Rozim kept walking deeper into the jungle, occasionally climbing up steep and rocky ridges. Only someone with superhuman physical strength and endurance like him could trek through the jungle carrying a lot of things.
Under the cover of the tree canopy, the jungle seems to have no day or night, making it difficult to judge the time.
Rozim has an old-style watch with a black rubber band connected to the steel clock face, but since entering the planet's surface, the clock reading has been blank, nothing, no time mark, or even no time at all, nothing.
, only flashing runes.
The wind in the mountains wrapped around the tree crowns like a swarm of snakes, carrying intermittent rain that tasted like blood.
"What does this smell like?"
Rozim said, putting his finger close to his lips, and then felt a little nauseous.
He held his gun steady, which reassured him more than the kitchen banter.
Guns are strong and reliable. They are simply the last strong and reliable thing in the world, no matter which world they are in.
He likes this modified hot-melt gun very much. It has a wooden stock and body, as well as blue steel accessories. It is spotless and smooth as new. It is not a shabby one that has been used by others and passed down.
.
In addition, there is an automatic pistol on his waist, which, like the melta, comes from Loken's workshop.
After leaving the ridge, Rozim passed through another chasm.
It was a lowland, a swamp, and there had been a battle, a terrible encounter, over overgrown dykes and water-filled channels.
Everywhere you look there are human corpses, most of them have been dead for two or three days and have turned black and swollen due to heat.
The uniforms they wore did not belong to the unit that Rozim knew. He guessed that they were local guardsmen who fled into the jungle after their defeat, where they eventually died.
"We are all Imperial people."
Rozim said quietly while crossing the corpse:
"You help me, I'll help you, don't blame anyone -"
Then he bent down and pulled out a bunch of dog tags from under a swollen throat.
"Yawen, 61st Reserve Infantry Regiment."
He sighed, then touched the corpse's coat pocket and took out a silver pocket watch.
"You won't need it anyway, right, buddy."
There were at least thirty corpses scattered everywhere, some on the ground, some in streams, and some in ditches.
"Logically speaking, I should help you bury it, but now I'm in a hurry. I've memorized the coordinates. Someone will come and help you clean it up in the future...probably."
Rozim said sincerely, then bent down, took a grenade from the ammunition belt of the corpse, and checked whether it could be used normally.
As he continued deeper into the jungle, the moisture became heavier and heavier, seeming to seep into his bones. Water droplets covered his clothes, sparkling like diamonds.
This rainforest seems to be endless, with water between the trees, like an endless emerald dusk, and the whole person is buried in the emerald darkness from the knees down.
Dim sunlight penetrated the heavy tree canopy like a dying candle, emerald green velvet-like moss wrapped around the tree trunks and half-sunk logs, and the air was filled with a rotten smell that tightened the throat.
Winged insects, each like a watchmaker's exquisite masterpiece, flapped their wings and flew over his head, swirling, then speeding away again.
Rozim's sweaty palms gripped the gun uneasily. The rainforest was not a good place for fighting. He had never liked jungle warfare.
He walked and stopped, stopping from time to time to observe his surroundings and determine his own coordinates to prevent his route from deviating.
"This damn place."
Just as he was complaining, suddenly everything fell silent.
It was scary, and he didn't realize until everything was quiet that the rainforest was filled with noise: the buzz of insects, the rush of water, the cracking of shrubs, the chirping of amphibians, the sounds of birds.
's cry.
Only when everything stopped suddenly did he realize how painful it was to be away from those sounds.
He remained motionless, pricking up his ears, hoping the sounds would come back.
But instinct told Rozim that danger was approaching, so he raised a hand, turned slowly, and aimed his gun, his movement producing only the faintest rumble in the water near his calves.
grumble--!
There was a scream, and something rushed out from the forest behind him.
That thing is about half the size of a human and is similar to a sphere, but its legs are slightly shorter than human standards and it has no arms. Its entire body has no head and neck. Except for its small dark yellow eyes, it is a huge mouth full of predators.
Only sharp teeth.
It rushed and screamed, and the water splashed and turned into mist.
Then he jumped over a half-heavy log and opened his huge mouth forward.
"Do it!"
Rozim fired decisively, and a scorching torrent suddenly hit its torso. The monster's body immediately bent backwards and fell into the green pool, with water splashing everywhere.
It only struggled for a few seconds and then fell completely silent.
"What the hell is that-"
Just as Rozim was about to observe, another monster rushed over, then another, and then a fifth.
They burst out of the topaz shadows, screaming, with no regard for the fate of the first.
"Ri Ke Mao!!"
Rozim retreated while firing, targeting many targets.
An ordinary person would definitely not be able to defeat so many enemies by himself, but Rozim was experienced in many battles.
He shot one cleanly, and the wounded little monster fell screaming and sank into the darkness, but the others caught up.
Their teeth are yellow bones and their throats are red.
Rozim moved like the wind, took a look at the remaining ammunition, turned around and fired again.
One fell, then another.
Then he took out his pistol and killed another one.
But then a sixth one appeared, a monster that was too close, and he failed to hit it.
The guy stretched out his sharp teeth and wanted to rip his throat out.
Rozim ducked down as fast as lightning, then before the monster stood up again, he lifted it up and threw it away, like a scarecrow.
Finally, he shot the monster twice with his pistol.
Silence enveloped everything again, except for the sound of his rapid breathing and the tapping of fallen leaves and bark fragments.
Then, the noise in the rainforest returned, as if it had never left.
Rozim took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
After all this work, he was tired and hungry, so he had to find a place to sit down.
"I'm so hungry... I should have eaten some lunch before going out..."
Rozim, whose stomach was growling, suddenly stared at the box he placed on the ground.
"There are so many...eating a few...should..."
Thinking about it, he slowly reached out to his box.
A few minutes later, when he was almost done eating and closing the box again, a voice suddenly sounded.