If this lump of flesh and blood polymer is allowed to complete the integration.
Then its level can reach at least the upper level of the second level silver level.
It is even on the verge of forming a domain-level pollution center ‘mother nest’ in the early stages of the third level.”
Hear her say that.
Rendell subconsciously licked her bright red lips:
"How dangerous is it?"
"For ordinary people, it can be called an extinction crisis."
Crossan pushed up her round glasses and added:
"But for you.
It’s excellent firewood.”
now.
In the sewers deep in the Port of Return of the Signon Province, which has gradually declined and died due to the disaster.
Hidden is a wasteland punk-style survivor camp.
The camp is composed of various abandoned buildings and ruins, as if it had been eroded by disaster long ago, leaving only loneliness and dilapidation.
The fortifications made of barbed wire and layers of steel are extremely cold, revealing vigilance and helplessness against external dangers.
The gas lights hanging from the low ceiling in the camp were dim and cold, reflecting the tired and slightly decadent faces of the survivors.
The mechanical noise of steampunk is suppressed a lot in the sewer pipes, and sometimes it is not as good as the sound of dripping water and the distant roar coming from nowhere.
Inside the camp.
The survivors were wrapped in shabby wasteland-style clothing.
The vast majority of people just hold on to the only supplies they have.
Some people even sat in the corner with dull eyes holding the relics left by their relatives, with long-dried tears still remaining in the corners of their eyes.
They shrank under the cold light.
Looking at the extremely unfamiliar world in front of me with fear.
Even the thick steel armor of the once-famous Steam Guard was covered with deep signs of damage.
"Old York, help me repair the shoulder armor."
A slightly deep female voice sounded from a tent in the sewer.
She used her scarred right hand to place a steel shoulder armor on a dirty table not far from the steam engine.
boom!
The steel shoulder armor hit the table with a heavy sound.
Just listen to the sound.
Many people can feel its weight.
But this is just one part of the armor worn by the Steam Guard.
Old York held a huge tong in his hand that was plasticizing steel at high temperatures, and put the tong aside.
He turned around and saw the piece of equipment that needed repair.
The sweaty old blacksmith, wearing only a vest, sighed:
"Shelley, you are still young.
These things should not be your responsibility.
not to mention..."
He hesitated to speak.
But the young female guard of the Steam Guard understood what the old blacksmith wanted to express.
She showed a contradictory look that was both fragile and a little strong:
"If I don't go.
Who can save us?
Is it the royal capital that has completely abandoned the province of Signon because it cannot protect itself?
Or.
Kneel down on the ground and pray for mercy from the so-called gods."
Her words were full of unwillingness and despair.
In this wasteland punk sewer full of decay and death, the survivors formed a fragile shelter.
And Alexandra Faras Shelly is a member of the Steam Guard.
After taking off her heavy armor, she was just a fifteen-year-old girl.
Shelly is a member of the Steam Guard, who protects civilians when disaster strikes.
At the same time, in order to cover the escape of those damn nobles, in a confrontation with zombies, all her teammates died, and she was the only one who survived.
Her right arm was severely bitten, leaving a wound that could not heal. She had to endure the pain every day.
only.
Even so.
In this dark and smelly sewer, Shelly also needs to work hard with the survivors to resist the invasion of mutants.
They used abandoned steam facilities and remaining weapons to try their best to protect this last refuge.
However, a more terrifying existence is quietly approaching.
They are monsters called "flesh aggregates" that feed on zombies, constantly devouring and evolving.
This is the news I only got after losing the former Captain Green of the Homecoming Port Steam Guard a few days ago.
Its appearance has plunged the already precarious survivors into an even more desperate situation.
Facing the upcoming decisive battle.
She knew that this battle might be her last farewell,
The old blacksmith remained silent.
He couldn't give an answer.
His body, barely supported by his right leg prosthesis, was unable to participate in the battle.
Being able to hammer and forge and repair damaged armor next to a high-temperature furnace is the last thing that the old blacksmith can do.
He handed over the steam-driven furnace sword that he had forged for a long time.
"Take it, maybe kill the monster and the disaster will be over."
The old blacksmith knew that what he said was very pale.
It doesn't even have any credibility.
but now.
This was the only comfort he could give.
In desperate situations, human beings always want to find a glimmer of hope.
Even if it's just a glimmer of light.
only.
This is the kingdom of eternal night
(The Land of the Eternal Night)
A place shrouded in eternal night.
Shelly nodded. She silently put on the scarred heavy metal helmet, slung the giant steam sword behind her back, and walked towards the door of the shelter with heavy but heavy steps.
Many people saw her heavy figure and remained silent in the atmosphere of despair.
Except for the two younger guards who stayed behind.
The remaining nine Steam Guard guards have already assembled at the door.
They headed towards the location on the surface given by Captain Green before the poison struck.
Even if.
With a pitiful single-digit number like nine Steam Guards, they probably wouldn't be able to make a single ripple in the tide of mutants.
the other side.
After detecting the location of the Kuroshio flesh and blood aggregate through Croshan's life signal monitoring equipment.
Su Wen calmly adjusted his black top hat.
Then walked there with them.
After casually dealing with the mutants along the way.
He saw his destination while raising his lantern and looking into the distance.
In the eternal night.
Steampunk-style decaying buildings stand in a deserted city.
The walls of the building have long been broken, and the huge steel body exudes an icy chill under the illumination of the lantern circle in the distance.
A few of the windows there were still tightly closed, leaving only a few shaky gas lamps shining eerily in the distance.
The interior of the building echoed with a low hum, like the pulsation of some huge machine.
Gradually.
Resonating with the psychic lineage.
From the deep shadows, he heard the heavy sounds coming from several floors there.
It seemed as if something huge was moving slowly.
Croshan opened the laptop and typed quickly on the keyboard with both hands.
And in the night.
The laptop screen in front of her was also flashing alternate red warning lights and yellow data analysis:
"Ah
The Kuroshio aggregate is so active yet so huge.
It’s almost the same as the ‘silt’ at the bottom of the Lost Sea.