Lighthouse

The harbinger of the storm arrived too quickly and violently.

The reporter, who was livestreaming from behind a makeshift partition, was stumbling over his words.

Holding the microphone with difficulty, he said:

"As you can see, I'm not far from Coastal Port, which is now completely locked down, and visibility along the coast is extremely poor."

The wind buffeted the raincoat he was wearing, and the water-repellent plastic brim couldn't keep out the driving rain, leaving him soaked and looking disheveled.

In the distance.

The livestream's backdrop had become a pitch-black, stormy sky with extremely low visibility.

"It looks like something's being blown over from the sky."

The reporter strained to see through the downpour.

Then he shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The reporter yelled.

At the same time.

The cameraman, who was holding the hurricane livestream camera, also took off running.

The camera shook violently, and the lens blurred with rain.

The next second.

The cameraman fell to the ground.

The camera in his hand wasn't completely broken.

It faithfully recorded an extremely dangerous scene:

In the distance.

A huge iron plate was stuck straight into the ground against the backdrop of a thick, inky-black storm, like a blade that had fallen from the sky.

If the cameraman and the reporter had been just a little slower.

They would probably have been cut in half.

This immersive terrorist attack sent a chill down the spines of many viewers watching the livestream.

Countless residents living along the coast of BHX District began to step up their disaster response efforts.

And many more people stayed glued to their TVs.

Praying for the scientists who couldn't return to Coastal Port and were about to face a marine disaster.

All the television stations began broadcasting the same set of images.

It was real-time footage of the hurricane, divided into several segments.

Besides the location of the storm where the reporters were, the most eye-catching was the footage from the Voyager.

The bearded captain, Spring-Fall, shouted:

"Hurry, get the propulsion up to maximum power, we don't have time to wait!"

"Everyone back inside, those who aren't busy check and reinforce the windows!

Kevin, keep an eye on the hull power unit to make sure it doesn't fail due to overload.

Qian Yang, monitor the storm's trajectory in real time and construct a disaster model."

While giving orders, the Tier 3 Transcendent Navigator forcibly increased the operating efficiency of the Spiritual Energy Vortex within him, constructing a transparent windbreak barrier over the entire ship.

Without the transparent barrier cutting through the wind.

Under the influence of the hurricane's circulating field.

Their research vessel's power wouldn't be enough to right the hull and proceed along the escape route.

Black blood spewed from Spring-Fall's mouth.

He knelt on the ground.

But he didn't stop channeling his spiritual energy.

When it came to natural disasters, perhaps the lunatics at the Dragon Research Society were the most adept.

After all, they had recently trapped the reflection of the World Devouring Snake Jörmungandr at the border, at the cost of two Tier 4 Transcendents.

But Spring-Fall.

He was just a retired captain.

Just an old Norwegian man who liked to lean on the deck, drink ale, and spin yarns.

But as long as he was wearing this uniform, he was ready to die at sea.

In front of the TV.

Jiang Menghan bit her lip hard.

She feared losing her father after losing her mother.

But she also feared that her bad luck was affecting her loved ones.

This already cold girl was different from the other frightened people at this moment.

She didn't say a word.

Only the slight trembling of her body was enough for the young man beside her to see the fear in her heart.

"It's getting a little dark."

Su Wen said calmly.

He got up, walked to the door, and pressed the switch for the living room light.

"The lights of the night should be on."

As soon as Su Wen finished speaking.

The lights in the room came on.

Instantly.

A light that could penetrate the heavy darkness of the coastal storm also lit up at the same time.

Like a dawn that erased the night.

Leaning in the cabin, desperately protecting the artifacts excavated from this relic expedition, Professor Jiang Xiuyuan was drafting his will.

Thinking about it.

In the end, he only had regret and self-blame. He had not kept his promise to his wife at her sickbed, nor had he made his already withdrawn daughter more cheerful.

Su Xiuyuan asked himself, he was worthy of his identity as a scientist, but he was not a qualified father and husband.

That's why he suggested to Lü Shengkang, who was much younger than him, that he find a safer researcher job.

Just at this moment.

He saw that beam of intense light piercing through the veil of disaster.

He also heard Spring-Fall's hoarse voice, due to coughing up blood, yet still trying to hold on:

"All crew members, lock the direction and move towards the source of the light, that is our only hope!"

The next moment.

All Transcendants were giving it their all.

At this moment.

There was no distinction between ordinary people and Transcendants.

There was only the dividing line between life and death.

Everyone in front of the TV held their breath, not daring to say a word.

Voyager unleashed its greatest potential.

Under the guidance of Lighthouse 43.

It sailed like a sharp arrow piercing through the darkness.

[Disaster-stricken vessel detected]
[Third hydrophobic layer closed]
[Second hydrophobic layer maintains dynamic pressure balance]
[External gate opened, storm pressure index has not exceeded design limit]

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The heavy mechanical sound accompanied the opening of the huge steel gate, like a war behemoth prepared to face the enemy.

Old Academician Qi Ming looked at the scene reflected by the spotlights through the rain.

It was a huge and magnificent high-precision alloy shelter.

Accompanied by the flowing rain and hazy beams of light.

It made him.

Even everyone watching the live broadcast felt it.

What is the ultimate romance from the aesthetics of steel!

In the face of unstoppable natural disasters.

The ultimate sanctuary of human civilization appeared.

Probably no one can argue.

This is a miracle!

"We're safe," he said.

He lowered his head, wiping away the tears that hadn't quite finished falling.

Old Academician Qi Ming wasn't doing it for himself, but he didn't want to see any more excellent scientists sacrificed needlessly.

[Detected distressed vessel]
[Please proceed through in a timely manner]
[External gate closed]
[To prevent excessive storm pressure in one hour, the drainage system is in negative feedback self-balancing mode, with pressure distribution spread across the outer layer of the second drainage level]
[All shelter occupants, please do not be alarmed. Any shaking you may feel is a normal phenomenon resulting from the balancing of the pressurized water layers.]
[Second drainage level closed]
[Third drainage level opening]
[Water level adjusting]
[All shelter occupants, Lighthouse 43 - Uninhabited Sea Island Shelter welcomes you.]

With the mechanical voice of the safe harbor providing updates, everyone watching the livestream could finally believe it.

They had survived!