Chapter 1084: Chapter 839: Epiphany After the encounter on the lunar surface, Huai Shi had a deep realization that in space, his adaptability... might not be stronger than a dog’s.
Moreover, it was a Behemoth’s puppy, a super combat dog that could pull a sled with its tongue in a vacuum.
It must be helpful.
According to Garandor’s data, if the dog stays in Huai Shi’s bag, it should be verified as an accessory belonging to Huai Shi.
Theoretically, it’s not a problem, but there are always accidents.
What if something happens and the little dog of friendship dies?
That would be a thermal radiation comparable to the surface temperature of the sun, which could destroy not just the dog, but maybe even humans.
And inside the saddlebag, the broken dog’s gaze became increasingly disdainful, poking out to give him a sideways glance.
What’s the hold-up? Let’s get going!
The vehicle is ready to start; all it’s waiting for is you.
Fine, if the dog isn’t afraid, why should I be?
Since you want to try... then let’s go ahead and try.
Huai Shi shook his head, hoisted the saddlebag, turned around, and walked towards the departing queue.
The other alchemists had long grown impatient, but only Iz remained unhurriedly playing with his phone, laughing heartily at the pre-saved silly videos.
Compared to him, Rachelle, who seemed about to urinate in his spacesuit, was a complete opposite.
Unlike the others, Rachelle was accompanying them as a physician. Everyone had no expectations of his performance and sincerely hoped he wouldn’t be needed.
Just like that, after adjusting the air pressure, with the cabin door of the Child of the Leviathan slowly opening, they sank into the endless dark space beneath them.
It felt like falling into the Abyss.
An infinite storm surged over the multicolored starry body below their feet, above the enormous Demon’s Eye, Helios’ wreckage reflected sunlight from billions of kilometers away, unable to hide its decay and strange aura.
Initially, Huai Shi thought the Stone Pot Society would have more mystical and magical tools, but he didn’t expect the transportation they provided was merely an upgrade of an underwater scooter.
A brass-colored oval jet engine, like a rocket, towing a folded frontline exploration base.
At the same time, it also carried the safety ropes of their group of ten.
Propelled by airflow, it moved swiftly downward, appearing slow but actually quick.
They could vaguely feel the gravity of Jupiter.
And increasingly feel the misery of Helios.
The ship’s hull, riddled with scars, erupting with countless blood-like colors, the scarlet paths dancing in the vacuum, like thirsty hands trying to grasp every living thing that approached them.
Like lava spewing from a volcano.
It was a disaster of activation formed by an extraordinary reversal when the great secret was out of control.
Like the radiation from a nuclear reactor leak, the uncontrolled Helios now continuously created phenomena occurring only in Depth Hell.
It’s hard to imagine how bad the internal condition must be.
While theoretically, the exploration team also served as a rescue mission, was there really any survivor still inside?
Countless space horror films conveyed one point:
——Don’t expect anything good from a drifting derelict ship.
Now, Huai Shi finally had a profound understanding.
At the same time, he discovered... isn’t this wreck too large?
From afar, it seemed only thumb-sized, but the closer they got, the faster its size magnified, eventually occupying Huai Shi’s entire view.
Yet the distance between them remained on a grand scale.
Half an hour into the descent and they were still far from boarding the ship.
In the deathly silence, no one spoke. Even though they hadn’t been burnt to death by the lunar corona’s flames, having safely approached Helios’ surroundings, they felt no sense of relief.
Only suppressed heavy breathing could be heard on the public channel.
Helios’ distorted remains rapidly approached; the closer they got, the more they could perceive its history of suffering and torment.
The once solemn and magnificent sacred decorations had become completely dull, broken apart, with enormous cracks continually spewing frozen liquid and air.
Like a corpse still bleeding.
At intervals of the descent, alchemists of the Stone Pot Society released a few cubes to drift in the vacuum, allowing them to fly downward.
These miracle-activated relics would collect data and feedback to their eyes and the Child of Leviathan.
The swiftly descending observation eyes reached there before them.
The transmitted scenes took everyone’s breath away.
Unfathomable enormity like mountainous gates, overlapping armor like scales, and giant stone columns piercing the cracks.
The gigantic column seemingly like obsidian even slightly pulsated, revealing purple-blue vascular veins.
More observation eyes transmitted continuous updates.