The thing that appeared on the road ahead of Veronica looked four or five meters high, wearing rotten and heavy armor, behind her were the sturdy translucent insect wings, her arms and legs drooped weakly, and she did not move, almost like those scarecrows strung with wooden sticks in the field.
Veronica observed the other person carefully, but she couldn't see the face clearly because the other person's hood was pressed very low, but she noticed the huge, faint sickle that the "scarecrow" was holding in both hands.
With fear and curiosity, Veronica approached carefully. She noticed that the armor on the giant looked familiar, very similar to the human Astartes' armor.
“Isa…”
Suddenly, a whisper rang out, Veronica stopped and looked around vigilantly.
Those monsters were gone, the world was silent, only her own heartbeat.
Just as she was hesitating whether to get closer, the motionless figure suddenly raised her head, and Veronica immediately saw the scarred face wearing a breathing mask, and her eyes as if they were dull abyss, staring at her like a predator.
“Isa…”
As he murmured the name, the giant's insect wings shook suddenly, and he raised the huge sickle in his hand. In an instant, countless dark flies surged out of the wheat fields like smoke, covering the world like the end of the world.
Veronica screamed and she woke up.
"Dream..."
She looked around the bedroom with a pale face and sweating all over the sky. For some reason, she felt that the foul stinking remained in her nose.
Veronica felt that the air here was so dull, so she got out of bed, put on her shoes and pushed them away, and walked through the twisted and weird garden.
In front, a spire was towering high, and the conspiracy groups around her only glanced at her and continued their guard work.
Veronica walked into the tower, carrying her skirt and headed up the spiral stairs, and finally arrived at the spiral.
Although she can't finish the whole picture of Comoros, she can also see the most representative side of Comoros through the glass-free windows.
The first thing that catches your eye is the "black sun". These dead stars shining with vicious light were subdued at the heyday of the Spiritual Empire and hung on the spike-like towers of Comorona, providing an almost endless supply of energy for the dark city.
Under the dark sun is the central spire of Comoros and the area where Veronica is located. This is the residence of most consuls and elite warriors. The shiny stone, alloy, resin, flesh and glass form an incredible high-rise structure. It is simply magnificent when looking at the appearance. At the same time, you can also see the statue of the highest consul standing on a spiral tower, where is the palace and nest of the overlord of the Youdu Victor.
But Veronica only thought the statue was particularly funny.
"The scenery is good, compared to the boring and boring Ark of Spirit Bones."
Suddenly, a contemptuous voice sounded, Veronica turned her head and saw Efrenie wearing simple black gladiator sitting on a windowsill on the side, with one leg on it, trimming her nails with a sharp dagger, her long black hair was gently moved by the breeze.
"Do you think the scenery here is more beautiful than your hometown?"
"At least it doesn't bore me that much."
"What are you tired of? Serious dogma? Nagging elders?"
"everything."
"Then what can you get here?"
Ifrene raised her palm, looked at her sharp nails, and smiled slightly.
“The feeling of being alive.”
As she said that, she sent the dagger back into the sheath.
"Don't you think the Ark is a living grave? Living people are with the dead, and everyone tells you that one day you must become that dead... I can't accept the fallacy of 'living is for death' anyway."
"Is it difficult for you to have no people or things in your hometown that you really care about?"
Ifrene frowned slightly, and then she spat out the window with a very unlady.
"You don't need to care about my affairs, and I'm just running away from home, but you're hanging out with a monkey. This is also very heavy-tasting in Comoros."
Veronica suddenly laughed. Perhaps someone quarreled to relieve her nervousness for many days, or perhaps because of the other party's somewhat childish but straightforward personality.
"I think he is okay. Why have you never seen him reach such a conclusion?"
But Veronica's reaction made Ifrenie look confused.
"What?"
"Soshiyan."
"I'm not interested in knowing a monkey, I just need to know how to kill them."
"So how do you choose your spouse in Beyetan?"
“How to choose?”
Ifrene said disdainfully:
“We never choose where children are mapped with genes when they are born, and when they become adults, they will pair with spouses with matching genes so that they can reproduce to the maximum extent possible for the benefit of the entire population.”
Veronica finds this premeditated choice annoying, but she tries not to let her feelings come out.
“But what if two people are attracted to each other?”
"What?"
"like."
“Is it more important than survival? I don’t think so.”
“Didn’t you ever love each other in your hometown?”
“Some do.”
Ifrenie turned her head, but Veronica had noticed that some indescribable shadows were flashing on the other party's usual calm face.
"What if a person falls in love with someone who doesn't match the genetic map?"
"Then they will give birth to children judged as inferior to genetics! And they will also be punished, severe punishment! You have already asked enough questions about this. I am not your mentor, aren't you?"
Veronica did not wince at Ifrene's sudden intense tone, but instead realized something and said softly:
"Sorry, I didn't mean it."
The other party did not answer, but just leaned against the window ridge and turned his head out the window, as if he was observing the spire of Comoros in the distance.
Veronica was about to say something, but suddenly she was surrounded by an inexplicable chill, and felt a powerful hurricane tearing the curtain, and heard the distant screams and impossible whispers-these sounded as clear as she heard in bed in the middle of the night.
She turned to look at the black sun in Comoros, and for some reason she felt a ripples blur the black sun in the mist.
The next moment, her robe rolled up and down with the blowing of the powerful etheric wind, and her skin was washed by invisible energy, which entered the bone marrow even deeper through her skin.
"It's coming..."
Veronica whispered unconsciously, and Efrenie turned her head.
"What?"
"Something is coming towards here, very close..."
Ifrene thought this guy was having some nerves.
But the next second, countless ghosts rushed into the room. These fleeting unnatural forms were difficult to describe, but she only felt that the tower was filled with some kind of rottenness.
Subconsciously, she suddenly pulled out the dagger, but those forms disappeared in the blink of an eye.
“These are…”
She came to Veronica, but found that the other party was staring at Comoros's Black Ridge, just repeating a sentence.