There is no trace of dust in the vacuum.

Because there is no air, there will be no wind, and there will be no rising airflow. Even the tiny dust will not float in the air, and will only splash on the earth endlessly.

John Smith walked in the straight black mecha queue where he stood, but had forgotten the names and voices of those former comrades.

When decades passed, even though everything that had been before was still vivid in his mind, he still didn't want to recall it.

Only their low breathing and almost beastly roar could be heard in the messenger. Although their bodies were still alive, their souls were close to freezing and decay.

This is a true walking dead being, and the pursuit of human nature is completely covered by the desire for survival.

John Smith was once shocked by their ugly behavior of killing comrades and looting resources in a crazy way, and even felt that his outlook on life was broken and his heart was broken. However, looking at them like this, he did not feel any luster.

I just feel sad.

"You make me sad." John Smith said quietly.

On the public channel.

"Does cowards be qualified to laugh at the brave?" Stephen Crouch responded on the public channel.

All the mecha drivers remained silent, or they had given up their ability to think and had absolutely ignored anything John Smith said.

Even the salute itself was just a command from Stephen.

He is the only leader who masters the ability to think, and he only needs to be able to think alone.

John Smith smiled: "Okay, then this is a meeting between cowards and brave men."

"I'll come to see you now."

As he said this, John Smith moved his heavy steps and walked step by step into the cabin covered with frost and snow on the ice and snow.

Only two rows of Doomsday Mechas were left behind and quietly staring at his back.

At the same time, it was still motionless.

Just like an obsidian sculpture, it is also like a gargoyle that can be eaten by people at any time.

...

...

The corridor in the cabin was not long, and John Smith was also familiar with this supply ship.

At least it was very familiar to me thirty years ago.

Now Stephen leads his wolves to slaughter all the expeditionary troops, thus taking all the military supplies for himself, and using hundreds of parts and energy from the Doomsday Mecha to support himself and his subordinates.

Of course, as the leader wolf and the only thinker, he occupies the most central position.

That is the largest cabin in the deepest.

church.

Yes, in the integrated supply ship, there is a church for soldiers to worship and confess. When John walked into the church, he saw the crucified Christ standing tall on the cross, and the black mecha standing there waiting for him under the cross.

Stephen Crouch.

The church’s glass is a colorful rose window. Even though there is no sunlight that can penetrate into the church and project colorful color blocks, the light source created by its own electricity inside the supply ship still shines the church with a high vault in a brilliance and serious way.

The vaults on the top of his head were painted with frescoes, starting from Genesis, then to Noah’s Ark, and then to Christ’s arrival. The colors were bright and exquisite. John still remembered his appearance when he came to this church to worship.

In just a blink of an eye, everything changed.

Only Stephen Crouch stood under the cross of Christ, stood in the middle of the church, waiting condescendingly and staring at his late self.

"I didn't expect you would choose to welcome me here." John said, shaking his head and looking at Stephen in front of him.

"Can you understand it as a sudden whim?" Stephen's voice was cold and arrogant.

"Here, I am Noah, the savior who leads mankind to a new life."

"Is the Savior?" John sneered: "How come I feel that you are Cain, who killed his kinsman, and therefore get a curse."

In the Bible, Cain was the eldest son of Adam and Eve, and was exiled because he killed his brother with his own hands.

In some records, Cain is regarded as the ancestor of vampires.

Stephen walked down the altar where he was, and the five-meter-high black mecha giant stood before the rows of seats less than one meter, like a descendant angel rather than a human.

"Are you here to show off your verbal power?" Stephen said.

"What do you think I'm going to do here?" John said quietly.

He did not move forward any more.

"I thought you wanted to confess, then surrender, kneel in front of me and beg for my forgiveness to get a chance to survive." Stephen looked at his comrades and enemies in front of him, the only survivor of the massacre.

"After all, when you are extremely close to death, you will understand how precious survival is."

"It's so precious that you can exchange everything you have."

John smiled, laughing echoing in the radio waves between the two: "What if I'm not going to do this?"

He asked with a smile.

"So are you ready for death?" Stephen asked back: "You have proved your failure at the beginning."

"You try to command this army with your stupid sense of kindness and justice, and establish your order, but what you do will only drag us all to the abyss of failure and death."

"Do you know what death is? It is the deepest and coldest abyss in the world, a place that is colder than the air outside."

"Do you want to sleep there?"

"Why did you come here if you want it? Come to me?"

Stephen's words were old and sinister, like a sharp sword, which penetrated deep into the skin.

"I failed," John Smith said straight to the point.

Stephen laughed.

But then, John Smith's next sentence came over.

"Because in this world, there are always some people who regard their lives as supreme things. In order to save their dirty lives, they do not hesitate to trample on the rule of law and morality, and do not hesitate to ignorant conscience and beliefs."

"I never thought that as a soldier who sacrificed his life to the national crisis at any time would be so afraid of death that might come."

The words have not ended.

Stephen raised a hand, and the church dome landed with blue light, and then wrapped John Smith in it.

It was the ultra-high voltage current, which made John tremble all over and completely lost control of his mecha.

Stephen walked to John step by step, clenched his fists, and smashed him hard on the head of John's mecha.

Only a heavy impact and the sound of metal breaking were heard.

John's mecha's head suddenly broke and twisted under a punch.

Stephen then reached out and grabbed John's mecha's head and lifted him up.

It's like the child mentions his beloved Transformers toy.

“Say it again.”
Chapter completed!