"Ah...this."
Suoshi Yang was stunned, and suddenly, he found a figure sitting cross-legged on a circular totem in the center of the hall, lowering his head, as if he was meditating.
After experiencing many strange things, Soshiyang slowly walked towards the man with doubts.
"You...here?"
He was not sure whether the man was alive or dead, but he screamed a few times without responding, so he stretched out his hand.
But as soon as I touched the man, the convenience collapsed like gravel.
"Well......"
Soshiyan didn't know what to do for a moment, but he found something in the dust, so he picked it up and found that it was a silver pistol with a quaint shape, which seemed to be a very primitive black gunpowder weapon, engraved with a line of text that he didn't know very well, but it looked very similar to Gao Gothic.
Just as he was pondering, a strange feeling attracted him.
Soshiyang bent down and wiped off the ashes on the ground. He found a piece of red metal lying on the ground. It looked like a fragment of some kind of sharp blade, slap the feet wide, and covered with black special symbols.
With great curiosity in mind, Soshiyang reached out to pick up the fragment.
But when his fingers touched the object's brain, there was a sudden bang.
"Well--"
Soshiyang blinked and found himself in a strange and dead desolate world.
"Why are you always like this lately?"
He was not sure whether this was an illusion, so he could only take the first step toward the surface of this world.
Suo Shiyang walked carefully into the wind, and the sand and dust under his feet were all the mud that had been dry and inactive, without any possibility of nurturing life.
He kept a twelve-minded heart, quietly listening to his breathing shaking sounds inside the power armor, the cross aiming core was calmly visiting the barren land, and his vital sign data was continuously listed on the screen.
Accompanied by the slight sound of gravel in the breeze and the low beeping of armor, there was still nothing left...
From the horizon to the horizon on the other side, only the torn clouds were rolling, stirring, and the thunder and rain clouds rushed over, releasing white, purple, and a thousand reds.
Suddenly, he realized that this was likely to be subspace.
He has witnessed subspace, but has never seen such a scene, nor has he seen a subspace covering the entire world, has never seen it in a place where there are real weather phenomena, nor has he experienced such a huge subspace that spans thousands of galaxies like huge waves, like a nebula withered in the void.
The wind became stronger and stronger, blowing the parchment rolls attached to Soshiyang's armor to scatter. He could only let the strong wind take them away. While they were blown away by the wind, he noticed a warning rune jumping out of the edge of the visual interface, indicating that there will be a significant cooling soon.
Is it nightfall?
But the sky above has no change. Although there seems to be a sunset, there is no sun.
Soshyan turned off the flashing rune, while his power armor began to buzz louder - the driver behind him growled and increased the output, which converted to the Void Walking Mode.
Suddenly, he noticed a white dot on the ground. Soshiyang squatted down, brushed away the bone-white gravel, and let the dust slide between his gloves' fingers.
Then a broken mask was revealed, like a howling face. Soshiyang felt familiar and suddenly realized that it was very similar to the mask of the Howling Banshee of the Spirit Race-
"Spiritual clan? Another Spiritual clan?"
Soshiyang stood up and brushed away the last bit of dust.
"How did you get entangled by them recently?"
He continued to move forward in the wind. After walking for a while, he found a dead city buried in the dust of lifelessness.
The red bone building extends within the field of view, protruding from the foundations everywhere, as if a mouth full of broken teeth. Soshiyang stood on the edge of the city, looking at the tomb of this unusual empty city.
Soshyang was silent for a moment, listening to the howling wind and dust hitting his armor.
For some reason, he felt a danger, as if an invisible thing was threatening him and not approaching him.
"Let me see your true face."
Soshiyang pulled out his Holy Flame Sword, his thumb approached the activate rune, and the weapon flashed violently, and the scene of a storm reflected on the blade.
As he walked on the broken street, the phantom of the wind and dust scattered in the swaying form in the yelling wind, as if the ghosts only existed at the boundary of his vision, and whenever he wanted to see more realistically, they were chopped up again by the strong wind.
The Space Marine clasped the weapon tightly, and went deeper, and there was a slight sound of pain there—something, weakened, trapped, and threatened.
On the dusty gravel, he carefully walked through the wreckage of the old city, and the sound of the wind mixed with gravel kept bringing sounds from afar - like inhuman voices and alien screams.
Perhaps it was the strong wind that played tricks that even Soshiyang, who had learned some spiritual languages, could not hear any sentences in the storm clearly. The efforts to understand individual words would only make the rest of the noise more noisy and erase all concentration efforts.
Continuing to penetrate the deserted city, Soshiyang had given up his gaze of every fleeting phantom, and turned to an unfocused glance—in the bumpy gust of wind, the dark spire flashed in the corner of his vision, and the alien tower pierced into the hostile sky with incredible elegance.
“How big is this place?”
Time seemed to have lost control, and Soshiyang's throat became increasingly thirsty, but he was not dragged down by fatigue.
He had been walking for more than seventy hours in the endless dusk. The only thing that could tell the time was the timing rune on the inner screen of his helmet, and this number began to become unreliable at the seventy hour. It began to appear randomly, as if it finally succumbed to the supernatural laws of subspace.
Sometimes he would also think of how much time has reality gone through when he stayed here?
He walked through another street covered with dust, his boots rolled over the ancient rocks, which might have been a farm dome, where the alien flora was carefully cared for by fertilizer, or that this was once just a dome public hall-
Soshiyan tried hard to regain his imagination. After trekking another hundred meters in the useless dust, he felt the familiar sense of threat from the ground under his feet, and pulsed slightly.
But looking around, he saw only the dilapidated tower of lost civilization.
Soshiyan squatted down and grabbed a handful of dust. As before, he watched it slide through his fingers and was torn away by the wind.
That feeling still exists.
Soshiyang took a breath and released the power of the grey graft.
Finally there was a reaction—
"Um?"
Soshiyang immediately sensed something that was stirring down from below and digging upwards.
It swallowed the sand and the soil and went up, like a cold hunting dog, smelling the power of Soshiyang's grey graft all the way.
In a moment of surprise, Soshiyang turned around and stood firm, shivering in the face of the gradually approaching distorted despair.
By the time the first giant hand was raised from the sand, Soshiyang had already taken more than ten steps back, and had a firm foothold, and the long sword in his hand was ready to go.
A giant, splashing with invisible hatred, Soshiyang was fearless and staring silently as he struggled to get up from the scarlet soil.
Chapter completed!