The wind blew through his body, bringing with it a shrieking sound.
The groggy Soshyan shuddered and found that he was standing in a black ruins. Its only composition was large and small black stone fragments.
Looking up, Soshyan saw only darkness, the sky was dim, and the stars were extinguished.
It's a horrific scene.
Not only that, the whole world is echoing the death screams of the once large population. Soshyan stood on the ruins and looked around. The brittle bones were paved into a carpet covering the ground, melted and fused together, obviously Not for natural reasons.
When he pricks up his ears and listens, he can escape from the sea of noise, just like the notes in music.
It was as if they were singing just for him, welcoming him home.
The remnants of the city, which had become their city, surrounded him with desolation, an abandoned kingdom of crude psychological shaping.
Soshyan took two steps, and then saw a collapsed obelisk, and was stunned.
He knew this place, or he would never forget it in his lifetime.
This is the world engine——
There was silence all around, but Soshyan could feel aliens lingering in the shadowed ruins, and those phosphorescent creatures lurking in the broken buildings, both alive and dead.
The Shattered World Engine crashes into a world between life and death.
Soshyan just took two steps, and suddenly, he stopped.
As if joining the carnival, the wind is slowly weakening.
Then he turned with a grunt, something was coming.
"finally."
The shimmering creature moved quickly through the ruins in his direction. No metal product could move so fast or so smoothly, but these were different.
These monsters are very disgusting and extremely thin, more similar to some lizards that inhabit the natural world, although compared to scales, they have the characteristics of being covered with liquid metal, with blades that resemble broken blades. Limbs move across the ground.
Skinner, but not entirely consistent.
They dispersed and disappeared into the shadows of the ruins.
Even with his superhuman senses, Soshyan found it difficult to keep track of them. He entered a fighting position, gripped the hilt of his sword, and began to wait.
A moment later, on the double tick of the clock, the wind began to roar and he was surrounded by the roar of death.
For a moment he sang along with them, his voice rising and then falling like the wind.
It was an old song, but he didn't know its name.
In an instant, driven by instinct, Soshiyang turned around, and his sword suddenly shot into his hand as if it had a will, splitting the first monster that rushed up into two, and hot steam flowed out from the cut chest. Liquid metal.
The monster kicked the tips of its legs toward the sky, refusing to accept the coming of death.
Soshyan stepped on the monster's bones until it collapsed completely.
Continuing to sing, he moved, and the second monster left the plateau. He saw it as it searched for him. Soshyan approached the canopy of metal and bones. He could hear the jagged edges of the limbs. The uneven monster was moving, so he reached for his pistol.
Suddenly, some monsters appeared behind him.
"Extremely clever."
He whispered, then scurried away with his pistol and fired.
A shimmering corpse fell sideways to the ground. Soshyan swung his sword and stabbed behind, approaching the second monster that jumped out of hiding.
When the claws grabbed the power armor, its curved jaw opened and closed unconsciously, and its eyes were sensors for locking the target. Soshiyang shook his head, took a step back, and then threw the sword towards the opponent, directly hitting him. Nailed to the ground.
But when Soshyan just drew his sword, the vibration from the earth made his expression become serious.
A terrifying behemoth emerged from the mist. It might have been as huge as an Emperor Titan, and the word "god" was not very appropriate.
It has countless arms supporting half of its human-shaped body. If you have to describe it appropriately, it should be called crawling.
What's more important is that its body is also filled with silver liquid metal, and when the liquid hits the ground, it turns into countless monsters.
And when Soshyan looked at the head of the crawling metal giant, he was stunned.
Because that's his face -
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Soshyan is wandering in the wasteland.
With no weapons or armor to protect him, he could only rely on his feet to escape.
The dust was flying, the gray rock was broken, and the soldier staggered, but he did not stop for a moment.
His whole body was filled with bone-chilling frost, and his back was dotted with weird and terrifying metal nightmares. He didn't dare to stop, because stopping would mean death.
Suddenly, he pricked up his ears, and the roars coming from behind him gradually became indistinct—perhaps it was the biting cold wind that cut these blood-curdling cries into pieces, or perhaps it was God's blessing that caused them to give up the pursuit.
He secretly prayed that things would go his way, but he couldn't suppress the worry in his heart.
What was even more frightening was the roar that reached his ears. The scream of the metal giant could not belong to the world at all. When this sound came out of his throat, it actually screamed like a blade singing.
And the hostility unleashed by the coldness shrouding the world continues unabated.
This is not cold in the ordinary sense, it is more cold and abominable. The physical touch falls on the surface of the skin, like a touch, like a kiss, soaking through the armor, piercing the bones, continuously drawing strength from his body - even though This is just his illusion.
In his memory, even the void had never bitten his body so viciously and cruelly.
The snow turned into frost, falling apart as he moved forward, and then gathering and condensing again at the next breath.
Such a blizzard is definitely not of this world,
He staggered and stumbled forward, causing the rocks to shatter.
Unexpectedly, he tripped and fell to the ground. The pain caused him to curse instinctively, but before the words could even come out of his mouth, the cold wind rushed over impatiently, passing over his tongue and sweeping away the unformed syllables. , he didn't even hear his own voice.
Just behind him, the metallic, loud howl was getting closer and closer, so close that it drove people crazy.
In the end, he still did not escape its pursuit.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, forcing his already overwhelmed muscles into running mode again.
Every breath was as painful as a jigsaw pulling back and forth, sucking the cold ice waterfall into the throat and spitting out the remaining warmth.
In the past, he had consciously put himself into a state of stasis, in which biological processes were gradually shut down and the body fell into an artificially deep sleep.
But this time it was different. Instead of slowing down life, it was overwhelmingly drying it up.
Physiologically speaking, what he was heading towards was not the suspended animation he had experienced before——
He is entering true death.
