Plague Doctor

The command centre at the headquarters of the Astronomical and Machinery Bureau was trapped in silence.

One of the larger screens, a split screen, turned black, was a drone signal that, according to the field personnel, had been eaten up by locusts. And those scene shots outside the mutation area, the dense, numb locusts, are about to spill over the screen.

They suddenly emerged from the border line, but none flew out of the area of mutation.

Even if a locust flies out of the area, it will disappear once it crosses the border, just like that weird, cluttered cat, which has disappeared.

It was Grandpa Tong who ordered the five front-line personnel to retreat at the final juncture because the cat looked good and bad, and the relationship between the cat and Wu Shiyu could not be easily determined.

And now the situation is even more difficult.

Had it not been for the warnings of the Weird Cat, the five men would have been killed.

But the words written by the Weird Cat are filled with evil followers' shade and are truly an erosive force.

Previously, because of the distorted strange words in the image, many people in the command center were uncomfortable and angry; while the field personnel looked to the ground, even the rational monitoring stone on their hands lit a faint red light, which was a signal of dark erosion, and this effect was like those stone carvings of the Lalaire Order. That is why the Command Centre decided to act quickly.

The position of the cat is unclear, while the other issue is much clearer.

“Those locusts seem to have entered the mutated area from another space, and they can only go back to that space. Like those radioactive materials, they cannot break through some kind of barrier...”

In the command center, technicians repeatedly analyzed the locust's flight trajectory, as well as the images of the strange cat appearing and leaving, and Grandpa Tong saw that it was not difficult to arrive at such a judgment, and the concentrator team on the other side agreed.

It seems to be a crossroads that can reach the middle from all four directions - that is, the mutation zone - but each road is not connected and can only go back to its own side.

At least it's temporarily disconnected. If it does, then...

This idea is somewhat dazzling to all, and the mutated region seems to be the intersection of multiple spaces, where nuclear explosions do not occur, but in other worlds. And it's also because the cat wrote a word, "Thousands of Worlds."

[I see God, I am his incarnation in the human world.

[The city is being buried, the world is dying. Some things get weaker, others get stronger. The answer to all questions will appear. But because your eyes are thin, even if the answer boils in the sun and burns in the night, you cannot see it, you cannot touch it.

[Some people are different, no matter what they become in your eyes, they'll see things you can't see.

[I heard them, their voices, gushing out of the earth, descending from the sky, coming from thousands of worlds. The storm has arrived, the fly worm should follow the wind, the dead water has arrived, the flux should be drained...]

These words left by Weird Cat seem to have the same meaning as Principal Choi's speech.

But there are more dark prophecies, or revelations.

What the hell does “God” mean?

Does “they” mean those locusts?

This morning has just begun, and this should be a long day. Commanders such as Tong, Yao Shinian, etc. immediately made an offensive attempt. If the area of mutation is a multi-spatial crossroads, all efforts must be made to compete at that crossroads.

The concentrator team has arrived at the scene.

But it's not just that locust that's been around for less than half an hour, but that locust is spreading at an incredible rate of about 80 kilometres an hour, almost all over the mutated area.

The sound of their wings was like a tsunami, flooding everything that had not disappeared before.

At this time, Shinning, Sami-Walter, Ivan Nikiforov and others, with a team of Operations personnel, stood not far from the border with flamethrowers, without aiming, as long as it was directed towards the mutated area, the fire erupted, and the fierce flamethrows went...

Fire can cross the border, and instantly a large swarm of locusts burns, and strange crackling sounds are heard.

“Looks like you can eat...” Peacock looked at an idea in his heart.

There was no snack in the city, and she and Ink Green used to go to the edge of the prairie sometimes to grab some insects and grill them, but also to keep an eye on the Aussalans.

“Don't you think that!” And Catherine hurried, “God, if we really ate that insect, we might have locust disease...”

Peacock was shocked, unable to tell if he felt it or wanted to eat insects, but the rational monitoring stone on his hand did not shine.

They nevertheless reported the situation, to which the command centre attached importance, demanding that if people were willing to eat insects, they report immediately that they needed to evacuate if the situation was not correct. There may be a safety value similar to nuclear radiation in there, and it's dangerous to cross the line.

Fortunately, there is no such sign for now, and I wonder if it has anything to do with them staying out here, because they can't smell half a dot of locusts burning or incense.

This insect, with its incomprehensible bite and feeding power, must be a heterogeneous organism, but can be killed by thermal weapons such as flamethrowers, grenades, bullets, etc., whereas spiritual signs have little dispersal effect.

The biggest problem is that there are too many of them, as if they can't be killed.

The Command Center is on its way to the next step, sending an unmanned vehicle in to see if it can collect DNA from these locusts. And now the words left behind by that weird cat have been flattened by a grenade, and if that's part of the ritual, it's been destroyed, but the locust's condition hasn't changed.

It was just a sudden new situation that surprised everyone.

Around the mutated areas, in unfinished isolation circles, in these vast desert deserts of deserted grasslands, wastelands, agricultural lands and woodlands...

“There are lots of flying bugs, lots of birds! ”

The environment in the desert is complex and wasteland is too much to prevent and clean every year, as long as it does not turn into a locust infestation. But it's not the locust season, but there are so many flying locusts...

There are also large numbers of mosquitoes, flies and other flying insects, as well as densely packed populations of birds, that have risen from those places and come together, rushing towards mutated areas.

Have they been dominated by fear and controlled by darkness?

These are unknown, but they form clouds in the sky, blocking the light.

“I'm so close...” Xianning couldn't help but scold, watching as the shadow approached quickly.

Deng Xie Mao was blind, remembered the illusion, and became lifeless.

“Beat them down!” Shinning Expressway, “don't let them into the mutation zone! ”

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. Master Tong told them to go back to the armoured car immediately and prepare to evacuate. Perhaps... Maybe the fifth explosion isn't far away...

Those flying insects and birds flew from all directions into the area of mutation, and were then devoured by locusts, and the roaring sounds of birds rang everywhere. Indeed, they were terrified.

Mutant areas have become a slaughterhouse.

But they rushed in successively, offering their own blood, flesh and life.

To the locusts, to the unknown God.

“Some things get weaker, others get stronger. ”