Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

"Damn, how did you do that?"

"Did the Foundation do it? or did the monsters do it?"

"No, it's a miracle that such a large piece of the planet has not caused a geological catastrophe, right?"

"This scene alone, whether it was done by the Foundation or not, shows that they already have the ability to destroy stars before they officially enter the interstellar civilization - no planet can withstand this level of surgery. "

"If I woke up early the next morning and found such a deep pit next to my home, I would think that the real estate company was going to create a spectacle here. "

"Don't make a fuss, the real estate company has this level, just create an interstellar spectacle. "

“......"

Xianzhou Luofu, Shence Mansion.

Jing Yuan was lying on his side with his eyebrows furrowed slightly, recalling the picture that flashed just now.

The cross-section of the abyss was too smooth and abnormal, and even if he summoned the Divine Monarch and stabbed at the earth, he would not have such an effect.

If it is a high-power laser, it may be reasonable.

But the Foundation in the picture is obviously not at the level of technology enough to build a starship and install a laser cannon of this power.

"After all, it's still a containment object...... Or is it a séance?"

Move mountains and reclaim the sea, like a god!

......

The rotors of the helicopter cut through the air, "whirring and hooping", like the sound of a lawn mower, but also like an oversized fly.

Inside the cabin, Foundation Agent 4, Robert, is heavily armed.

He was dressed in a "May 13" uniform, with a fully enclosed protective helmet on his head, gloves and clothes connected as one, not exposing his skin, and even his neck was completely wrapped.

The other agents sat idly in place, their backs against the bulkhead, humming a rustic ditty.

"Countryr.takemehome;"

"TotheplaceIbelong;"

“......"

Sang well, but Robert didn't want to hear it.

He looked out of the cabin, the chaotic neighborhood sweeping back piece by piece, and there were still sporadic figures moving on the ground.

The figures wander aimlessly, and there is no difference in behavior from those infected with the zombie virus.

Unlike the intested.

Those brainless guys, hearing the roar of the helicopter, will only approach and surround in a frenzy, trying to hunt.

They hid early, hiding from the plague gods, as if the helicopters were ready to shoot at any moment.

"It's coming. "

The helicopter pilot roared with all his might.

Before he could finish speaking, Robert and his comrades raised their guns at the same time, aiming into the distance, and the reaction time was negligible.

As the gun poked out of the cabin and pointed in front of him, Robert felt the wind first, with its unpleasant smell of burning and decay, and then he saw a dull and gloomy mist.

"Grass (a plant)!" he said.

At this time, they were still more than ten kilometers away from the original landing place, which was nothing in normal times, but now, it may kill them all.

But helicopters can't force them in at the risk of crashes and mountain crashes.

This is not unfounded, the dense fog in front of the helicopter is clearly abnormal.

It was like an ocean perpendicular to the earth, hanging from the gloomy clouds and stretching out endlessly on either side.

"What the fuck, which stupid Site Director started this series of events?" said the agent across from Robert and let himself go.

If it weren't for these things, he would have been on annual leave, teasing little Lori on the beach, reading "Little Logic" in the study, going tuna fishing at sea, or going to the pole to hunt seals.

But now, it's all in vain.

He didn't even think he could come back alive.

"Calm down, man, being too angry will make your shooting less accurate. "

The other agent held his gun steadily, his eyebrows furrowed slightly behind the tactical eyepiece.

In the thick fog, there seemed to be a shadow moving.

The agent shouted into the Grey Mist, "I love you!"

The voice fell, "Bang Bang Bang-".

The agents opened fire on the massive shadows.

"Whoosh-"

The rocket nests mounted on the sides of the helicopter also spat tongues of fire.

The fog boiled like water, and countless filamentous tentacles scrambled to form, teeth and claws, and then were forced back by the bursting rockets.

The shadows in the fog disappeared, and I don't know if I really stayed away, or hid and laid a trap.

......

"The words of the old ancestor are true, all fear stems from lack of firepower, as long as there are enough Star Destroyers, no matter how terrible the containment is, it will not matter. "

"Aren't you afraid that someone will give an order to Zhao Zena and let her destroy 200% of the Star Destroyer fleet?"

"Listen to what this agent means, the end of the world originates from a single site? Doesn't that mean that as long as there is a problem with the Foundation's site, it may bring the entire civilization to the funeral together? I don't dare to think about it, if there is a problem with the current Foundation, will it pull the entire universe to be buried together? "

"Don't worry, now you and I are both individuals after the reboot, and the original you and I have been reduced to ashes in a world-destroying natural disaster. "

......

Joel suspects that he has been drawn into an invisible war.

Or during the time he was hiding, the Third World War broke out.

Dark red blood stains can be seen everywhere.

Broken bricks, rotten wires, glass slag, charred building planks...... Useful and useless things are scattered all over the place.

The house, which symbolizes "home", "warmth" and "home", has also cracked a lot.

The only strange thing is that there are no corpses.

Neither outdoors nor indoors, Joel found no trace of his body.

This is not normal.

Even scavenging beasts leave behind hair and bones.

Natural decay will leave large patches of liquid and corrosion marks.

This anomaly made him tremble in the process of collecting food, water, fuel, and daily necessities.

