Who Was the Lamb? Who Was the Butcher!

The Academy of Sciences occupied a vast area and was filled with talented people.

Every year, dozens or even hundreds of various technological items were conceived and born here before flowing into the outside world, changing how humanity lived on the wasteland.

Countless talented people from all over came here for further study, leaving with bountiful gains and returning to their own territories, easing humanity's plight compared to the hardships of previous years.

This place was hailed by countless people as the cradle of the future, humanity's foundation, and every child's dream.

To protect it, a military force numbering as many as ten thousand was even stationed in nearby Po Jun Town. They could arrive at any time, which showed just how important this place was.

However. "The Western Military Region is handling official business. All unrelated personnel, retreat immediately. Three warnings. This is the second!"

The emotionless voice rang out beside Hou Congwen's ear again, interrupting the memories flashing through his mind. It continued to echo through the research building after the power had gone out.

Perhaps Qiu Hong had not worn the Academy of Sciences' proper work uniform or identified himself.

Or perhaps, before reaching the rank of researcher, he was nothing more than an ant in the eyes of these Fishmen.

When the warning ended, Hou Congwen, sprawled on the floor, instinctively sprang up. Somehow, strength surged from somewhere within his body, and he rolled and crawled toward the stairwell.

On the way, he passed the laboratory door, which had only a single gap, and hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, feeling the threat of death whispering beside his ear, Hou Congwen did not dare make any unnecessary move. He chose to follow his instincts.

Knowledge was a weapon, but that saying only applied when