RNP Page 58
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There is no escape route.
"Warrior Eagle!"
His calm voice cut through the mental noise.
"Use the [Tailwind] skill to forcefully blow them away at a single point!"
Upon receiving the command, the eagle's confusion vanished instantly, replaced by unwavering resolve. It let out a high-pitched cry, its wings snapping back before surging forward with a powerful flap!
call--!
A powerful current of air converged and compressed wildly before it, eventually transforming into a condensed, azure pillar of wind. This pillar of wind was no longer an invisible force, but a visible, high-speed rotating energy body, slamming violently against the rotating totem wall with a piercing shriek!
hum! ! !
The mental barrier trembled violently.
In the area directly struck by the wind pillar, the rotational trajectories of dozens of unknown totems were forcibly disrupted. Their tightly formed formation froze and became chaotic for a moment.
A brief gap, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was brutally torn open by this external force!
It's now!
"rush!"
Lin Che's instructions were concise and to the point.
With a flap of its wings, the warrior eagle transformed into an arrow, precisely darting into the fleeting gap.
Almost the instant they passed through, the unknown totems around the gap surged rapidly like a living fluid, filling the area seamlessly once again.
Lin Che's back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
In that instant, he felt as if he had passed between two giant stone doors that were about to close. If he had been a fraction of a second later, he might have been crushed into dust by that immense spiritual energy.
Using this clumsy but only effective method, Lin Che struggled to navigate the maze.
Each breach was accompanied by a tremendous drain on the warrior eagle's stamina. And with each crossing of the barrier, Lin Che's mental strength was constantly eroded under the all-pervasive pressure.
His vision began to blur briefly, and he was filled with buzzing auditory hallucinations.
The eagle beneath him also began to breathe heavily, each flap of its wings appearing incredibly heavy.
Find the way to the center.
This thought became the only pillar supporting his will, which was on the verge of collapse.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when his physical and mental strength were almost completely exhausted, and even lifting a finger was extremely difficult, he finally saw the last thin totem barrier in front of him.
"One last time, Warrior Eagles!"
Lin Che mustered all his strength and let out a hoarse shout.
The Warriors Eagles unleashed their final potential, stirring up a whirlwind once again!
The moment they passed through that last barrier, it was as if they were surfacing from the deep sea; the heavy, despairing pressure on their bodies suddenly vanished.
The fresh, salty air rushed into Lin Che's lungs, causing him to cough violently.
He succeeded.
The warrior eagle flapped its wings weakly and slowly landed on the mysterious island that was suspended in the eye of the storm and isolated from the world.
The island is small; you can almost see its entire length at a glance.
A dead silence.
There were no birdsong, no insect chirps, not even the sound of the wind. A strange stench, a mixture of ozone and decaying plant matter, filled the air. A thick layer of volcanic ash covered the ground, and withered trees twisted and turned, pointing towards the gray sky.
In the center of the island, he discovered a long-abandoned research camp.
The tent's canvas was tattered and worn from years of wear, and the metal frames were covered in rust. Some scattered instruments had long since lost their original function and lay quietly on the ground, covered in dust.
This place feels like a tomb forgotten by time.
Lin Che let the exhausted Warrior Eagle rest on the spot and walked into the camp alone.
Inside a relatively intact main tent, he found a research diary carefully stored in a metal box.
The box wasn't locked. He brushed off the dust and opened it.
A thick diary with a leather cover lay quietly inside.
The owner of the diary was a doctor named "Gustav".
Lin Che turned to the first page. It was written in a very neat and rigorous scholarly handwriting, recording the pure enthusiasm and excitement of a soul dedicated to studying the relationship between unknown totems and space.
[July 12th, Sunny. Success! I finally used the space beacon to pass through that damned thunderstorm forbidden zone! This place... this place is simply a miracle! Countless unknown totems have formed a natural energy field, distorting space! My guess was correct!]
[August 3rd, Cloudy. I discovered something unbelievable. At the core of this island lies a peculiar crystal, which I've named the 'Space Core.' It seems to be the energy source of the entire energy field, capable of stabilizing and greatly amplifying the power of the unknown totem. I must obtain it and study it!]
Lin Che turned the pages one by one.
The handwriting in the diary went from neat at first, to excited later, and then gradually became messy and confused.
[September 21st, thunderstorm. I tried to touch the core. The instant my fingertips touched it, I heard… a voice. Not through my ears, but directly in my mind. It was those unknown totems… speaking to me? No… that's not right…]
October 5th, thunderstorm. I can't sleep. I keep hearing their voices. It's not language, it's a torrent of emotions. They're screaming...filled with pain and fear. Why? What are they afraid of?