For fear that if one does not pay attention, his body will evaporate out of thin air.

In this way, he lived a while by gathering supplies.

Joel can't give an exact figure for how long this time is, maybe months, maybe years.

- He burned the calendar.

Just a few weeks ago, one day when the clouds were rolling, Joel was forced to go out and gather supplies.

He was cold and hungry, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he was forced to go out with courage.

In the mist, I couldn't see my fingers.

Joel could only half-crouch, making marks and groping his way slowly.

It's not the worst.

Worse.

As soon as he walked to the middle of the road, there was no shop in front of the village or behind the store, and suddenly there was a slight movement around him.

"Hiss-"

In the thick fog, something was stirring, and it was a big swarm.

Without delay, Joel followed the signs and immediately ran in the direction of his home, locking himself in an underground shelter.

In the darkness, he remembered in horror what had just happened.

They were supposed to be humanoid, and they had metal shells.

When he came out, he ushered in an anomaly in the sky.

A round sun hung at the top of the heavenly dome, motionless for more than a whole week.

When Joel realizes that it's not himself who is crazy, but the world who is crazy.

He almost went crazy.

There's nothing more crazy than the sun being wrong.

There's nothing more confusing than losing a sense of time.

"Ha, what's the use of me keeping you......" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

Joel tossed the calendar into the oven.

The flame that was about to be extinguished licked the white paper excessively, the red and yellow enthusiasm wrapped it, and the black traces invaded from the outside in, spreading and burning wantonly.

The old era, the old calendar, were reduced to ashes in the firelight.

The time of order discarded the remnants of the past.

The remnants of the old have embraced the chaotic times.

As if in response, there are more and more anomalies.

Sometimes, small things would crawl through the rubble, and Joel would avoid them.

At one point, an object the size of a cat that looked like a rat woman crawled up, looked at Joel, and yelled at him, "Stop!".

He was so frightened that he immediately locked himself in the ground and hid for several days ....

From time to time, there were airship-like things floating in the sky.

They have tiny insect feet on the underside, which look like maggots overall, but they have eyes all over their bodies.

When they land, they eat everything around them, whether it's the remains of houses, trees, or even soil, but they spend most of their time in the sky.

And so the time passed.

Until one day, Joel went out again to scavenge for supplies, and he found a dying man in the rubble.

He was covered in wounds and dressed like a SWAT officer on TV, but his combat suit had been torn to shreds, and he couldn't make out the original symbols on it.

Joel dragged him back, certainly not as a reserve.

Although Joel doesn't know who the dying man is, the audience is familiar with him.

"Isn't this our dear Agent Robert, why haven't we seen him for a while, pulled like this?"

"Alas, how come the home planet of the Foundation is full of strange existences, I have to sigh that they can develop and grow smoothly, it is really not simple. "

"For the record, the man is a Ph.D. in biology, none of the species depicted in Foundation footage are included, and they look dangerous, if found, please flee in time. "

"Just kidding, when I was a kid, I ate three bowls of this stuff. "

"God-man!"

"I think they're all containment objects, but they just didn't show up. "

......

Groggy and groggy for how long, Robert finally woke up, and he felt his body.

- The body does not obey the call, the muscles all over the body are throbbing, and there are wounds caused by monsters.

I'm alive, I'm alive...... Who saved me......

After "sleeping" for a while, Robert opened his eyes.

It's a strange ceiling......

Outside the room, there was a creaking of the floor, and he looked out of his peripheral vision.

A haggard-faced, dirty-clad man walked through the door, holding a can of canned beans and a bowl of water.

"You're awake. "

Joel put precious food and water on the table, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the stranger in front of him.

Thankfully, he wasn't the last human.

Then, they began to talk about something.

Joel poured out his experiences during this time, the strange existence he saw, and the thrill of escaping death.

When he was finished, Robert nodded and responded:

"You call them airships...... Ha, yes, airship, good name. "

"I was hunting them just now, but unfortunately I was attacked......"

He deliberately avoided being attacked by anyone, and Joel didn't care about 3.2.

The world has become like this, what difference does it make if you don't care or not?

But the stranger looked dying.

Joel fed Robert some beans and water, and the latter got a little better.

With some strength, Robert thanked Joel.

"Thanks, I don't know who you are yet. "

After he fell, he didn't think he would survive.

In a world full of containment and anomalous phenomena, incapacitating is tantamount to a death sentence.

"Just call me Joel. "

Joel's mood has risen a lot, not only because he has someone who can chat and pass the time, and the most simple helping plot is satisfied, but also because this world is not really destroyed, and there are still human beings.

"Truth be told, you're the first person I've seen since the world disappeared from the West, and I've almost forgotten how to talk to people. "

Robert was a little shocked.

This person doesn't know anything?

Such a big movement, he didn't notice it?

"Disappear?!" his voice raised twice.

Immediately touched the wound on his body, making him gasp.

After a while.

When the pain that had taken over all of his consciousness gradually dissipated, Robert's brain was finally able to continue thinking and organizing language.

"The world is gone...... Don't you know anything?"

Joel was a little confused, unable to react, and shook his head.

Robert endured the pain, supported the sheets with both hands, lifted his upper body a little, and then said solemnly:

"It didn't go away. "

"It was just transferred. "。