There were some weak wall lights flickering in the dark corridor, and blood-red liquid covered the outside of the lamp wall, adding a hint of unspeakable terror to the darkness that was not quiet. Du Jin shrank his body in the corridor as much as possible. In the aisle compartment, through the gap in the alloy door of the compartment, he felt extremely uneasy at this time: "This style of painting is not right!" The weapons of high-dimensional civilization, the blood moon that destroys all life, technology... .... Collision with the doomsday, is it possible for him from another world to change this dying universe... This article refers to the elements of Dead Space and is an imaginary world. Any similarity is purely coincidental. Thank you for your support【Expand】【Collapse】
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