Soshiyang clearly felt that the lungs in the chest were slowly expanding, gradually freezing into hard and useless pieces of meat, and the beating of the heart became heavier.
Nowadays, they are more like stirring the viscous ice water in vain than performing their original functions, dutifully pumping blood into where it should go.
He started running, silver liquid flowing out of the broken cleft of the skin, and it slowly flowed down the gray skin.
Soshiyang could no longer remember where these wounds came from. The cold wind made it difficult for him to think about it. They poured into his mind, sweeping away the few thoughts left without a trace.
The ground shattered again, but this time it no longer slipped quietly from his boots—instead of unexpected collapse, with nothing to start with.
He found himself slipping to the ground, and the falling rocks made him unable to stand up at all. Only the hand he could instinctively stretched out in panic saved his life so that he would not fall into the crack of the abyss that did not exist three seconds ago.
At this moment, he was hanging in the air, his whole body weight was only supported by his arms, and the muscles there were already sore as if they had been torn apart.
And below there is only deep darkness and howling wind. This is an abyss where the road is neither estimated in width nor estimated in depth. It may be the huge mouth of the abominable alien god who devours the world.
It seems particularly easy to give up life. Even if he persists, the ending of his scarred body will not be to endure the pain of frostbite for a few minutes before being swallowed by the storm, or tore it into pieces by the terrifying giant jaw, and die in its hot and sharp sharpness.
In the teeth.
No! As a warrior, he must never regard falling into darkness as his ending.
Just as he felt his fingers gradually slipping from the edge of the rock, a large shadow fell on him.
He raised his head, thinking that he would face the metal giant's glittering teeth, or its huge palm.
But what fell into his eyes was neither.
An incredible man appeared on the edge of the cliff, fully armed, and the silver-gray cloak roared behind him.
"Soshiyan."
The speaker was Anto Amulad, who stretched out his hand to the warrior hanging in the air.
However, Soshiyang did not hold the other party's hand or speak. Bingfrost sealed his lips and his tongue was frozen and numb.
Amulad smiled and stretched out his hand wrapped in his armor again.
"Come on, boy, it's time to leave."
For a moment, he fell into a short dream, which was not real sleep, but more similar to stagnant darkness.
The consciousness continued to surge like a tide, and suddenly, he felt a certain ethereal warmth, which was faint and indifferent, easily arousing people's sleepiness. When it gently brushed across the surface of his skin, he opened his eyes and vaguely saw a cluster of swaying orange flames in the corner.
"Soshiyan?"
Amulad's voice came from his ears,
Soshyan still had no answer.
It was not that he was unwilling, but that he could not. His tongue was lying between his gums that were indepressed with pain, and seemed to have completely lost consciousness.
At the same time, his thoughts are still struggling to form on the edge of consciousness.
"Do you know--"
The voice asked:
"How close were you to death just now? How far are you from it now? Cheer up, you little guy."
His eyes closed, and at first he swept away disgust, and then everything returned to nothingness.
When they woke up again, what fell into their eyes was the broken gray-black metal bulkheads, most of which were dyed amber by the bonfire.
The fragmented scenes I experienced not long ago fell from his consciousness. He saw the destruction of stars and the silver god, and then it let out a terrifying roar...
Then there was nothing.
This time he finally stood up successfully, pain spreading around each bone, and at the same time, his joints made a low and dumb sound.
The space here is small, but after seeing it clearly, Soshiyang was shocked.
He was very sure that this was the bridge of the Storm, the former flagship of the battle group.
But now the bridge is only left with torn bulkheads and domes. Some broken walls are bathed in the light and heat emitted by the flames. He was tortured by the cold for a long time and breathed greedily, as if the life itself was swallowed into his lungs.
The heat was filled with the smell of blood and ashes. Even so, it was a rare happiness for the throat that had tasted the bitter taste of Frost Han.
"I began to think you've already gone to the Emperor."
The huge figure sitting next to the fire said to himself,
Soshyan stared at his commander, the older warrior whispering the center of the flame with a thick dead stick.
As those words poured out of his mouth, Soshiyan knew that it was not something he really wanted to say.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you, Commander of the War."
Amulad smiled again, his eyes still staring at the fire in front of him.
"What are you observing, Soshiyan?"
"Corpsy."
The young warrior answered.
"You are dead, commander of the battle."
"is that so?"
Amulad let go of his hand and threw the branches into the fire. The dancing orange-red light and shadow rushed up in an instant, swallowing it up with the unburned fern leaves.
"I'm reviving the war."
Soshiyang said softly, countless chaotic thoughts began to gather, they collided with each other, connected, whether true or false, false, and real. He began to doubt whether he was truly awake at this moment.
“We will be stronger than…in the past.”
"Oh, that's really good."
Amulad mumbled, maybe it was laughter.
"You are such a hero."
Soshiyang struggled to stand firm, walked to the fire, and sat against his already dead leader of the battle.
"Am I in a dream?"
"That's your first question? I thought you'd ask something more practical, do you know where you are?"
"Where am I?"
Amulad's eyes lit up, deep and dark, with a joyful look flashing in it.
“A shelter.”
"I understand, then where is this shelter?"
“It’s here.”
Soshiyan felt an instinctive irritation, and he grinned and breathed.
“What is ‘right here’?”
"It's the ultimate belonging of all of us."
Amulad laughed loudly, and he lifted his cloak straight, revealing his scarred power armor.
The other party's chest completely turned into a terrible ruin, and the cracked wound spread from the throat to the abdomen. Below were the destruction of internal organs and fragmented bodies. They were frozen in the frost, with almost no trace of distortion and deformation.
"Tell me, how are the battle group now? How is the Knight of the Star Realm?"
“We are stronger than ever.”
"Emperor, I really miss you. The scenes of you being recruited and being trained have always appeared in front of me."