Chapter 119 Apple Box

A gale howled, and evil spirits shrieked. Amidst the endless booming sounds, a little mermaid's voice should have been easily drowned out, but when Dou Dou opened her mouth and sang a cheerful melody, her tiny voice seemed to possess infinite magic, instantly piercing through the surrounding wind and snow.

Dou Dou was still singing the little tunes she usually heard at home, and as always, there were no lyrics, just humming according to her memory, but these chaotic and difficult-to-understand tones were particularly sweet and moving, even causing the surrounding blizzard to dissipate in an instant.

"Sizzle—" A strange whistling sound came from mid-air. Hao Ren saw that the spectral phantoms circling everywhere were retreating at an astonishing speed. The blizzard had stopped, the thunderclouds in the sky slowly faded, and the tingling sensation on everyone's skin had disappeared at some point. As Dou Dou's voice continued to spread, Hao Ren saw a thin, dim haze floating in the dark snowfield. This haze appeared for only a few seconds before it began to twist and tremble violently, as if it had been strongly stimulated. The data terminal exclaimed in surprise, "The surrounding energy field is in chaos!"

Hao Ren didn't dare to interrupt Dou Dou's singing, so he lowered his voice and tilted his head slightly to ask the data terminal, "What's going on?!"

"There's a strange energy in Dou Dou's voice. It's neutralizing the 'field' around us," the data terminal's surface flashed rapidly, recording the Wrathful Spirit's reaction at the moment. "...This is the first time the 'field' around us has truly been weakened. All our previous attacks are not as effective as the current neutralization process. The structure of the energy field is on the verge of collapse—this unit thinks we should find a way to capture it before it completely dissipates..."

"Capture?! Capture the Wrathful Spirit?" Vivian was dumbfounded. "What can we use to capture this thing?"

At this time, Dou Dou's singing was still continuing, and the surrounding haze had developed from the initial agitation to frantically twisting out absurd and bizarre illusions: the appearance of Ancestor Andrei, Bolshevik flags, Nicholas II, human carriages and towns—phantoms flashed quickly in the haze. These were all the things that the Wrathful Spirit had recorded during its years of occupying the material world. At one moment, Nangong Wuyue even exclaimed, "Mom..."

However, this illusion disappeared within a second.

The Wrathful Spirit was collapsing rapidly. Although no one could see its main body (its main body was a "field" covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters to several kilometers), the surrounding scene was enough to prove everything. The data terminal's voice couldn't help but become urgent. "A coil...or a metal cage...no, it should be something that can generate a strong magnetic environment! Quickly think about what you have on you that can be used! We must grab this sample. This thing is too valuable for research. Something with such an interesting life form is definitely not the result of natural evolution... Quickly rummage through your portable space. Damn it, when you left the Aerym Elves, did you only pack twenty tons of munitions?!"

At this time, Hao Ren had already started to rummage through his portable space for anything that might be useful. He knew that he only needed to find something that could generate a strong magnetic field, and the data terminal would naturally complete a lot of follow-up work such as debugging, activation, and modification. But the key was that he couldn't even find a high-power electromagnet: who would think of using such a thing when going on a mission? The inspector wasn't the kind of blue-and-white robotic cat who couldn't see his fingers! And the data terminal was right, Hao Ren really only brought twenty tons of munitions when he left the Aerym Elves last time...

A bunch of messy things were dumped out like a dirt box, including boxes and boxes of graviton bombs, bundles of twelve particle rifles, and kilograms of plasma grenades. Of course, there were also Dou Dou's fish tank and Lily's spicy sticks: anyway, his portable space was full of junk, so it wouldn't be surprising to find anything. Just when Hao Ren felt that he couldn't find anything useful and this precious Wrathful Spirit sample was about to dissipate in Dou Dou's Little Apple melody, the data terminal suddenly shouted happily, "Hey! That's it!"

Hao Ren looked at the small box in disbelief: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Who's full and has nothing to do to tease you," the data terminal turned into a blue light and zipped into the box, "This is what the golden apple was packed in! It was signed and handed to you by the goddess herself! Even the trademark on it was made by the Supreme Father God himself! Can you imagine how powerful this thing is? It's contained a divine object, has the name of a god written on it, and has received divine grace. Even if you stuff a devil king in it, as long as you put tape on it, he won't even think about coming out for the rest of his life!"

Hao Ren looked at the box that was once used to hold golden apples in a daze, and only managed to squeeze out a question after a long time: "What's a Father God?"

"The head of the Xiling God System, the leader of all gods, so it's called Father God."

Lily's eyes widened: "Shouldn't it be called Father God then?"

