nycdaug Chapter 911 Color
Chapter 911 Color
The positions of the stars on the map are exactly the same as the "Seven Trials of the Snake God" recorded in his father's notes, and on the back of the scroll, it is written in Khmer: Every seven hundred years, when Mars guards the heart, the snake god awakens, and only the guardians who are connected by blood can restart the key to civilization. Three months later, Su Yan returned to Beng Mealea with a multinational archaeological team. The team members wore professional archaeological uniforms, carried various equipment, and excitedly talked about the upcoming exploration. When the first ray of morning light illuminated the serpentine relief, the scar on Su Yan's chest suddenly became hot, as if reminding him of the call of his mission. Everyone watched in surprise as the stone wall slowly cracked, revealing the astrological secret room that had been sealed for thousands of years. The Milky Way map on the dome perfectly overlapped with the starry sky at this moment, as if it was a dialogue across time and space for thousands of years. Su Yan knew that his mission had just begun, and there were more unknowns and challenges waiting for him ahead. The unique humus smell of the tropical rainforest mixed with a certain fishy sweetness penetrated his nasal cavity, stimulating his stomach to twitch. Three months ago, his father, an archaeologist, suddenly lost contact while studying the mysterious documents of Angkor Wat. When the sun shone on Su Yan's face again, he was lying on the bank of the moat of Angkor Wat. The river was flowing, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, as if everything before was just a nightmare. The pendant he was holding tightly in his hand had broken, revealing an ancient star map hidden in the mezzanine.
The helicopter rotors tore through the leaden clouds over Siberia, and the sharp roar echoed in the empty sky. The ice crystals rotated at high speed in the airflow raised by the propellers, reflecting the tiny cold light, like countless miniature daggers, ready to cut through this pale and silent world at any time. Lin Xia tightened her heavy cold-proof clothes and pushed her goggles up. The white air she exhaled condensed into fine water droplets on the inside of the goggles, and then quickly froze into frost. Through the blurred lenses, she looked at the endless snowfield outside the porthole. This vast land was covered with thick ice and snow, presenting a monotonous and suffocating white. In the distance, the rolling snow-capped mountains stood quietly between heaven and earth like a sleeping giant. As the youngest researcher at the Institute of Cryogenics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Lin Xia should have been excited and proud to participate in this top-secret scientific expedition, but at this moment, cold sweat kept oozing out of her palms, wetting the satellite cloud map in her hands. The corners of the cloud map have curled up slightly, and the area marked with red pen is particularly eye-catching. "We will arrive at the destination in twenty minutes." The captain's voice came from the intercom, with obvious electric noise, as if it had traveled through a long time and space to reach her ears. Lin Xia lowered her head to carefully check the coordinates, and her heart beat faster involuntarily. The area circled in red on the map is constantly expanding, like a spreading wound, which is shocking. Since three months ago, the temperature monitoring data of this permafrost layer in the heart of Siberia has begun to fluctuate abnormally. The surface temperature in the area that was originally stable at minus 15 degrees Celsius actually climbed to minus 5 degrees Celsius in just one week. Such a speed of change can be called a "catastrophic" abnormality in the field of frozen soil research. Lin Xia's thoughts can't help but go back to the night before departure. In the conference room of the institute, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed that water could be squeezed out. On the big screen, the real-time updated monitoring data curve was like a crazy jumping venomous snake, constantly breaking through historical extremes. The director stood in front of the screen with a serious face: "Comrades, the abnormal warming of the Siberian permafrost is likely to trigger a series of chain reactions. Once greenhouse gases such as methane and carbon dioxide are released in large quantities, the global climate will face an irreversible crisis. What's more terrifying is that the permafrost also contains unknown microorganisms and viruses..." At that time, Lin Xia took the initiative to volunteer to join the scientific expedition team. She knew that this was a dangerous mission, but as a permafrost researcher, she could not sit idly by and watch such a crisis. Her father was an outstanding geologist who unfortunately died during a field survey. Since she was a child, her father taught her that scientific exploration requires courage and responsibility. At this moment, she seemed to feel that her father was watching her in the dark and giving her strength. The cabin door was suddenly opened by a strong wind, and the biting cold current invaded, carrying snow particles like bullets and hitting everyone's faces. Lin Xia shivered at the sudden chill. She quickly fastened her collar, carried a mountaineering bag full of instruments, and jumped down carefully on the knee-deep snow. The snow under her feet made a "crunching" sound, as if protesting her arrival. As soon as her hiking boots touched the ground, she suddenly felt a strange tremor under her feet, as if some huge monster was slowly waking up under the ice, and the giant beast that had been sleeping for tens of millions of years was about to open its terrifying eyes. "Be careful!" Team leader Professor Chen grabbed her arm with such force that she almost fell. Just three meters behind the two of them, the ice suddenly made a teeth-grinding "crack" sound and cracked a gap. In the gap, dark green liquid slowly seeped out. The color was deep and strange, like some kind of juice from hell. The liquid hissed on the snow, and wherever it went, the white snow instantly melted into steaming black water. The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, as if some evil power was being released. "This is impossible..." Lin Xia squatted down, her voice full of shock and disbelief. She took out the sampling bottle from her backpack, but her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She carefully filled the sampling bottle with some liquid. The liquid in the bottle kept rolling, hitting the bottle wall as if it had life, and even tiny black particles could be vaguely seen swimming inside. She remembered the satellite images she saw at the institute before leaving. Under the permafrost in this area, there seemed to be some unknown geological structure, like a sealed mysterious treasure house. And now, these secrets that have been frozen for tens of thousands of years are quietly being unsealed, and an unknown crisis may be about to come. Professor Chen also squatted down. He pushed the glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of worry and vigilance: "Xiao Lin, seal the sample immediately, we have to go back to the camp for analysis as soon as possible. The appearance of this liquid is too unusual, and it may be directly related to the abnormal warming of the permafrost." Lin Xia nodded and quickly put the sampling bottle into a special sealed box. She stood up and looked around, and found that the color of the snow in this area seemed to be darker than other places, faintly revealing a gray-black color, as if it had been contaminated by some substance.