Chapter 867 Foreign Object
The wind blew through his body, bringing a scream.
The drowsy Soshyan shuddered and found himself standing in a black ruins. Its only composition was large and small black stone fragments.
Looking up, Soshyan only saw darkness, the sky was dim, and the stars were extinguished.
This is a terrible 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 sang just for him, welcoming him home.
The remnants of the city have become their city, surrounding him with desolation, a rough psychologically shaped abandoned kingdom.
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 is silence all around, but Soshyan can feel that aliens are lingering in the shadowed ruins, and those phosphorescent creatures are lurking in the broken walls. In the building, there is both living and dying.
The Broken 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 around with a grunt, something was coming.
"Finally."
The gleaming creature moved quickly in his direction through the ruins. No metal product could move so fast or so smoothly, but these no the same.
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 similar Its broken blade-shaped limbs shuttle across the ground.
Skinner, but not entirely consistent.
They scattered 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, holding 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 parts, slicing its chest open Liquid metal emitting hot steam flows out from everywhere.
The monster kicked the tips of its legs toward the sky, refusing to accept the coming of death.
Soshyan stepped directly on the monster's bones until it collapsed completely.
Continuing to sing, he moved, and the second monster left the plateau, and as it searched for him he saw it, Soshyan approached the canopy of metal and bones, and he He could hear the monster with its jagged limbs moving, so he reached for his pistol.
Suddenly, some monsters appeared behind him.
"Very clever."
He whispered, then sprinted 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 came out of the mist. It might be as huge as an Emperor Titan, and using this adjective is not very appropriate.
It has countless hands 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 after the liquid hits the ground, it turns into countless monsters.
When Soshyan looked at the head of the crawling metal giant, he was stunned.
Because that is his face——
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Soshiyan is wandering in the wasteland.
With neither weapons nor 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 screams into pieces, or perhaps it was God’s blessing that they gave up. chase.
He secretly prayed that things would go as he wished, but he couldn't suppress the worry in his heart.
What is even more frightening is the roar that reaches the ears. The cry of the metal giant cannot belong to the world at all. When this sound comes out of the throat, it is like a blade singing. Like a scream.
The hostility unleashed by the coldness shrouding the world also 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 fell into frost, falling apart as he moved forward, and then accumulated and condensed again at the next breath.
Such a blizzard is definitely not from this world.
He staggered and stumbled forward, and the rocks shattered one after another.
Unexpectedly, he tripped and fell to the ground. The pain made him instinctively curse, 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.
Right 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 to enter running status 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 is completely different. It does not slow down life, but makes it irresistibly dry up.
Physically speaking, what he is heading towards is not the suspended animation he has experienced before -
He is stepping into real death.
(End of this chapter)