This is a huge rift whose origin no one can tell. It is like a scar cut by the gods. It spans the Oath City Opos and collapses into a deep groove, dividing the city into two major areas.
Except for the border areas, they only rely on a few bridges across the gaps to communicate with each other.
There are many mysterious legends about it, but the legends are just legends. Today, the Great Rift is occupied by various companies. They have established many mining farms on the extended rift valley and continue to dig the Great Rift, causing the scar to slowly grow.
The enlarging and complex mines and extending fissures have made the internal environment of the Great Fissure more dangerous and complex.
What's worse than this is that they are still dumping all kinds of industrial waste into the bottomless cracks. Over time, the cracks are filled with toxic fog, which sometimes erupts and becomes a shroud.
There is a gray tide in the whole city, and that is the disaster known as "grey tide smog".
This city sounds terrible, but it may be the reason why it is sandwiched between two behemoths. No matter how bad Opos is, it still runs stably to this day.
Bologg stepped off the tram, raised his brows, and looked forward intently. Not far away was a warning sign. Behind the warning sign was the gray world. He was already approaching the Great Rift.
When the "Gray Tide Smog" breaks out, the toxic haze is pervasive, like a sandstorm stirred up by strong winds, engulfing the entire city. However, the residents of Opos have long been accustomed to this, and the buildings near the large rift have
Additional sealing measures, or air-raid shelters for escape, and gas masks have become daily necessities in this city.
When the exception becomes routine, there is nothing special about it.
The ferocious steel jungle is close at hand, and bursts of poisonous gray mist are thrown out from the ground, dissipating into the air soon, and blending into the gloomy sky.
The current location of Bologo is only the surrounding area of the Great Rift. It is occupied by industrial companies and poor people. Huge operating machinery stands one after another, and crisscrossing cable cars span the sky, like towering trees made of metal.
Below it are countless dilapidated houses, and strangely colored liquids flow on the wasteland, gather together, and pour into the sewers without knowing where they are drained.
Boluogo could see many poor people wearing workers' clothes, walking towards the cable car station. Everyone's figure was very blurry, leaving only a shallow shadow in the hazy haze.
This kind of scene is very common in the Great Rift. The poor people can only live next to the Great Rift. In order to make money, most of them will directly become workers in the Great Rift. Correspondingly, there are also those foreigners who come from afar.
Throwing themselves into it, the environment of the Great Rift is dangerous, but compared to their hometown, the money they can earn here is undoubtedly much more.
Boluogo stayed there for a while. Although he was immortal, the continuous burning sensation after inhaling the poisonous gas was really unbearable. He put on a gas mask, and his vision was obscured by thick lenses.
Stride forward, towards the foggy world, and gathered together with those moving figures, no one spoke, the surroundings were eerily quiet, only the deep sound ringing from the breathing valve, the voices intertwined together, like
A group of ghosts rising from the grave.
The current field of vision is quite clear. In the hazy gray, many silhouettes of different colors can be seen. They are densely packed along the horizon. As Boluoge approaches, gray and white buildings appear in front of them.
The road underfoot was muddy, mixed with unknown liquid.
It's like an abandoned dead city, but there are still many people moving around here. Everyone on the street is wearing a gas mask similar to that of Bologna. Everyone moves forward in silence, and there is only indifference in the air.
There are also people who not only wear gas masks but also waterproof suits. These should be workers working deep into the cracks. Deep in the cracks, there are not only extremely high concentrations of toxic fog, but also industrial waste dripping from nowhere.
Wastewater and those unknown liquids are often more deadly than fog.
The further we advance, the more chaotic our vision becomes. There is no more daylight, and only the dark fog is left around. But soon, bright lights light up. They hang high, pointing the way for people in the fog, and then roar.
The mechanical sound gradually became clearer.
Boluogo's pace quickened. He had not been to the Great Rift many times, but he was not completely ignorant of the place.
Soon he saw rows of fences, with eye-catching warning signs hanging on the rusty iron fences. Standing next to them, Boluogo looked ahead. Soon, the roar of the machinery became clearer, as if it was...
A huge thing like a mountain is right in front of you.
A strong airflow surged from the bottom of the fence, one after another, from the pipe full of fan blades, setting off a gust of wind, throwing the toxic mist high into the sky, but it soon settled down again,
A half-arc gray dome is formed above, covering the sky above the great rift.
As the air flow erupted, the vision gradually became clearer. Bologo saw an abyss-like rift valley emerging from the fog. There were many platforms built on the edge of the rift valley, and rusty fences circled one after another.
You can see countless figures walking along the corridor and cables.
"No. 3 excretion port is about to open, please stay out of the way!"
A harsh sound mixed with the noise of electricity was broadcast from the loudspeaker, and a dozen seconds later the sound of rushing water came from the gray fog below.
Bologg looked down. The inner wall of the rift valley was covered with man-made platforms. The sky corridor extended to a place where Bologg could not see. There was also a cable car slowly passing by, full of the same gray ghosts.
them.
The long boots hit the metal ground, and groups of people walked past. Carrying mining equipment on their backs, they took the large elevator leading to the depths of the rift valley. They gradually sank into the deep sea as if sinking into the deep sea.
