Chapter 217 Food·Memory
“Let me do it, the brains of these heretical believers may have hidden dangers in subspace.”
Soshiyan walked to Thor and took his hand took the dagger, and then picked out a yellow-white semi-solidified mass from the dead man's head.
When all life is lost from the body, decay will immediately replace it, the internal links of the human body will be completely interrupted, and the cohesion and reaction that constitute the body will no longer exist.
Although there were no visible signs of decay, Soshyan could still taste the taste of 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" regarded as his 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 appeared, it was the face of the mother that "he" once believed he had forgotten forever.
Then the picture shattered, "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 found 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 overturned.
"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 the territory of the "man-eating dog".
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.
This incestuous bastard spit out a snake-like tongue with a disgusting tone on it.
Thanks to the mercy of the devil, "he" killed him at the last moment.
After the long darkness, the physical torture and blasphemy that no thug or gangster could have dreamed of made "him" know what resistance means again.
At this time, a burst of noise appeared.
That's akin to the hiss in a broken record player.
I grant you liberation——
Then, the memory begins to become blurred and chaotic, like a pantomime staged in the thick fog, everything is shrouded in gauze. Monsters, gangs, wandering individuals, torn apart and devoured in the black claws and flapping wings of a mad illusion.
The only difference is that the original pain and fear are gone, only the 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.
More time, he sat 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 tunnels. 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 are fearless
"He" thrust the remaining blade upward into the pile of stinking flesh.
We are just afraid——
All the pictures 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.”
Soshiyang took out the map and searched carefully, and found that there was a river about three kilometers to the right of the current location. Underground river.
However, there have been many collapses in that area, and many passages are closed, with only three passages accessible.
The passage closest to them must pass through a small gathering place of miners. There is also a small mechanical repair shop there, which is dedicated to repairing those mining equipment. More importantly, in that area on the map A big red cross was drawn.
Although the Ministry of Justice does not know what these symbols represent, they speculate based on their own experience that they probably represent "danger."
Further speculation, that area may be an alien nest.
If they want to take a detour, then they have to pass through three excavation areas, then change layers through the shaft, and then walk another 2 kilometers, which may take more than five times as long as the former.
Efficiency or safety?
Soshyan explained this problem to Sol and hoped to get an opinion.
Saul held his sword with both hands, thought for a while, and then asked:
"Do you think it was an accident that we got here all the way?"
Sosh Yang thought for a moment and shook his head.
"No, but I can't give such a reason."
"From the time we first encountered the aliens, they seemed to have consciously led us down this road. In fact, they have better ambush methods and Chance, if nothing else, the explosion was caused by them."
"Intuition"
"We are here to destroy them. They can't 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 apart in the middle. What do you think is the most direct result?"
Soshiyan recalled the attack shadow.
"As a result... we will collide head-on with it."
(End of this chapter)