Chapter five hundred and ninety first unusual stars
"Hey, Bunker, want some?"
In the watchtower of the camp, the soldier on duty today, York, raised the wine bottle in his hand and said to the foreign mercenary Bunker, who was carefully observing the display screen of the detection instrument and supplementing it with naked eyes from time to time.
"No, alcohol will numb my nerves and make me make mistakes."
Bunker refused without looking back.
Even though he has spent nearly half a year here, his temperament that is completely different from that of the people from Planet G is still the same as before.
Bunker is not his original name. He has a very long name, which represents his family history and personal glory.
In order to facilitate activities on Planet G and for some other purposes, he finally chose the name Bunker for temporary use.
When wandering in the multiverse, it is very difficult to persevere in your heart.
Not everyone can maintain their original values and will under the influence of a foreign culture for a long enough period of time.
But Bunker will not do that, because he has enough and deep-rooted pride in his own civilization. He is proud of his own civilization, and he will not choose to accept these foreign civilizations.
In a sense, this is also a kind of arrogance, but it is an arrogance that only a sufficiently powerful and prosperous civilization can possess.
"You're always like this...the instrument will help us find those dirty bugs. The purpose of our existence is to ensure that the instrument can operate correctly. It's time for you to change your old perspective."
York shrugged noncommittally, then drank a sip of strong wine and said drunkenly.
Although everyone in the military camp felt that Bunker was an unapproachable person, only when they faced those terrifying and terrifying void monsters could they understand the dependable reliability behind this seemingly stubbornness.
.
Bunker is a comrade worth trusting.
However, daily communication can indeed be a bit troublesome.
I heard his profession is Paladin?
Thinking of a group of these people living together every day, York felt his scalp numb. It must be more despairing than staying vigil with the old man who guarded the cemetery in the camp.
York opened his combat uniform, and the alcohol made him feel a little hot.
"I heard that there is a new online player in the camp?"
Suddenly, Bunker turned his head and looked at York and asked.
"Network players? That's... Oh, my Bunker, you have to say foreign mercenaries, otherwise those politicians will say you don't have enough ideological awareness..."
York shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.
Of course, he didn't drink like this every day, but the recent death of a man in his team made him feel a little tight in his chest.
Death is not something to be afraid of, only being close to it is scary...
"Bunker, do you think we can win?"
"Can we... continue to live on this planet?"
At this moment, York asked tremblingly.
Bunker looked at York, his eyes were a little red and full of complicated things.
Maybe there is fear, maybe there is reluctance, maybe more of it is confusion about the future...
"..."
Bunker said nothing, but silently patted York on the shoulder.
"Fuck, can't you lie...even if it's just that we have a slight chance!"
However, this did not calm down York, but his emotions became more intense:
"You know, you are lucky. At least you can escape through your thing called the Comprehensive Network. I...and my family, we have nowhere to escape!"
"I'm not running away, York."
Bunker looked at York, whose body was constantly shaking. He was silent for a while and then said.
"Some people come here to kill, some people come here to be moved, and I come here to redeem myself."
Bunker looked up at the sky, his body emitting a faint white light under the unclear moonlight.
The white light warmed York's heart like it had an invisible power. He began to become calmer, and the sadness caused by the death of his comrades began to fade. A kind of courage that originated from his will was inspired.
"I believe in you, Bunker, that you can definitely become what you call a 'legend'. I will be your witness and witness that you get what you want."
"For a person like you, no amount of glory will be dimmed because of you."
York looked at Bunker and said.
How much he wanted to say that he would fight side by side with him, but he couldn't...
Because it is difficult for people who have not stimulated the most superficial source energy to control source energy weapons.
Human will has become so cheap and fragile under the filtering of planes.
How much he longs for source energy, just a little bit, just a trace!
He wanted to die on the way to the core of the void, rather than jumping from a high tower as a scout amid moral condemnation and spiritual torture.
He is a soldier, at least he once was, and he wants to choose the way to die...
"Yeah?"
York was startled suddenly, and he seemed to hear a deep voice appear in his ears.
His vision became blurry, and even Bunker's strong body became blurry.
He saw...
Yes, in the vast void above the tower, a huge, unknown humanoid existence wearing a black cloak is quietly suspended there.
He knew that it was looking at him...
"And what's the price, mortal?"
It spoke, and its voice had a dead silence and low tone that was completely opposite to the world of the living.
"My everything!"
York tore open his suit, bared his chest and roared at the unknown existence.
"Hahaha, greedy mortal, as you wish!"
It was laughing wildly, and the night trembled for it, and then it looked at York, and a coldness that York had never felt emerged from his body.
At that moment, York knew that this was what death felt like.
Then the next moment, York's vision returned to normal, and he saw Bunker looking at him with a strange look.
"I……"
York tried to speak, but he found that his voice had become extremely dry, as if it had lost its vitality.
He touched his cheek tremblingly. It had become extremely dry, leaving only a thin layer of skin.
It was as if he had lost decades of his life in an instant.
However, a cold, powerful force surged in his body, and he could feel that he could control death and fear at will through this power...
But Bunker knew that York lost more than just these...
"Are they coming too..."
Bunker raised his head, and for a moment, he could see that a few stars in the sky suddenly became brighter.
The war situation seems to be becoming more and more complicated, and everything is rapidly falling into a chaotic situation.
Just when a subtle and complicated atmosphere was permeating the tower, a harsh alarm sounded from the detection equipment, and then they saw a huge monster slowly moving towards the camp from the darkness in the distance.