In his sleep, Chen Xing came to a magnificent palace.
The evening breeze blew gently, and among the swaying gauze curtains, countless graceful bodies danced gracefully. The thin mist filled the Qionglou Yuyu, like a palace in the sky or a fairyland on earth.
A ghostly whisper came from the depths of the palace. It was a deep, gasping sound that seemed to be suppressed by great pain. It seemed that someone was being tortured, and the huge pain had made him unable to make a sound.
The beams are carved with all kinds of lascivious and flashy patterns, including fairy palace dancing girls and Yaochi fairyland, while on the other side is a hot iron oil pan with a group of demons dancing wildly.
It's fragrant and terrifying, as if you've entered the legendary devil's palace, filled with all kinds of depraved desires.
In the middle of the palace is a huge pool. The pool water is rippling with blue waves and exudes a strong aroma of wine. Countless young girls were sitting around the edge of the wine pool, with rosy faces and charming faces. Some were lying on the edge of the pool, playing softly in the water, and some were lying on the ground with their clothes exposed, holding the jade pot high, holding it. A slender drink poured into his mouth. The nectar overflowed and splashed everywhere.
Sitting on the high throne was a fat man with a round belly and a thick body. His face was full of flesh and sinister, like a demon king.
Dozens of young girls surrounded the Demon King, with graceful figures and beautiful faces. Some were prostrate at His feet, some were lying on His shoulders, and some were hugging His neck. Her expression is intimate, her smile is sweet, her body is as graceful as a snake, and she looks like a scene that can only be found in the legendary Pure Land of Paradise.
Chen Xing walked slowly and met the eyes of the devil surrounded by women.
The gong-like eyes narrowed slightly, then laughed loudly.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
A long-lost smile appeared on his big dark face, as if he had finally met his soulmate after countless reincarnations.
The Demon King pushed aside the girls around him, strode down the stairs with bare feet, rushed in front of Chen Xing, stretched out his big hands like cattail leaf fans and pressed them on the other's shoulders.
"You finally came!"
"Come on, come with me to rule the world!"
At this moment, they were like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, laughing at the same time.
Wine pond and meat forest are exactly Chen Xing’s deepest wish.
At the same time, the wind and clouds surged in Chen Xingling Sea, the sky and the island shook violently, and a space-time crack slowly opened.
Black smoke filled the air from the cracks, covering the sky.
A ghostly face emerged from the crack, with blue eyes and white eyes, and was extremely fierce. In the black mist, a huge hand stretched out, grasped the edge of the crack, tilted its shoulders slightly, and squeezed in bit by bit.
However, just when most of the Demon King's body was about to squeeze into the realm, the sea surface suddenly became violent, and a powerful whistle sounded from the bottom of the sea.
"Woo..."
The sound was powerful and vast, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, like a horn declaring war to the sky. Thousands of rays of light rose from the sea, and the sea surface surged and boiled like boiling water.
The iron will and the passion between life and death turned into a vast and boundless aura, soaring straight into the sky.
The eyes of ghosts and gods stared at the sea, with a look of fear gradually showing on their faces.
The body that squeezed in shrank back little by little, and finally with a sigh, the cracks in time and space slowly closed, and the spiritual sea returned to tranquility.
In the retreat room, Chen Xing stared blankly at the broken wine vat. The red cloth bag and the clay pottery fragments lost their lavender light and became extremely ordinary.
The Great Demon King, who had searched for him thousands of times and worked hard to find him, was actually driven away by his own burning warship...
At this moment, Chen Xing only had regrets in his heart. Why did he find a master to come back to serve him? It was like shooting himself in the foot.
When it is needed, it remains silent; when it is not needed, it comes out to make its presence felt.
But now that the matter was over, he had no other choice but to suppress his unhappiness, collect his mood, and turn his attention to another undercurrent relic.
It was a remnant of a robotic arm, with pipes and hydraulics inside. It looked like part of some kind of humanoid machine.