The handwriting in the diary became increasingly illegible and distorted towards the end, filled with terror. It was as if the writer was enduring immense mental torment, even losing the strength to hold the pen.
Lin Che turned to the last page.
There was only one line of text on that page.
It was a bloodstained mark made with fingernails, using the last bit of strength to draw crimson words on paper, like a curse.
"They...they are screaming...my consciousness...is being pulled away..."
Lin Che closed the diary, his fingertips icy cold. A chill ran from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head.
He remained silent for a moment, put the diary back into the metal box, and then walked to the innermost corner of the tent.
There is a sleeping bag there.
He reached out and, slowly and with a slight tremor, unzipped the sleeping bag.
A withered, lifeless body appeared before him. The body was nothing but an empty shell; all the flesh and moisture had been drained away, leaving only a layer of skin tightly wrapped around the bones.
It was Dr. Gustav.
He ultimately failed to leave the island he regarded as a miracle.
Lin Che bowed silently before the body. Regardless, this scholar's dedication to the truth deserved the most basic respect.
However, the moment he straightened up, without any warning, the [Eye of Truth] system suddenly popped up a blood-red notification box on his retina that sent chills down his spine!
That wasn't the usual blue or gold, but a dazzling scarlet that represented the highest level of danger!
[Warning: High-intensity human soul fluctuations detected...]
[(bjbj) The target is being forcibly imprisoned within the 'spatial core' by an unknown totem!]
Its soul energy has become the core 'battery' that keeps this thunderstorm-prone area running!
Lin Che's steps became incredibly heavy the moment he stepped out of the camp.
Behind him lay Dr. Gustav's cold body and the research diary that carried his life's obsession. Before him lay the source of all the strange phenomena in this forbidden sea—the "space core," suspended in the center of the island, radiating a seven-colored rainbow, pulsating rhythmically in the air like the heart of a living being.
An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.
Every pulse of that core seemed to strike Lin Che's soul, causing his breath to rise and fall involuntarily.
Step by step, he approached the core, braving the invisible pressure of energy.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch that distorted halo—
A sudden change occurs!
“Buzz——!!!”
A sound that cannot be heard but can explode in the deepest part of the mind erupts without warning!
The seven-colored "heart" suddenly started beating faster!
In the next instant, the thousands upon thousands of unknown totems that had been quietly floating around the entire island seemed to have been completely awakened, like ancient demons who had been sleeping.
Their "eyes" opened all at once, shooting out a scarlet, emotionless, cold light!
What followed was a silent storm.
There was no howling, no roaring, only a pure and extreme spiritual shock, enough to tear the soul to shreds, which transformed into a visible black torrent that swept towards the only life form in the center of the island—Lin Che—from all directions, with a devastating force!
That's not a skill.
That was the most primitive and savage will that was formed by the convergence of tens of thousands of living beings!
The sky was instantly swallowed up by this black mental storm, turning day into night.
Light, sound, and even the flow of air are completely stripped away at this moment!
"Warrior Eagle! Arcanine! Prepare for battle!"
Lin Che's pupils suddenly contracted, and almost instinctively, he shouted out the command immediately.
Two beams of red light burst forth from his waist, transforming into the two barriers he trusted most at that moment.
However, the harsh reality far exceeded his expectations.
"Ouch!"
As soon as Arcanine appeared, its prized flames, powerful enough to melt metal, were instantly suppressed within its body, unable to even ignite a spark. Its strong, powerful limbs seemed to be filled with tons of cement, nailed to the spot, muscles bulging and veins standing out, yet it couldn't even lift its paw—the simplest of movements!
The situation was even worse for the eagles in the sky.
It let out a mournful cry of unwillingness, and struggled to flap its wings, which were powerful enough to stir up a hurricane, but it was as if it was being held tightly by an invisible hand, and was being pressed down inch by inch from mid-air to the ground!
This is an absolute crushing defeat on a life level!
Faced with this pure, unadulterated spiritual power, all attempts at restraint and resistance become meaningless. This is a higher-dimensional attack, directly targeting the very essence of the target's life!
Lin Che's brain was buzzing.
The terrifying mental pressure made even his thinking incredibly sluggish.
The world before my eyes is rapidly losing its color, leaving only a black storm that keeps growing and is about to devour everything.
He could clearly see the black characters, composed of unknown totems, twisting and tumbling in the storm. They were like death incantations from hell, proclaiming his end.