I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 503 - 503 502. Wormhole_1

Chapter 503: 502. Wormhole_1 Chapter 503: 502. Wormhole_1 If Lu Ban were here, he might not recognize what this was at first glance, but with careful thought, he could associate that the visual distortion indicated a bending of space, and the bending of space must be accompanied by gravitational anomalies.

In other words, there was a wormhole here.

Shuangxin instinctively sensed danger as she looked at the glowing distortion of the wormhole, illuminating the surrounding walls with firelight.

Then, Shuangxin saw that the cement-cast walls were covered with dense scratches.

The scratches looked as if they had been laboriously gouged out by human fingers, or as if a monster had been tearing at them, a shocking sight that caused a piercing pain just from looking.

The Singer stared at the wormhole, lightly touching the warped area with the tablet she held in her hand.

Soon, the Singer discovered that the normally sharp-edged tablet had become bent, as if it had melted, twisting along with the fluorescent light surrounding the wormhole.

She pulled the tablet back and found that the brick-like device had returned to being straight.

Widening her eyes, the Singer placed the tablet close again, repeating the process twice. Then, her hand slipped, and she failed to hold onto the tablet, letting it fall in.

“Ah!”

The Singer uttered a soft exclamation as she saw the tablet fall into the wormhole, shrink rapidly, and disappear.

“What happened?”

Shuangxin looked over.

“I, I dropped it in…”

The Singer pointed at the wormhole.

“…This might very well be the bridge that the swarm crosses over.”

Shuangxin immediately recalled the content presented in the documents.

The humans of the old era had found a passage to the Foreign Domain, and to open this so-called “bridge,” they needed some special methods; Shuangxin was unclear about what these methods were, but she was very aware that the bridge in front of her might be the original one.

That is to say, this bridge might connect to the world where the swarm lived—the world the humans of the old era had ventured to in their great colonization effort.

“…They didn’t destroy this place because it needs to maintain the wormhole, allowing them to go to that world after they have eliminated us.”

Shuangxin murmured to herself.

She felt she had grasped some key points; those thoughts, like wisps of smoke, lingered around her, faint and yet profound, as if she could grasp them with an outstretched hand, yet seeming to disperse upon touch.

“…Maintain the wormhole?”

The Singer didn’t quite understand. Even though she had heard Lu Ban and Shuangxin mention these things, she lacked the tangible feeling and couldn’t grasp the implications exactly.

“…Yes, that’s right, maintain the wormhole. The swarm can’t create the bridge on their own; they have to rely on other creatures to open the passage!”

Shuangxin felt the surrounding fog turn into substance; reaching out, she grasped a clump of it, holding firmly onto a greyish thread within.

Lu Ban and she had discussed a similar topic, one being whether the old-era humanity’s consciousness upload technology had truly been realized.

Humans who became part of the swarm, were they truly humans, or just a mimicry of the swarm?

If it was merely a mimicry of the swarm, their behavioral patterns became easy to understand.

They roamed the cosmos, seeking planets suitable for colonization, sometimes teaching the methods for bridging large distances through remote expeditions.

If those creatures could freely create wormholes to traverse, they wouldn’t have had to resort to the convoluted scheme of deceiving humanity; they could’ve just opened a hole in the sky and swarmed through.

“So, if we can destroy this place, then at least this wormhole will disappear, and the swarm won’t be able to invade our world through this wormhole anymore.”

The more Shuangxin thought, the more she felt she had discovered the crux, the way to save the world.

“If we find all the wormholes and destroy them, then our world will at least not have any new insect swarms. After that, as long as we eradicate the existing swarms, we might truly be able to resolve the biggest threat!”

She suddenly became somewhat excited.

However, this place was obviously sturdy, unable to be destroyed in normal ways. Shuangxin could only freeze organisms containing water inside their bodies and couldn’t do anything to these stones, while the Singer’s voice was closer to psychic control.

“We should hurry to find him.”

Shuangxin thought of Lu Ban.

She and the Singer hurried upstairs, back to the rocket launch pad.

At that time, the sky had darkened somewhat, the afternoon sun was overcast, as if enveloped in a light veil.

Shuangxin saw that a sandstorm seemed to have risen in the distant desert, a black Gale Wind sweeping toward this place.

“It’s a sandstorm.”

With visible speed to the naked eye, the sandstorm had already reached the vicinity of the industrial park.

Shuangxin and the Singer hurriedly took refuge back in that passage, and the next moment, a massive roar filled their ears.

Whirling and rustling—

The Wasteland sandstorms were not like those in the world Lu Ban came from, which, after being attenuated by windbreaks and cities, became gentler storms. In these sandstorms, the speed of the sand and gravel far exceeded the speed of sound, and sometimes, rocks weighing tens of pounds were also swept into the sky. Being caught in a sandstorm, it only took a few dozen seconds for a person to turn into mincemeat, accompanying the storm at a speed of tens of kilometers per second into the sky.

This storm was clearly quite severe.

Shuangxin was somewhat worried about whether Lu Ban and Moment were safe. But amidst this deafening noise, no one dared to leave their shelter, as that would be tantamount to courting death.

“I wonder how Future City is coping. The sandstorm might damage the equipment they use to collect energy.”

Shuangxin also thought that those mirror-like solar panels would hardly escape the sandstorm’s wrath, hoping that the storm would spare Future City, allowing the robots to exist for a bit longer.

Fortunately, the storm came as fast as it went.

About ten minutes later, the storm’s roar finally began to subside.

Shuangxin saw that the entrance was filled with a large accumulation of sand and gravel. It took them a while to finally clear a path and climb out.

The entire industrial park looked as though it had been plowed by something, even more dilapidated.

Turning back, Shuangxin saw that the rocket launch platform seemed to have lost some of its structure, teetering on the brink of collapse.

She hurriedly looked towards the house where Lu Ban and Moment were. Although it seemed that a layer of wall had been blown off, it was still standing.

When she felt relieved, the Singer next to her tugged at her sleeve.

“Over there… what is that?”

The Singer’s voice trembled slightly, revealing fear.

Shuangxin immediately turned her head, looking in the direction the Singer’s finger pointed.

It was from the direction of the sandstorm’s approach, between the desert and the sky on the horizon, there was a point of black Pollution.

Instinctively, Shuangxin immediately identified the nature of those things.

They were the outermost Scouts of the insect swarm.

*

Please vote for us, we need your monthly tickets!