Chapter 459 Poem of Despair

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In reality, with the sky above our heads and our feet on the ground, there is a volcano with no flames in front of us, stirring the sky.

In reality, any object is very three-dimensional and very close, but it gives Kemeng a cramped feeling.

Kemen suddenly remembered some knowledge of the evil god, which was the advanced knowledge of Cthulhu. However, after waking up from the dream, he had forgotten all the advanced knowledge and could not bring it with him.

The knowledge that suddenly comes to mind now is the knowledge about the void. Cthulhu knows about the void, but after Kemen returned to reality, this knowledge disappeared. It was not until Kemen used the big-faced cat in the void that he remembered this knowledge of the void. .

Cthulhu's view of the void is similar to that of the big-faced cat. There are strange creatures running rampant in the void, divided into native aborigines and foreigners.

Foreigners here refer to wanderers who wander outside their hometown.

These wanderers are what the big-faced cat calls travelers, and some of these travelers are weak and some are strong.

The weak ones are so fragile that they can die with just a glance, while the powerful monsters are so strong that they can fight Cthulhu for hundreds of rounds.

Cthulhu is not afraid of them. If you want to kill them, you can definitely kill them, but killing them is very troublesome and requires many steps and time costs. It is better to let them go.

However, Kemon suspected that this knowledge was false and was instilled in Cthulhu by the game world.

Cthulhu is still trapped in R'lyeh in the game world, and the ancient god's seal cannot be moved even if he dies. Kemon thinks this is the setting of the game world.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the game world will give birth to a real ancient god. After all, even the evil god Cthulhu already exists. It is not difficult to give birth to an ancient god who can seal Cthulhu.

"Ke team!"

In the distance, an investigator hurriedly walked over. The fluctuations in the void teleportation were very strong. People with high gnosis would definitely sense that someone had traveled through time, so they rushed over to check as soon as possible.

The person who arrived looked familiar at first glance, and after a closer look, he realized that this was Ke Meng. Then he ran over, said hello to Ke Meng, and saluted.

Kemen retorted, then straightened his mind, "I'm here to take a look at the volcanic rocks."

"It's here, it's not damaged." The staff pointed in the direction and took the stone with them.

Ke Meng picked up the volcanic stone again, and it was still the same stone.

There are no clues on the surface, but after it started volcanoes continuously, and the one that started was the Eye of the Wind volcano, the things flowing inside the volcanic rocks have changed.

It is no longer passionate and fire-like, but feels like wind, full of flow.

Kemen checked it a few times and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he put it on the ground and let it stay there.

"Continue to be vigilant. Di Ping may fall asleep at any time, so be careful." Kemeng warned.

Users of the Sea Horn have a chance of falling asleep. Once they fall asleep, they will fall asleep for a long time. Others cannot wake Di Ping up. After all, he has turned into sea water, which is very troublesome.

"Yes!" the guard responded angrily.

Kemen called the nearby investigation bureau to dispatch a helicopter to pick him up, mainly because he didn't want to use the teleportation stone to travel again.

At least it can't be used in the near future. Kemeng didn't know about the tricks in the void before, but now he knows what the void is and that there are monsters in the void that devour travelers. He feels unsafe and doesn't want to use it.

Why take a shortcut through the void when you can fly back? That path is close, but the hidden price is unbearable.



Military satellite cameras captured cloud changes in global ocean currents and found large red clouds with Koi Island as the core.

The faces of the Crocodile Army officers darkened, and they secretly cursed for being shameless.

Scolding is enough, but every continent has to wipe its butt.

"Why did the wind turn, and what was the reason?"

"I don't know. The network wall has been taken down over there, and we can't get in." The people from the Crocodile Island military scratched their heads, and their heads became enlarged.

"It took action." Someone pointed out.

"You mean Koi Island's secret weapon?"

"It's definitely it. No one can isolate all communication on the Internet except it." The minister of the network information security technology department shook his head, showing despair.

This is a basement, and all the staff are soldiers, and no one sleeps outside, so when it rains red outside, no one inside has ever gone out.

As the Minister of Cybersecurity sighed, everyone tensed up, "Minister, don't sigh, you're making us panic."

People in the ministry have frequently read online information and screenshots of red rain from various places recently, and have analyzed the side effects of red rain - it can make people depressed and even passive suicide.

People in the ministry are so panicked that they don’t dare to go out. They are even afraid that people in the bureau will also be infected.

"I'm fine, everyone, stay calm." The minister said with a straight face, saying that he was fine.

However, there was continuous light rain all over Crocodile Island. It had been raining continuously for more than dozens of hours, and it was running towards a hundred hours.

Even in the security department in the basement, the working environment has darkened unconsciously, and everyone feels a sigh of relief in their chests.

The next day, a member of the Cyber ​​Security Department shouted: "Minister, something bad has happened. A poem has gone viral on the Internet, and the person who wrote it has gone crazy!"

The minister had dark circles under his eyes. He had not slept all night. The atmosphere in the dormitory last night was too depressing, so he had to stay up all night.

When he woke up now, he hadn't slept for many hours. When he heard the members yelling, he felt very annoyed. There were so many things going on, what could he do to get through to the end?

Or is there really an end to this crap?

For the first time, Crocodile Island's cyber information security minister felt shaken in his heart and took out his mobile phone to check the latest news reports.

The news reported that a group of crazy incidents occurred in a certain university. A philosophy professor discussed the meaning of life with students. During the discussion, a poem full of despair was born.

The professor combined the actors' opinions with the writing polish of the philosophy professor, and the poem of despair made its debut on the blackboard.

As soon as it appeared, it took away the sanity of all the students in the church. The crowd went crazy and ran out of the classroom screaming.

"Why are you still in class at this time?" The minister had dark circles under his eyes and felt incredible. At the same time, he was also very irritated. Can there be less fools like this who insist on causing trouble at critical moments.

"I heard that staying at home is too boring. It's not free. Recently, people have started to parade on the streets to protest. Then some people in the university also launched a freedom march. Then these are the first batch of students to attend class today..." The members have a hard time saying that the system is like this and the freedom is too great. It would be uncomfortable if I didn't go out and relax for a while.

At the same time, as the pessimistic atmosphere became more and more oppressive, people in Crocodile Island rushed out of their houses due to their rebound mentality.

Even if it rains lightly, you still have to breathe free air.

"Aren't they afraid of getting wet in the rain?" the minister yelled. For some reason, his well-educated anger was out of control.

They had clearly posted a notice warning everyone not to go out in the rain, as the rain was poisonous.

"They have umbrellas..." the member said weakly.

The rainwater was poisonous, but no one was poisoned to death. People didn't believe it. They just felt depressed and wanted to go out to relieve their boredom.