Chapter 217

"I'll come. There may be a hidden danger of sub space in the brains of these heretics."

Soshyan went to sol, took the dagger in his hand, and picked out a yellowish white semi solidified solid from the dead man's head.

When life is lost from the body, corruption will immediately replace it, the internal links of the human body will be completely interrupted, and the cohesion and reaction constituting the body will no longer exist.

Although there were no visible signs of decay, soshyan could still taste the taste of time when he took the first bite of brain tissue.

He swallowed it and closed his eyes.

Soon, memory surged up.

A weak man, surrounded by a group of armed men, pointed to "him".

The man who regarded him as his father sold him to pay his debts, and his pain increased further.

Another memory emerges, broken and instinctive.

When hungry, the gastric sac craves a little leftovers, a greasy rag, a warm smile, a kiss on the bruised forehead.

A woman appeared. It was the face of his mother whom he once believed had been forgotten forever.

Then the picture broke, "he" sobbed and stood in a small station. Like him, many people lead to hell. He will work in the bottomless underground all his life until he dies.

In the twinkling of an eye, "he" became alone again, a little beggar shivering in the shadow.

The chemical stench of the garbage mountain stimulates his nostrils, just like in those days.

The picture is broken again.

"He" snorted and found that he was a skinny young man, crowded in the chaotic crowd, and his ears were full of rumors that someone was missing underground.

Everyone wants to join the gang to protect himself. He also likes one called "iron stove Gang". He thinks it can keep him alive.

But "he" spent three days in the disordered team, but only heard the mean laughter of gang thugs and watchdog.

"He" can only turn and leave.

The world suddenly capsized.

"He" rushed into the roar of gunfire and ran with the bloodthirsty mobs.

"He" tasted the pleasure of gunfire and copper fire. Bullets flew and bayonets flashed between the rusty fences.

This is the grinding area. "He" is in the territory of "man eating dog".

Suddenly, the traitor put a black gun from behind, and the bullet drilled a hot hole in the meat, and then the friction sound when his companions left him to die and dragged away.

The gang left "him" to the two opposite, lonely and crazy upright cells in the narrow prison, to the flow work to build the spire, and to the heavy labor enough to kill people.

The world is falling into darkness.

From the bloody cliff cave, "he" was caught and taken away again and dragged into the small black house.

"He" enters a cage, which is one of the many prisons prepared for the underground arena. "He" is a beast, living only to bring death to others.

But "he" attracted the attention of the beast, the nephew of the mine supervisor.

In the evening, the man came to his hut - after the bloody work in the arena, he then used his fat fingers to pass through his blood clotted hair.

A snake like tongue came out of the mouth of the incest, with a disgusting breath on it.

Thanks to the mercy of the devil, "he" killed him at the last minute.

After the long darkness, any thug or thief could not dream of. The physical torture and blasphemy made "he" know what resistance is again.

Then a noise appeared.

That's like damaging the hiss in the record player.

I give you liberation——

Then, the memory began to become vague and chaotic, like a mime in the thick fog, everything was shrouded in gauze.

Monsters, gangs, wandering individuals are torn and swallowed up in crazy illusory black claws and flapping wings.

The only difference is that the original pain and fear disappeared, only the cold silence.

"He" feeds on death, clawed monsters, monster factotum, and hostile foremen - all died on "he"'s bloody road.

Chimneys collapsed, factories collapsed and fires raged.

More time, he sat in a snail house, listening to the silence, went out occasionally, and walked around the slowly flowing underground river.

Everything after that was shrouded in blood.

"He" fought hard in the dark mine. His weapons had been broken, his armor had been damaged, and his body had been killed into a bloody body.

Those creatures clawed him, dragged him down, and tore him apart when he could still breathe out the bloody air.

I am the shadow attendant.

The fangs tighten on his face, bite into his flesh and blood, grind, pull, bite and cut.

We are fearless

"He" stabbed the remnant blade upward into the pile of smelly flesh and blood.

We are afraid——

All the pictures disappeared, and soshyang seemed to have 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 with tattoos and only one right leg, and reached out to close his skull again.

"Their stronghold is near an underground river."

Soshyan took out the map and searched it carefully. He found that there was an underground river about three kilometers to the right of the current position.

However, there have been many collapses in that area, many channels have been closed, and only three channels can reach.

The nearest passage to them must pass through a small gathering place of miners. At the same time, there is a small machinery maintenance factory dedicated to the maintenance of mining equipment. More importantly, a big red cross is drawn in that area on the map.

Although the legal department does not know what these symbols represent, they speculate that they may represent "danger" according to their own experience.

Further speculation, that area may be an alien nest.

If they want to make a detour, they have to cross three excavation areas, then change layers through the shaft and walk another 2km, which may take more than five times as long as the former.

Efficiency or safety?

Soshyan explained the problem to sol and hoped to get an opinion.

Sol held his sword in both hands, thought for a moment, and then asked:

"Do you think we came here by accident?"

Soshyan thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No, but I can't say such a reason."

"Since we first encountered aliens, they seem to consciously lead us to this road. In fact, they have better ambush means and opportunities. If there is no accident, they also made the explosion."

"Why?"

"Intuition."

"We're here to destroy them. They can't be unclear."

"Yes, but they also want us to come."

Saul drew two parallel lines on the ground with his sword.

"We fight here, they fight there, and then they are blown up in the middle. What do you think is the most direct result?"

Soshyan recalled the shadow.

"As a result... We will hit it head-on."