"Father God is the neighbor's," the data terminal's voice came from the golden apple box, "The three major god systems, the leader of the Hullen God System is the God King, the leader of the Starfield God System is the Father God, and the leader of the Xiling God System is the Father God—there's no way, naming has to be done in order, and all the good names have been taken by...well, by the neighbors. Okay, don't talk, this unit is going to start thinking of ways to gather part of the Wrathful Spirit into this box. If you want to help, hold the box up higher."

Hao Ren could only hold up the apple box with a look of cold sweat. In this moment, he felt that he had reached the peak of his stupid life: in the basement of a three-hundred-year-old castle, in a holy battle against an evil ancient spirit, he was holding an apple box in the middle of the battlefield, preparing to seal the spirit, and he also had a silly fish baby hanging on his chest who was singing the Little Apple cheerfully. This scene was simply unbelievably sour and refreshing. He felt that even if he found two ps masters with level ten skills, they probably wouldn't be able to beautify this scene to the point where it could be reported...

This must be the weirdest exorcism war since the appearance of aliens on Earth.

At this time, Dou Dou was still singing and humming. The little girl didn't know that this could deal with the Wrathful Spirit. She just instinctively liked to sing as a mermaid: especially when she encountered something she couldn't understand and didn't know how to describe in words, she liked to hum and sing. This was a hobby that humans couldn't understand, but now this hobby was pushing an indescribable spiritual creature to the brink of despair.

The thick fog within a kilometer radius had begun to dissipate, the strong wind subsided, snowflakes fluttered down slowly, and gradually decreased until they disappeared. The screeching sound caused by the Wrathful Spirit turned into a low, whining noise, and finally even this noise stopped—everything seemed to be over.

The large-scale energy field disordered, collapsed, and the Wrathful Spirit began to disintegrate and was bound in the container under the traction of the data terminal.

Hao Ren put down the apple box and looked inside. He only saw the data terminal lying quietly inside. Other than that, the box was empty.

"Where's the Wrathful Spirit?"

"It's right here, vibrating at high speed in the box at a frequency of more than three thousand times per second," the data terminal floated out slowly. "This unit added a special piece of information to its shortwave part, and now it can't leave this container."

"I can't see it," Becky also leaned over and looked into the box curiously. "Are you kidding me?"

"Put your hand in and try."

Becky honestly put her hand in, and a bright spark burst out from her fingertips in an instant: "Wow!"

"The Wrathful Spirit is inside...strictly speaking, it's the remaining sample of the Wrathful Spirit. Most of its information has already collapsed, and what's left are just some remnants and fragments, but if it's released, it will quickly be replenished from the surrounding environment," the data terminal said as it projected a blue light film on the box. This blue light film was an optical filter with a special frequency. "Now look again."

Hao Ren looked through the light film and saw a chaotic mist in the box, vaguely like a high-speed vibrating water surface.

"This is the Wrathful Spirit? What kind of life is it? A ghost? Or an energy creature?"

"Not a ghost, closer to the latter, a high-frequency energy creature," the data terminal arched its body and covered the apple box. "When it's outside, it manifests as a 'field' with electromagnetic and optical effects. When it's restrained, it looks a bit like a composite wave. It's more intangible than a ghost, and lacks a kind of...structurality compared to an energy creature. It's an electromagnetic wave that can replenish itself and carries information, but other than that, there are no life characteristics left after natural evolution."

Lily scratched her hair: "I don't quite understand."

Becky stuck out her tongue: "I completely stopped understanding a long time ago."

"In short, the Wrathful Spirit has been caught, and our work is done." Hao Ren said as he looked around. His gaze fell on Bai Huo, whose eyes were a little dazed. Obviously, the special fighting style and strange fighting props of Hao Ren's group had opened her eyes, but Hao Ren was too lazy to explain too much to her: there were too many strange races in the dark world. There were many secrets on this planet that even the Ancients didn't know. It was said that the Olympus family even built magical robots back then, so let Bai Huo understand it herself.

"Why hasn't this space collapsed back?" Vivian looked at the vast snowfield around her. She noticed a layer of pale purple haze appeared on the edge of the snowfield, but other than that, there was no movement. "Isn't the Wrathful Spirit sealed?"

"The spatial structure here has been changed too thoroughly, and has formed a stable structure in the gap between the real world," the data terminal explained. "This unit estimates that this place can still be maintained for at least a hundred years after the Wrathful Spirit recedes—and if we set up a spatial stabilizer here, it can be maintained forever."

Lily subconsciously asked, "Why set up a spatial stabilizer?"

Hao Ren turned to look at the ancient space crack: "Haven't we been looking for a 'door', a stable door... This is it."

(I have to go out at noon today, so I'm updating it early =.=)