The drowsy Soshiyang shuddered and found himself standing among the black ruins. Its only composition was the large and small black stone fragments.
Looking up, Soshiyang only saw a darkness, the sky was dim and the stars were silent.
This is a terrible scene.
Not only that, the whole world is echoing the howling of death that once had many people. Soshiyang stood on the ruins and looked around. The fragile bones were paved into a carpet covering the surface, and they melted and fused together, obviously not for natural reasons.
When he pricked up his ears and listened, he could escape from the noisy sea of sounds, just like notes in music.
It seemed as if they sang for him only, and welcomed him home.
The remains of cities have become their cities, surrounding them with desolation, a rough psychologically shaped abandoned kingdom.
Soshiyang took two steps, and then saw a collapsed obelisk, and was stunned.
He knew this place, or he would never forget it in his life.
This is the world engine—
The surroundings were silent, but Soshiyang could feel the aliens lingering in the shadowed broken walls, and those creatures with phosphorescence lurked in the broken buildings, both alive and dead.
The broken world engine falls into a world between life and death.
Soshiyang had just taken two steps when suddenly, he stopped.
Just as I was going to join this carnival, the wind was slowly weakening.
Then he mumbled and turned around, something was coming.
"finally."
The creatures shining all over the body moved quickly through the ruins and in the direction he was in. No metal product could move so quickly or smoothly, but these were different.
These monsters are very disgusting and extremely thin, and are more similar to some lizards that live in the natural world. Although they are covered with liquid metal compared to scales, they use blade-shaped limbs similar to broken shapes to shuttle on the ground.
The skinner, but not exactly the same.
They scattered and disappeared into the shadow of the ruins.
Even with superhuman senses, Soshiyan found it difficult to keep track of them, and he began to enter a state of combat, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and began to wait.
After a moment, as the clock ticked, the wind began to roar, and he was surrounded by the howling of death.
For a moment, he sang with them, his voice rose like the wind and then fell down.
It was an ancient song, but he didn't know what it was called.
In an instant, driven by instinct, Soshiyang turned around, and his sword suddenly bounced into his hand as if he had the will, splitting the first monster that rushed up into two, and a liquid metal that emitted hot steam flowed out of the cut chest.
The monster kicked his legs towards the sky, refusing to accept the coming of death.
Soshyan stepped on the monster's bones until it fell completely.
Continuing to sing, he moved, and the second monster left the high ground, and while it searched for him, he saw it, Soshyan approached the canopy made of metal and bone piles, and he could hear the jagged monster moving at the edges of his limbs, so he reached for the pistol.
Suddenly, some monsters appeared behind him.
"Very smart."
He whispered, then rushed with his pistol and opened fire.
A corpse flashing with a glimmer fell to the ground, and Soshiyang waved his sword and stabbed it backwards, approaching the second head and jumped out of the monster from the hidden place.
When the claws grabbed the power armor, its bent chin was unconsciously opened and closed up and down. Its eyes were sensors that locked the target. Soshiyang shook his head, took a step back and threw the sword at the other party, nailing it directly to the ground.
But when Soshiyang just drew his sword, the vibration from the earth made his expression serious.
A terrifying behemoth came out of the fog, perhaps as huge as the Emperor Titan, and it is not very appropriate to use this adjective.
It has countless hands, supporting half of the body that is similar to a human form. If it is appropriate to describe it, it should be called crawling.
More importantly, its body also flows in silver liquid metal. After the liquid lands, it becomes countless monsters.
And when Soshiyang looked at the head of the crawling metal giant, he was stunned.
Because that's his face-
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Soshiyang was wandering on the wasteland.
He had no weapons or armor protection, so he could only run away with his feet.
The dust was flying, the limestone shattered, and the warrior staggered, but he didn't stop for a moment.
He was filled with bone-bone frost, and there was a strange and terrifying metal nightmare behind it. He didn't dare to stop, as stopping meant death.
Suddenly, he pricked up his ears, and the roars coming from behind gradually became blurred - perhaps it was the bitter cold wind that cut these creepy screams into pieces, or perhaps it was God's blessing that they gave up their pursuit.
He prayed secretly that it would be best if things would be as he wished, but he could not suppress his inner worries.
What was even more shocking was the roar that came into my ears. The screams of the metal giant could not belong to the world at all. When this sound came out of my throat, it was a scream like a chanting of a blade.
The hostility released by the cold that enveloped the world itself also increased and unabated.
This is not the cold in ordinary concepts, it is even more cold and abominable. The touch like a physical touch falls on the surface of the skin, like caressing, like kissing, soaking armor, piercing bones, and constantly drawing power from his body - although this is just his illusion.
In his memory, even the void has never bit his body as fiercely and cruelly.
The snow fell into frost, and it shattered with his progress, and accumulated again at the moment of his next breath.
Such a blizzard is by no means the world.
He staggered and continued walking forward, and the rocks shattered.
He was tripped to the ground for a moment, and the pain made him instinctively spit out a curse, but before he even said anything, the cold wind could not wait to hit his tongue, swept away with the unformed syllables, and he didn't even hear his own voice.
Just behind him, the loud metal howl was getting closer and closer, so close that it was crazy.
In the end, he still couldn't escape its pursuit.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, forcing his already overwhelmed muscles to enter a running state again.
Every breath is as painful as a jigsaw pulling back and forth. It sucks the Senhan Ice Waterfall into the throat, and spits out the little warmth left.
In the past, he also consciously brought himself into a state of static, in which he gradually stopped the biological process from functioning, thus causing the body to fall into a deep sleep created by artificially created.
But this time it is completely different. It does not slow down the speed of life, but makes it irresistible to dry up.
Physiologically, what he was heading for was not the fake death he had experienced—