama," which makes the whole thing completely meaningless!

“Mr. Sparrow, I think we should mediate the dispute for now and work together to deal with the crisis. Although the twin monsters were just repelled, there is still a chance they will come back.”

I couldn't answer, so I had to mediate the dispute.

Sparrow Jr. sneered, "Then I'd like to hear what you, as Sheriff Marcus, have to say: should we stay and wait to die, or should we rationally seek survival?"

Agent E looked at me in confusion. As soon as I saw the situation, I knew that both of them had strong personalities and it would be impossible for them to cooperate. The only solution they could accept was to completely overpower each other!

"Defense capabilities are definitely essential, but escaping the ship is also a necessary step. There are too many things that can pose a threat in this mysterious sea. We encountered a monster last night that specifically attacks things that glow or make sounds at sea..."

I was trying to give an example, but in the instant I looked into Kay's and Gray's eyes, I saw a hint of realization and even more shock in each other's eyes.

…………

The monster we encountered yesterday!

This isn't a story; it's an accident we're about to encounter!

With such a commotion here, and it just so happens to have landed on the sea surface, will that malevolent monster follow us and slowly approach from the deep sea to deliver a fatal blow?

What's there to argue about?

In order to deal with the traditional human skill of infighting, I had no choice but to resort to another traditional skill—forging an imperial edict to seize power!

"Stop arguing! Mr. Rhodes' last words before he fell unconscious were that this place should be taken over by our ******! Now everyone, obey orders, take your weapons and supplies, swim across the island, and prepare to set up camp!"

Although we don't know why such a magnificent temple could rise from the seabed of Kuroshio Island after so many rounds of bombing, to this day, this ancient temple filled with eerie atmosphere is our only hope for survival!

"Are you crazy?!"

That's just suicide!

Sparrow Jr. and Agent E both spoke up to refute the claims.

But I no longer have time to pay attention to them.

By this time, some people had already noticed that the turbid sea in the distance was stirring up waves of turbulent water.

Between the indistinct sea and sky, everyone saw an evil, indescribable object hurtling straight toward the floating fortress, its enormous size defying the rule of smaller objects appearing closer, stretching across the sky and earth in a way that defied common sense.