Chapter 686

"Ah... This."

Some confused Soshi yangleng was in place. Suddenly, he found a figure sitting on a circular totem in the center of the hall, with his head down, as if he were meditating.

Soshyang, who had experienced many strange things, walked slowly towards the man with doubts.

"You... Hello?"

He was not sure whether the man was alive or dead, but he shouted a few times and didn't respond, so he held out his hand.

But as soon as he touched the man, the other party collapsed like gravel.

"Er..."

Soshyan 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 simple silver pistol, which seemed to be a very primitive black powder weapon, engraved with a line of words he didn't know, but it looked very similar to gaogothic.

While he was meditating, a strange feeling attracted him.

Soshyan bent down and wiped the ashes off the ground. He found a piece of red metal lying on the ground. It was like a fragment of some kind of sharp blade, a palm wide, full of black special-shaped symbols.

With great curiosity, soshyang reached out and picked up the fragment.

But when his fingers touched it, his brain suddenly exploded——

"Uh --"

Soshyan blinked and found himself in a strange and dead desolate world.

"Why is it always like this recently?"

He was not sure whether it was an illusion, so he had to take the first step carefully to the surface of the world.

Soshyan walked carefully to the wind, and the sand and dust rolled under his feet. They were all dry and inactive sands, which had no possibility of giving birth to life.

He kept a twelve point alert heart, quietly listened to his breathing, brought a stable vibration sound inside the power armour, looked around calmly with a cross aiming core to this desolate place, and continuously listed his vital sign data on the visual screen.

With the soft sound of gravel in the breeze and the low buzzer of armor, there is still nothing..

From the horizon to the horizon on the other side, only torn clouds rolled and stirred, and thunderstorm clouds rushed against each other, releasing white, purple and a thousand kinds of red.

Suddenly, he realized that this was probably sub space.

He has witnessed sub space, but he has never seen such a scene, nor has he seen a sub space covering the whole world, nor has he seen it in a place where there are real weather phenomena, nor has he experienced such a huge sub space across thousands of galaxies like waves, like a nebula withering in the virtual air.

The wind became stronger and stronger, which scattered the parchment rolls attached to soshyang's armor. He could only let the strong wind take them away. When they were blown away by the wind, he noticed that a warning Rune jumped out at the edge of the visual interface, indicating that there would be an obvious cooling soon.

Is night coming?

But the sky above remained unchanged. Although there seemed to be a sunset, there was no sun.

Soshyan turned off the flashing runes, and at the same time his power armour began to make a greater hum - the driver behind roared to increase the output and switched to void walking mode.

Suddenly, he noticed a white spot on the ground. Soshyang squatted down, brushed away the bone white gravel, and let the dust slip between his fist fingers.

Then a broken mask came out, like a howling face. Soshyan felt familiar and suddenly realized that it was very similar to the mask of the spirit howling Banshee——

"Spirit family? Spirit family again?"

Soshyan stood up and brushed away the last dust.

"How have you been entangled by them recently."

He walked on against the wind. After walking for some time, he found a dead city buried in the lifeless dust.

The red bone building extends in the field of vision, protruding from the foundations everywhere, like a mouth full of broken teeth. Soshyang stands on the edge of the city and overlooks the tomb of this special-shaped empty city.

Soshyan was silent for a moment, listening to the roaring wind and the sound of dust hitting his armor.

Somehow, he felt a danger, as if an invisible thing was intimidating him and telling him not to approach.

"Let me see who you really are."

Soshyan pulled out his holy Yan sword, his thumb close to the start rune, the weapon immediately flashed a violent light, and the blade reflected the scene of the storm.

When he walked in the broken street, the virtual shadow swirled by the wind and dust was scattered in the wind of the call sign, just like the ghost that only existed at the boundary of his field of vision. Whenever he wanted to see more truly, it was chopped up by the strong wind again.

The starfighter clenched his weapon, went deep, went deep, and there were some faint sounds of pain - something, weakened, trapped, and threatening.

On the dusty gravel, he walked carefully through the wreckage of the old city, and the wind mixed with gravel kept bringing distant sounds - such as inhuman voice and alien scream.

Perhaps the wind played a trick, so that even soshyang, who has learned some lingzu languages, can't hear any sentences in the storm clearly. The efforts to understand a single word and sentence will only make the rest of the noise more noisy and erase all the efforts to concentrate.

Continuing to go deep into the deserted city, soshyan has given up his gaze at each fleeting virtual shadow and turned to unfocused scanning - in the bumpy gust, the dark spire flashed in the corner of his vision, and the alien tower pierced the hostile sky with incredible elegance.

"How big is this place?"

Time seemed to be out of control, and soshyan's throat became more and more thirsty, but he was not slowed down by fatigue.

He has been walking for more than 70 hours in the endless dusk. The only thing that can distinguish the time is the timing Rune on the inner screen of his helmet, but this number began to become unreliable at the 70th hour. It began to pop up numbers randomly, as if it finally succumbed to the supernatural law of sub space.

Sometimes he will think, when he stays here, how much time has the reality gone through?

He walked down another slow dusty street, his boots rolled over the ancient rocks. It might have been a farm dome, where alien plant communities were carefully cared for with fertilizer, or it used to be just a domed public hall——

Soshyan tried to recover his imagination. After trudging another 100 meters in the useless dust, he felt the familiar threat from the ground under his feet and pulsating slightly.

But looking left and right, he saw only the dilapidated tower of lost civilization.

Soshyan squatted down again and grabbed a handful of dust. As before, he watched it slip away from his fingers and be torn away by the wind.

That feeling still exists.

Soshyan took a breath and released the power of the gray pulp.

Finally there's a response——

"Huh?"

Soshyan immediately sensed what was stirring below and turned up.

It devoured the sand and went up like a cold hound sniffing the power of soshyan's gray marrow all the way.

In a moment of surprise, soshyang turned back and stood firm, shivering in front of the approaching distorted despair.

When the first giant hand was raised from the sand, soshyan had retreated more than ten steps, stabilized his heel, and his long sword was ready to go.

A huge thing, splashed with invisible hatred, surged in. Soshyang was fearless and silently watching the statue of the God of death struggle from the scarlet soil.

But then I found that it seemed that it couldn't stand for a while and a half.