Chapter 2464 The Revival of All Races (1)
Deep in the Atlantic Ocean, the Abyss Clan rose from the darkness.
First came a tremendous, earthquake-like sound—not thunder, not the song of whales, but the roar of the sea caused by the appearance of enormous ancient sea beasts!
Fishermen along the European coast were dozing off when they suddenly sat up in the night, sensing something unusual about the ocean.
The water in the harbor rippled on its own even without wind, and the dock piles groaned as if being kneaded.
The sound waves did not come from the surface of the sea, but rather seemed to be pushed upwards layer by layer from a deep, hollow cylinder in the sea.
Then came a huge black shadow.
In the cold seep zone of the deep sea, it seems as if thousands of faint blue lights are lit up at the same time. The light clusters are unstable, like gel trembling under water pressure.
They clung to the surfaces of certain enormous outlines—not fish, not whales, but more like a semi-gelatinous aggregate of organisms.
The boundaries are blurred, and tiny tendrils inside are constantly gathering and dispersing, as if wisdom is being "negotiated" between molecules.
Outside the harbor, the navigation lights of merchant ships suddenly went out, and then their outlines were filled in by some kind of eerie light that did not belong to the circuit.
The people on deck opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out. The entire sea as far as the eye could see, from the distant horizon all the way to below the ship, was filled with those strange, translucent, gelatinous creatures, making it difficult for the ship to move.
They saw the sea surface split open like a curtain with a seam, and a colossal beast, entirely black with a smooth, unpatterned skin, rose from the seam—not vertically, but "pushed out of the water as a whole."
It has no eyes, yet it stares at people. It has no mouth, yet it swallows all the sounds nearby in an instant.
Subsequently, the tide level at the port rose and then plummeted overnight.
The dead fish were not stranded, but were dragged back to the depths by an invisible "reverse force".
Several small boats were pulled along by the viscous water, like puppets at the end of strings.
The Abyss Clan does not land; they merely patrol along the ridgeline, sending out strands of gelatinous messengers to touch the sonar, caress the propellers, and leave tiny "water" characters under the steel plates.
It seems to be telling the sixth generation of humans, the Abyss Clan, that they have arrived.
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In Colombia, in the Dalsey region, the ground of the testing ground resembled a bronze drum struck from below by a fist.
The wind stopped first, the grass and trees stopped moving, and then wisps of mist rose from the wasteland, the mist mixed with fine, powdery ash, slightly sweet to the taste, and dry in the throat.
The fissures on the earth's surface are not wide, but they are so deep that the bottom cannot be seen.
From the crack, a small gray hand emerged, its nails like metal worn to their bluntest edge.
The hand gripped the ground and pulled steadily, revealing the first face: gray, fine, like a clay doll, or like a child's face roughened by time; the eyes were as black as black glass beads.
If you've seen alien movies, you're probably familiar with these little greys.
Some people have also believed that since Colombians were the first to portray these aliens on screen, they might actually exist.
And now, these little greys have actually appeared. They are not aliens, but a race of humans from ancient times.
Then, a second and a third similar face appeared.
The Dowsy Test Site, one of the two forbidden zones in Colombia, is home to the fourth generation of constructs.
They were not tall, with well-proportioned shoulders and backs, yet wisps of fire and steam occasionally emanated from beneath their skin, like gears meshing.
When walking, the soles of the shoes do not rub against the ground; instead, extremely fine pads allow for seamless gliding on the surface.
They carried out iron boxes, copper cabinets, and chain tracks from the fog. Each box and cabinet was engraved with seemingly random numerical spine codes, which corresponded precisely to some kind of factory memory that had been sealed away in the Dow West strata.
That night, there was a sound of iron turning over underground beneath Daoxi City—not a train, not a mining machine, but the sound of an iron-sleeping city beginning to stretch its limbs.
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Beneath the sea of sand, the pyramids emit a faint hum, like someone circling their fingertip around the rim of a glass.
A thin film, resembling both sand and water vapor, floats on the whites of the Sphinx's eyes before its compound eyes slowly roll over.
A door has been opened to the front of the pyramids, which had been sealed for many years.
Humanoid creatures with jackal heads and human bodies emerged from among them. Besides them, there were also some with heads resembling giant eagles and lions.
They wore golden-yellow battle armor, with engraved metal plates and serpentine scepters hanging from their waists.
Their ethnic group is called the Euler.
In the distance, the sea of sand undulates, and beetle-shaped war machines emerge from the sand, their armored wings unfolding, revealing mechanical serrations and ethereal coils interlocking inside, emitting a soft "clicking" sound.
The beam of light from the top of the chariot shot straight into the sky, and for a fleeting moment "connected" with the extremely thin silver ring on the moon's surface at a great distance.
They didn't come to visit anyone; they were simply wiping their calendars—in the eyes of the Eulers, every glimpse of civilization was merely "looking up at the date."
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Higher in the sky, the Celestials seemed like creatures blown out of the wind by themselves.
In the stratosphere above the city, groups of giant, transparent whale-like shadows appeared, their backs bulging with arched wind sacs and their bellies trailing long, thin wind fins.
They tumbled at the boundary of air masses, creating huge waves that made the cloud walls flip like pages of a book.
Occasionally, smaller, kite-shaped umbrellas swoop down, like lightning of some kind of inherent shape.
The Celestials are atmospheric beings, a race hidden among the clouds in the sky.
Earth has a history of 4.6 billion years, with six generations of humans, each generation featuring multiple races taking turns to appear.
Therefore, all sorts of strange creatures have ruled this planet.
Earth is a huge testing ground, which the Creator used to conduct biological experiments.
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On the edge of a continuous mountain range in South America, the Titans rose from the fog-shrouded square formation.
At the foot of the volcano, several rocks as big as small hills shook off their ash shells, revealing clearly striped wrist muscles underneath—those weren't rocks, they were their skin.
A one-eyed giant used the heat from a volcano to "iron" his hair.
With a snap, the hundred-armed body stretched out simultaneously, like a withered tree suddenly sprouting new branches.
They carried the rock strata, and with each step they took, the echo in the valley was torn from the pages of a book.
They speak in a geocentric language—a grammar that resembles the vibrations of the earth's crust.
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On the other side of the coastline, in the sky, the Eldar resembled fragments of a rainbow bridge after the rain.
Schools of aerial fish swam along the densest power lines in human cities, their fins brushing against the glass facades of buildings as if gently caressed, and the pixels beneath their surface gave off goosebumps.
Humans, awakened from their slumber, begin to detect whispers in their cochlea that do not belong to the audible frequency range.
Someone suddenly stopped and looked up, their eyes moist, as if they were hearing the wind chimes of a childhood afternoon.
Someone held their forehead, their body temperature plummeting, feeling as if they had been pulled into an invisible lake.
The Eldar meant no harm—they were merely testing the "background music" of this world.
