ebonymovies Chapter 113 Taking Over the Prophet System
Chapter 113 Taking Over the Prophet System
Chapter 113 Taking Over the Prophet System
We finally caught them!
Hu Biao followed E-17, watching it leave the hospital, change vehicles several times, arrive at a small airport, undergo strict checks, board a small private plane, and fly directly west.
Two hours later, it landed at a makeshift airport on the outskirts of a small town.
Then we got into a car that had been prepared beforehand, arrived at the town's mining area, and went down the elevator—
Hu Biao's gaze followed his movements, penetrating the ground and sinking downwards.
One hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
At a depth of 350 meters, his view suddenly opened up.
It was a huge spherical space, more than two hundred meters in diameter, like a lair dug out by some giant beast underground.
On the dome, tens of thousands of crystal runes are arranged according to some ancient rule, emitting a faint blue light that illuminates the entire space like a dragon palace in the deep sea.
"They look very similar!"
This spherical space is four parts similar to the Third Civilization Temple hidden underground in Africa, yet six parts different.
It is more complete.
He squinted, carefully observing every detail of the space.
What is the same is the enormous seventeen-sided magic circle, with the patterns on the ground interwoven into unimaginably complex geometric designs, and each node inlaid with a fragment of faith crystal the size of a fingernail.
The patterns and geometric designs on the ground are more complete than those in the temple. The temple also lacks the number of faith crystals. Furthermore, the array of runes on the dome and the centrally suspended icosahedral control crystal are features not found in the original temple.
Most importantly, the original temple's patterns were directly engraved on a material that was neither gold nor stone, appearing perfectly natural and as if integrated with the space itself. The patterns here, however, seem to have been artificially carved on later; although detailed, they lack that natural charm.
Although the materials used are precious, they are all made using modern technology.
It is obvious that this is a counterfeit.
The most obvious difference is the console.
The control console in the original temple was an oddly shaped structure that blended seamlessly into the space, completely defying human engineering principles. While the control console here is equally bizarre in form, traces of modern industrial cutting and welding are clearly visible at its edges—another product of the forced grafting of modern technology onto prehistoric artifacts.
"That's interesting!"
Hu Biao continued to extend his gaze downwards.
Below the spherical space, there is an even deeper layer.
After passing through a 30-meter-thick layer of rock, a huge underground lake appeared before him.
The lake water had an eerie milky white color, shimmering faintly in the darkness. The surface was as still as a mirror, without a single ripple, as if frozen in time for millennia.
In the middle of the lake, a colossal creature lies dormant.
It was a creature about forty or fifty meters long, its body a dark grayish-brown, covered with fine, constantly wriggling spiral patterns. Its shape was exactly the same as those symbionts that parasitize the human body, only magnified hundreds of times.
matrix.
Hu Biao's gaze swept over its body, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
In my own perception, this was neither death nor sleep.
This is a state between two things, half asleep and half awake, somewhere between life and death.
It needs the power of faith to maintain this state.
At the same time, it exudes a unique spiritual fluctuation.
Hu Biao's gaze continued downwards, penetrating the milky white lake water and descending to the lake bottom.
Then, his pupils contracted slightly.
The lakebed was densely covered with corpses.
No, it's not a corpse.
It is a solidified symbiotic organism.
They remain in the same posture they were in when they separated from their hosts, curled up, twisted, and solidified in the silt at the bottom of the lake, in numbers too numerous to count.
Thousands upon thousands.
Hu Biao thought of Dr. Sen on Mars.
In his final moments, Dr. Mori emerged from his host's body in the same manner, frantically digging a hole to bury himself underground, and then solidifying.
However, they were not dead. At this moment, in his higher-dimensional state, Hu Biao could sense that these solidified, or rather petrified symbiotes were not completely dead, but rather in a deep slumber, as if waiting for something—
Seeing all this, he roughly understood what this symbiotic monstrosity was doing here.
Using the replica temple system, the collected spiritual energy is converted into the faith pool, and then this faith power is sent to the mother body to maintain the mother body's semi-asleep state. At the same time, the remaining faith power is used to awaken their companions. However, most of the faith power here must be supplied to the mother body, so awakening the companions is a long process.
"I wonder how long these guys worked on it, to actually create such a huge crystal of faith—"
Having seen everything below, he turned his gaze back to the enormous crystal of faith, focusing his attention on the array of runes that were constantly flashing on it. Suddenly, a thought struck him; his attention seemed to have stimulated something. At this moment, the temple system began to operate in ways he couldn't understand. At the same time, the enormous icosahedral crystal of faith within the spherical space suddenly lit up.
It wasn't the kind of stable, soft glow.
Instead, it was a violent, dazzling eruption!
Light surged forth like a tide, instantly filling the entire spherical space. The fragments of faith crystals embedded in the magic circle nodes responded simultaneously, emitting a buzzing resonance.
The rune array on the console began to flash wildly.
The data stream on the screen instantly became disordered, and countless red warning signs popped up simultaneously.
"What happened?!"
Inside the spherical space, a researcher cried out in terror.
No one could answer him.
"What...has this triggered?"
Hu Biao was also somewhat surprised.
He just wanted to take a closer look at the crystal of faith; after all, it was such a large piece, and he—
The temple system started up on its own.
[Same system access point detected]
[Attempting to establish a cross-system connection]
[Link successfully created]
[Target System: Faith Node - Secondary Site - Imitation Version]
[Status: Fully functional (92.3% efficiency)]
[Energy Level: 37.6% (Faith Pool Reserves Ample)]
[Current Faith Connections: 37,842 (Active)]
Purification efficiency: 89.7%
Available features: All (permission verification required)
[System vulnerability detected: The cloned system lacks a native awareness firewall]
[Permission vulnerability detected: Highest privileges can be overridden through the native system]
Should we attempt to take over?
Hu Biao smirked, "Of course, it's time to take over!"
next moment.
Hu Biao's consciousness, following that resonant bridge, suddenly cut into a completely new world—
The core prophet of the imitation system!
It was a virtual space woven from data streams and rune arrays. Countless golden runes slowly rotated in the void, each rune corresponding to a complex set of code logic. Between the code and the runes were countless interfaces, converters, and adaptation layers—
The profound integration of modern civilization and the third civilization was laid bare before his eyes.
"I'm really feeling a bit embarrassed by what you're doing—"
At this moment, the brain, which had never been operating at full capacity since evolution, finally began to operate at full capacity.
Some say that the speed of thought is comparable to the speed of light. Hu Biao doesn't know how they calculated that, but it's clear that his brain is now operating at a speed no less than that of a supercomputer.
In a fleeting moment, he understood the true nature of this prophetic system.