Chen Xing once again immersed his consciousness in the undercurrent relics and felt the guidance from behind.
The consciousness gradually fell into the boundless darkness...
After wandering in the cold and dark space for an unknown amount of time, a beam of light gradually appeared in the endless darkness.
Following the guidance of the light, consciousness enters a fog.
My consciousness seemed to be flying at high speed, and the surrounding scenes gradually became clearer.
At the far end, a mountain peak appeared. The mountain peaks were extremely tall and shrouded in mist, suddenly far away and suddenly close, like a dream.
His consciousness kept flying forward, and countless fragments of scenes passed through his eyes. Mountains of electronic waste, endless industrial ruins, and zombie-like scavengers.
At this moment, Chen Xing felt his heart skip a beat without any warning. He seemed to see a pair of eyes suddenly opening in the endless darkness. The eyeballs were as red as blood and extremely terrifying.
The burning pain in his shoulder seemed to remind him that the threat of the abyss was approaching.
We have come this far and there is absolutely no way we can go back. Chen Xing gritted his teeth and continued flying towards the light source.
After a long time, he reached the end of the light source. My eyes lit up and I suddenly became enlightened.
What appeared in front of him was a continuous garbage dump. Mountains and mountains stretch all the way to the end of the world.
The remains of various mechanical creations piled up in mountains, including refrigerators and televisions, various household appliances, cars and trucks, various vehicles, as well as the remains of various engineering machinery, production machinery, and various bionic robots.
It seems to be a huge mechanical tomb, the final destination of all mechanical creations in the multiverse.
Following the mysterious guidance, Chen Xing came to a certain place in the mechanical cemetery.
A humanoid shadow was sitting on the garbage heap, with its back to him, looking at the sky in trance.
The silhouette over there looks indescribably lonely.
A memory comes to mind.
The figure of a young man was wandering on the garbage pile, lowering his head from time to time to rummage through the garbage at his feet.
The scene changed. In a simple tin house, the boy pieced together his first electronic device, a semiconductor radio.
He repeatedly adjusted the channel, but could not receive any signal, as if he was the only one in this vast world.
After a while, the boy pieced together a multi-legged vehicle by picking up rubbish. He drove the vehicle and climbed up and down the garbage piles, but no matter how loud he screamed or how excited he was, he only received an empty garbage mountain in response.
A year later, the teenager pieced together a huge excavator to dig out the "treasures" deep in the garbage dump.
Ten years later, the boy repaired a bionic man. But the androids are not human and can only repeat a few sentences.
Thousands of years later, the boy was able to build huge machines, but he was still alone. Every day, I rummage through the trash for various parts and assemble them into various machines to pass the boring time.
Chen Xing felt the loneliness and loneliness of the young man. Although there were not many moments when he felt lonely in his life, when he first traveled through time, he had no one with him and no idea about the way forward. The huge feeling of loneliness almost overwhelmed him.
At this moment, there was a tingling sensation on the scalp again, and the mark on the shoulder was dripping with blood.
No, there's almost no time!
Chen Xing took a deep breath and stepped forward to put his arm around Heiying's shoulders.
"follow me."
"I won't let you be alone again."
"I guarantee that everything you do will be needed and play its due role!"
The black shadow slowly turned his face, nodded somewhat dully, and then followed the inviter and left the garbage dump.
After a moment, a human-shaped black figure appeared in the corner of the Goblin Island. Sitting quietly in the corner, his back is lonely and desolate.
In the retreat room, Chen Xing slowly opened his eyes.
After some investigation, a hint of surprise appeared on his face. He didn't expect that this little guy was quite useful.
The Garbage King, a lonely king born on the garbage heap, can piece together anything needed from mechanical garbage.
It could be a giant robot, a giant tank, or even a giant artillery piece.
Although he does not have the ferocious and powerful power of the Great Demon King, he can be ever-changing and cope with various situations.
