"Let me tell you, the brains of these heretical believers may have hidden dangers in subspace."
Soshyan walked up to Thor, took the dagger in his hand, and then picked out a yellow-white semi-solidified mass from the dead man's head.
When the life is drained from the body, decay immediately takes its place, the body's internal connections are completely interrupted, and the cohesion and reactions that make up the body cease to exist.
Although there were no visible signs of decay, Soshyan could still taste the time as he took his first bite of brain tissue.
He swallowed it and closed his eyes.
Soon, memories came flooding back.
A frail man, surrounded by a group of armed men, points at "him."
The man "he" considered a father sold "him" to pay off his debts, and "his" pain increased further.
Another memory emerged, broken and instinctive.
A scrap of food that your stomach longs for when you're hungry, a greasy rag, a warm smile, a kiss on a bruised forehead.
A woman appears, the face of the mother he once believed he had forgotten forever.
Then the picture shattered, and "he" was sobbing, standing at a small station. Many people were like him. This place led to hell, and he would work in the bottomless underground all his life until he died.
In the blink of an eye, "he" became alone again, a little beggar shivering in the shadows and filth.
The chemical stench of the garbage mountain irritated "his" nostrils, just like before.
The picture shattered again.
"He" snorted and realized that he was a skinny young man, crowded into a chaotic crowd, and his ears were filled with rumors of someone missing underground.
Everyone wants to join a gang to protect themselves, and he also likes one, called the "Iron Furnace Gang", which he thinks can help him survive.
But "he" waited in the disorderly queue for three days, only to hear the mean laughter of gang thugs and watchdogs.
"He" could only turn around and leave.
The world suddenly turned upside down.
"He" rushed straight into the roaring gunfire and ran with the bloodthirsty thugs.
"He" tasted the pleasure of gunfire. Between the rusty fences, bullets flew and bayonets flashed.
This is the grinding area, and "he" is in "man-eating dog" territory.
Suddenly, the traitor fired a black gun from behind, and the bullet drilled a burning hole in the flesh. Then there was the sound of friction as his companions left "him" to die and dragged their feet away.
The gang left "him" in the upright cells facing each other in a narrow prison, where the loneliness was maddening. He was left in the assembly line to build the spire, and he was left with heavy labor that could kill people.
The world is falling into darkness.
From the cliff cave where blood flowed everywhere, "he" was caught and taken away again and dragged into a small dark room.
"He" entered a cage, which was one of the many prisons prepared for the underground arena. "He" was a beast, living only to bring death to others.
But "he" attracted the attention of the beast, who was the nephew of the mine overseer.
At night, the man came to "his" cabin - after the bloody work in the arena was over, and then ran his fat fingers through "his" hair that was caked with blood clots.
A snake-like tongue came out of this incestuous bastard's mouth, with a disgusting tone on it.
Thanks to the devil's mercy, "he" killed him at the last moment.
After a long period of darkness, physical torture and blasphemy that no thug or thief could ever dream of made "him" know what resistance means again.
At this time a murmur appeared.
That's akin to the hiss in a broken record player.
I grant you liberation——
Then, the memory began to become blurry and chaotic, like a pantomime staged in a thick fog, everything was shrouded in a veil.
Monsters, gangs, wandering individuals, torn apart and devoured in the black claws and flapping wings of the mad illusion.
The only difference is that the original pain and fear are gone, only cold silence.
"He" feeds on death, clawed monsters, monster handymen, and hostile foremen - all die in "his" bloody path.
Chimneys collapsed, factories collapsed, and fires raged.
He spent more time sitting in a small house, listening to the silence. Occasionally he went out and walked around the slowly flowing underground river.
Everything after that was shrouded in blood.
"He" fought hard in the dark mine tunnel, his weapons had been broken, his armor had been damaged, and his body had been mutilated into bloody remains.
The creatures clawed at him, dragged him down, and tore him apart before he could breathe out the bloody air.
I am the shadow servant.
The fangs tightened on "his" face, biting into "his" flesh and blood, grinding, pulling, gnawing, and cutting.
We have nothing to fear
"He" thrust the remaining blade upward into the pile of smelly flesh and blood.
We are just afraid——
All the images disappeared, and Suoshiyang seemed to be in a dream. Only the fishy smell lingering on the tip of his tongue told him that he had returned to reality.
He looked down at the man who was covered in tattoos and had only one right leg left on his body, and stretched out his hand to close his skull again.
"Their stronghold is near an underground river."
Soshyan took out the map and searched carefully, and found that there was an underground river about three kilometers to the right of the current location.
However, there have been many collapses in that area, and many passages are closed, with only three passages accessible.
The nearest passage to them had to pass through a small gathering place of miners, where there was also a small mechanical maintenance shop dedicated to repairing those mining equipment. More importantly, a big red mark was drawn in that area on the map. cross.
Although the Ministry of Justice does not know what these symbols represent, they speculate based on their own experience that they may represent "danger."
It is further speculated that that area may be an alien nest.
If they had to take a detour, they would have to pass through three excavation areas, then change levels through the shaft, and walk another 2 kilometers, which might take more than five times as long.
Efficiency or safety?
Soshyan explained this problem to Saul and hoped to get an opinion.
Thor held his sword with both hands, thought for a while, and then said:
"Do you think it's an accident that we got here all the way?"
Soshyan thought for a while and shook his head.
"No, but I can't give a reason for that."
"From the time we first encountered the aliens, they seemed to have consciously led us along this path. In fact, they had better ambush methods and opportunities. If nothing else, they also caused the explosion."
"reason?"
"intuition."
"We are here to destroy them, they cannot be unclear."
"Yes, but they also want us to come."
Thor drew two parallel lines on the ground with his sword.
"We fought here, they fought over there, and then they were blown up in the middle. What do you think is the most direct result?"
Soshyan recalled the shadow that struck him.
"As a result... we're going to run into it head-on."
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