Chapter 309 : Public enemy of the whole people, torture of conscience!
Today is a lucky day for this tyrannosaurus that mistakenly entered the micro era.
He became the crusher of life in this desert, and no creature could make it feel uneasy or threatened.
In its eyes, this desert is much more fun than the dangerous forests of the Cretaceous period.
Although there is no tree here except the prickly cactus, there is no opponent.
In the distant Cretaceous period, there were many creatures that made it angry but helpless, such as the agile Oviraptor that could never catch up when it ran.
For example, the Argentinian Titanosaurus towered into the sky and could break its own bones with one kick.
For example, the ferocious Tarbosaurus is evenly matched with itself.
For example, the Ankylosaurus has a thick shell and huge bone spurs between its ribs...
But here, there are only trembling insects.
But today is also an unfortunate day.
It has also become a public enemy.
In this arid desert, there are at least ten million insects trying to kill him.
But the Tyrannosaurus knew that they did not have that ability, and only one dangerous person turned around and ran away under his roar.
Now that I think about it, it's quite ridiculous.
The Tyrannosaurus rex was rampaging through the Black Cove, and the cactus buildings that provided shelter to the miniature humans collapsed one after another like pieces of paper. The insects trembled and fled under their feet.
So far, the Tyrannosaurus Rex has eaten almost 100,000 miniature humans. Hundreds of thousands of bugs enter its mouth as soon as it rolls its tongue. The taste is wonderful. The Tyrannosaurus Rex feels that there is no food more delicious than bugs in the world.
Already.
There was a strange muffled sound in the distant sky. The tyrannosaurus turned its head and looked back warily, suddenly feeling a hint of threat.
The extremely angry '4-Handed Giant Slave' arrived at the Black Coil like a meteor and took off with billowing smoke.
The useless mobile vehicle was abandoned in the air, and then crashed to the ground with a bang.
A circle of air flow spread out rapidly, and the smoke and dust stirred up were like a sandstorm that made the Tyrannosaurus unable to open its eyes.
In the dust and smoke that filled the sky, the '4-Handed Giant Slave' weighing more than 3,000 tons slowly stood up in front of the enemy, the giant turbine on its chest spinning faster and faster.
It is gathering strength!
The Tyrannosaurus rex opened its mouth wide, roared fiercely, and rushed over.
"Get ready to meet the enemy!" Kakala shouted.
The four-handed giant slave took a fighting stance, and the giant turbine on his chest rotated rapidly, putting all the power into his right fist.
The Tyrannosaurus rex rushed over and swung out the powerful punches of the four-handed giant slave heavy armor.
"Boom", the huge iron fist hit the Tyrannosaurus' head head on, sending out a circle of air waves.
However, what flew out was not a tyrannosaurus, but a giant slave with four hands.
Although the 4-handed Giant Slave is the largest war machine built by mankind, it is still not on the same level as this prehistoric beast from 65 million years ago.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex is so big that even the largest human war machine feels like an egg hitting a rock. Sometimes, reality is so cruel.
The four-handed giant slave that was knocked away by the Tyrannosaurus Rex was like a cannonball. After penetrating a huge cactus building, it remained unabated and carved a sand ditch of hundreds of meters in the desert.
But the 4-Handed Giant Slave still struggled to stand up, and raised his fists in a show of battle against the Tyrannosaurus. As an unfinished failure, the 4-Handed Giant Slave had no additional weapons, and the only ones that could be used were the three merging weapons.
A less flexible iron fist.
The previous heavy punch caused the Tyrannosaurus a lot of pain, which completely angered its wild nature.
The tyrannosaurus shook its huge and ugly head and rushed towards the four-handed giant slave.
The shocking loud noise rang out again, and there was no doubt that the human war machine was knocked away again.
The 4-handed giant slave was lying on the sand in a panic and tried to stand up, but the tyrannosaurus had already rushed in front of him.
With a "crash", an arm was torn to pieces by the Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the parts were scattered on the ground.
The ensuing battle was even more tragic, so tragic that even the Tyrannosaurus seemed unwilling to bite the weak 4-handed giant slave.
But the 4-handed giant slave refuses to die and is still fighting!
In this battle, the Tyrannosaurus was a powerful crusher, but in the end, it died in the hands of the four-handed giant slave.
The 4-handed giant slave used the giant weapon discarded by the messenger - the 70-meter-long guard spear to stab the Tyrannosaurus into the belly, penetrated its body, and nailed it firmly to the once infinitely arrogant black cave.
However, the four-handed giant slave, which was almost broken into parts, was completely scrapped and became a burial object of this battle.
In the distance, Lin Shuhang stood alone on the sand dune, looking at Heike with billowing smoke, and lowered his head in shame.
He had seen all that relentless, egg-on-stone battle.
Kakala found this place somehow, her beautiful face was as cold as frost and covered in blood, which was proof that she had fought.
Kakala tried hard to control her emotions that were about to get out of control, and asked: "Messenger, why did you run away?"
Lin Shuhang was like a little boy who made a mistake, lowering his head: "I'm sorry, I'm too scared."
Kakala suddenly shouted angrily: "Are you afraid? What about us? Aren't we afraid of creatures hundreds of times larger than us? Do you know how many miniature people you killed by turning around and running away? Messenger, you are really a good person
Guard!"
Lin Shuhang's head hung lower. He didn't know how many people had died from the mouth of the Tyrannosaurus. He only knew that his turning around and running away had hurt the hearts of the miniature people.
The miniature people love themselves so much. In the dangerous giant forest, they use the power of the whole country to rescue themselves in trouble. On the stormy Atlantic Ocean, they escort themselves to a safe place at the cost of the lives of thousands of soldiers.
And he was so disappointed.
Lin Shuhang felt that there was no heavier punishment in this world than self-blame and guilt.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be a messenger, and I don't deserve to be a messenger. Thank you for helping me during these days."
Lin Shuhang took off his sword, inserted it into the sand, bowed deeply to the destroyed black rock in the distance, turned around and walked towards the depths of the desert. He had no shame to face the miniature man again.
"return!"
Kakala said angrily to Lin Shuhang's leaving back: "You just left like this?"
Lin Shu settled at the airport and remained silent.
Now how could he have the shame to stay in Heiqi? How could he have the shame to continue to be a messenger? He couldn't face those miniature people who once loved them, so he had no choice but to leave.
"Are you ready to escape again?"
Kakala asked: "Do you still want to be a coward? Do you want to continue to hurt the hearts of miniature people? If so, please leave. We miniature people don't need such a messenger."
Lin Shuhang did not leave, and Kakala calmed down: "Lin Shuhang, please remember that people can be afraid, but they cannot retreat. You are our messenger and the hope of the entire civilization. We don't want our hope to be shattered, so you really should
Think carefully about what you did."
Kakala got on the jeep without looking back, leaving Lin Shuhang alone in the empty desert.
Watching Kakala's retreating back, Lin Shuhang stood under the bloody sunset until night enveloped him...
That day, a loud banging sound suddenly sounded deep in the distant desert.
No one knew what the sound was. They only knew that the missing messenger came back the next day.
The only difference was that his face was swollen into a bun.
The days passed like this, Lin Shuhang still carried his two-foot-long steel gun to patrol the black hills every day, but he never escaped from then on. Even when faced with hordes of velociraptors that were like mad dogs, he still stood firm.