"Someone went to the bottom of the well yesterday, and the equipment malfunctioned today. Problems like this never happened before. I can only assume that this is somehow connected to yesterday's accident."
"We all know what's at the bottom of the well. Perhaps what we're facing isn't a real alien."
"That's also the worst-case scenario."
"Besides them, two other people had close contact with the statue. If something's wrong with them, those two will probably be affected as well."
"Although I can't be certain, we can't take the risk."
His meaning was actually very simple. After the first monster had been killed while awake, the atmosphere in the base had become extremely relaxed.
The monster could be killed—killed by mortal technology. This led many people to subconsciously believe that what they were facing wasn't the legendary angels, much less so-called gods.
They were merely carbon-based alien creatures with unusual structures!
Since they were only alien life-forms and could be killed with technology, then even if they had to face a cosmic war in the future, humanity wasn't completely without a chance of winning.
This optimism wasn't unexpected. Lin Qi had noticed it early on, but he hadn't interfered.
Because in some ways, this optimism was actually a good thing. Too many people around the world had faith. If these monsters really were angels, or had some religious or mythological background,
then facing their attacks in the future would become extremely troublesome. A group of idiots might defect and stand against humanity.
After all, humanity's enemies would then be the objects of their faith. The power of faith was too strong—strong enough to suppress their humanity.
But if they weren't gods and were merely alien monsters, people wouldn't have any psychological or religious burden. After all, they wouldn't be fighting against