Melt into the mist.
The roar of steel, the endless broadcasts, and the sound of sirens from time to time, for a moment, Boluogo seemed to have entered another world, another cold and silent world, where there was no conversation, and some were just slowly overflowing.
The mist sounded under the breathing valve, like the wail of a drowning person.
Here is the big rift. Bologg walked along the downward stairs and could see a huge mechanical arm rising from the mist below. The steel cable was straightened. He didn't know what was hanging below.
The huge rift valley in front of us is the main body of the Great Rift. It also has many small rifts extending outward, and there are also human activities in the depths of those rifts. Over time, this area has become a gray area in Opos, where various criminal activities are common.
In addition, the city government has tried to manage the complex situation of the Great Rift, but they cannot even control the companies occupying this rift well, let alone clean up the bugs in the shadows.
But the Great Rift is not completely chaotic. For example, the mining area occupied by the company is considered safe. These black-hearted guys will never allow anyone to influence them to make money, even gangsters, so those who survive in the Great Rift
Criminal groups are very sensible and will not interfere with the company's territory.
In this way, inexplicably, the Great Rift gradually gave birth to their own ecology.
"Norm, Norm...where are you?"
Boluogo chanted, and his voice passed through the breathing valve and turned into a meaningless murmur, like an evil ghost whispering in the dark.
Looking around, Boluogo continued to descend along the long ladder on the outer wall of the rift valley. The sea of fog below rolled, revealing a faint glimmer of light. Boluogo's destination was the depths of this sea of fog, that
A place called Wandering Road.
It was an abandoned mine, and because it was connected to several other fissures, many people would pass through it when going back and forth. Gradually, people came here, and they called it the Wandering Fork Road.
At first, some workers used waste materials from the mines to build platforms and buildings hanging on the cliffs. As time went by, more people joined in, and its scale continued to expand and change.
Apart from the mining areas managed by the company, it has become the area with the largest concentration of people in the Great Rift.
Nowadays, the Wandering Fork Road is the main gray area in the Great Rift, with a mixture of fish and dragons, and people coming and going. Nome's pharmacy is opened there.
The road came to the end, and Boluogo stood in front of an elevator. After waiting for a while, a hoarse friction sound sounded, the rusty ladder cage rose, the iron gate opened, and several miners covered with dust appeared.
Came out of it.
Gas masks covered everyone's faces. Bologg passed them by, stepped into the ladder cage, pressed the button, and waited for a few seconds before the ladder cage descended and sank into the thick fog little by little.
It felt like diving into the deep sea. Bologg stood in the diving bell, and bursts of mist overflowed through the gaps. He didn't feel relaxed, his muscles were tense, and his eyes under the lenses were watching the surroundings warily.
The scale of Wandering Cha Road was so large that some people once thought it was a new urban area. For this reason, the citizens of Opos did not understand for a long time why a place like Wandering Cha Road existed, even if it was
It's a gray area, but how come there are so many benefits to maintain its existence? So many people invest here regardless of the danger.
Boluogo didn't quite understand it before, but after he joined the Bureau of Order, he probably understood it.
Under the control of the Bureau of Order, the demons and enemies of the Bureau of Order want to have a place of freedom, so all that is left for them is a large crack wrapped in gray mist, just like the exiled evil rats.
The insect swarm, only this dark and narrow gap can accommodate their existence.
The sonorous metal sound sounded, the ladder cage reached the end, the iron door opened, and Boluogo once again set foot on the dark path. From now on, he must be extremely vigilant. No one knows who is human behind the gas mask.
Still a devil.
Raising his wrist slightly, Bologo felt a chill. A folding knife was tied to his wrist. As long as he applied a little force, he could throw it out, hold it tightly, and then chop.
After walking out of the darkness, his field of vision broadened. Bologg looked into the distance. As the corridor stretched crookedly, he saw bright light coming through the fog.
The twisted and weird buildings are as if they are alive. They grow wildly along the steep cliffs, entangled and overlapping each other, like a group of wildly growing seaweed, hanging bloatedly on the hard rock, connected by steel cables and aerial corridors.
At the same time, numerous scaffoldings can be seen on its periphery, and with the burst of hammering sounds, one steel plate after another is lifted and reinforced on the bloated buildings.
Weird towers rise from this group of buildings, like plants growing toward the sun. Below you can see many neon signs, but they are obscured by the fog, and Boluogo can't see clearly what is written on them.
, on the narrow road further down, rows of water pipes pour out wastewater, which turns into heavy rain and falls deeper into the fissure.
"Wandering on a fork in the road."
Boluogo whispered its name. The entire Wandering Fork Road was like a bunker suspended in the air. There was a huge arch at the bottom of the bunker. The cable car slowly drove out of the arch, and along the fixed steel cable,
Leading to different forks.
Without pausing for too long, Boluogo walked towards the slightly swaying sky corridor and towards the hesitant fork in the road.
These are some of the main routes into the Wandering Fork Road. As you ascend the sky corridor, there are obviously a lot more people around. Everyone is silent and moving towards this weird and twisted bunker city with different purposes.
