Data Wasteland

In his sleep, Chen Xing came to a splendid palace.

The evening breeze blew lightly, and between the swaying gauze accounts, countless graceful bodies danced gracefully.

A ghostly murmur came from the depths of the palace, a deep breathing sound that seemed to be suppressed by a huge pain, as if someone was being tortured, and the huge pain had made him unable to make a sound.

The beams of the house are carved with various extravagant and flashy patterns, the fairy palace dancer, the Yaochi fairyland, and the other side is a soldering iron oil pan, and a group of demons dances wildly.

Fragrant and terrifying, as if walking into the legendary Devil's Palace, full of all kinds of depraved desires.

In the middle of the palace is a huge pool. The pond water is rippling with blue waves, exuding a strong aroma of wine. Countless young girls sat around the edge of the wine pool, their faces were ruddy and charming, some were lying on the edge of the pool, Rou Yi fiddled in the water, some were naked, lying on their backs, the jade pot was raised high, The slender drink is poured into the mouth. The nectar overflowed and splattered everywhere.

On the high throne, sat a big fat man with a round belly and a thick body. His face is full of flesh, fierce and evil, like a demon king of chaos.

Dozens of young girls surrounded the Demon King, with graceful statures and beautiful faces, some prostrate at his feet, some on his shoulders, and some around his neck. The expression is intimate, the smile is sweet, the body is graceful, and it is as lingering as a snake, as if only in the legendary Pure Land of Bliss.

Chen Xing walked slowly and met the Demon King surrounded by all the girls.

Those gong-like eyes squinted slightly, and then burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

A long-lost smile appeared on his dark face, as if he had gone through countless reincarnations and finally met his confidant.

The Demon King pushed aside the girls around him, strode down the stairs barefoot, rushed in front of Chen Xing, stretched out a big fan-like hand and pressed it on the opponent's shoulder.

"You finally came!"

"Come on, go rule the world with me!"

At this moment, they were like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, laughing at the same time.

The wine pond and meat forest is exactly what Chen Xing wished in his heart.

At the same time, the sky and the island shook violently, and a crack in time and space slowly opened.

Black smoke emanated from the cracks, overwhelming the sky.

A ghostly face appeared in the crack, with blue eyes and white eyes, extremely fierce. In the black mist, a huge palm stretched out, grabbed the edge of the crack, slightly tilted his shoulders, and squeezed in little by little.

However, just as most of the Demon King's body was about to squeeze into the realm, there was a sudden storm on the sea, and a powerful whistle sounded from the bottom of the sea.

"Ugh..."

The voice is majestic and vast, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, like a horn to declare war on the sky. Thousands of rays of light rose from the sea, and the sea surface was like boiling water, surging and boiling.

The steel-like will, the pride between life and death, turned into a vast and boundless breath, soaring into the sky.

The eyes of ghosts and gods stared at the sea, and a look of fear gradually appeared on his face.

The body squeezed in shrank back little by little, and finally, with a sigh, the crack in time and space slowly closed, and the spiritual sea returned to tranquility.

In the retreat room, Chen Xing stared blankly at the broken wine urn. The red cloth pockets and the shards of clay pottery lost their lavender radiance and became extremely ordinary.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and the Great Demon King of Chaos, who had worked so hard to find him, was actually driven away by his own burning warship...

At this moment, Chen Xing only had regrets in his heart. Why did he find a master to serve him? It was like shooting himself in the foot.

When you need it, it is silent, and when you don't need it, it comes out to find a sense of existence.

But the matter has come to this point, he has no other choice but to suppress his unhappiness, clean up his mood, and turn his attention to another undercurrent relic.

It was a remnant of a robotic arm, with lines and hydraulics inside, that looked like part of some kind of humanoid machine.

Chen Xing once again immersed his consciousness in the relics of the undercurrent, feeling the guidance in the shadows.

Consciousness gradually sinks into the boundless darkness...

Wandering in the cold and pitch-black space, after an unknown time, a beam of light gradually appeared in the endless darkness.

Following the guidance of the light, consciousness entered a cloud of mist.

Consciousness seemed to be flying at a high speed, and the surrounding scene gradually became clearer.

At the far end, a mountain appeared. The mountain peak is incomparably tall, in the fog, suddenly far and near, like a dream.

Consciousness keeps flying forward, and countless scene fragments pass by in his eyes. E-waste piled up in mountains, endless industrial ruins, walking dead scavengers.

At this moment, Chen Xing felt his heart skip a beat without warning. He seemed to see, in the boundless darkness, suddenly open a pair of eyes. The eyes were red as blood, and it was terrifying.

The burning pain in his shoulder seemed to remind him that the threat of the abyss was approaching.

I've come this far, and I can't go back. Chen Xing gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards the light source.

After a long time, he reached the end of the light source. The eyes lit up, suddenly enlightened.

What appeared in front of him was the endless garbage dump. The peaks and peaks stretched to the end of the world.

The wreckage of various mechanical creations is piled up into mountains, including refrigerators and TVs, various household appliances, cars and trucks, various vehicles, and the wreckage of various construction machinery, production machinery, and various bionic robots.

It seems to be a huge mechanical tomb, the final destination of all mechanical creations in the multiverse.

Following the guidance in the dark, Chen Xing came to a certain place in the mechanical graveyard.

A shadowy human figure sat on the garbage heap with his back to him, staring at the sky in a trance.

The back over there, indescribably lonely and lonely.

A memory came to mind.

The figure of a young man wandered around the garbage heap, looking down from time to time to find the garbage under his feet.

As soon as the picture changed, the teenager put together the first electronic device in his life, a semiconductor radio, in a simple tin house.

He repeatedly debugged the channel, but could not receive any signal, as if he was the only one in this vast world.

After a period of time, the teenager pieced together a multi-legged vehicle by picking up garbage. He drove the vehicle to climb up and down the garbage heap, but no matter how loud and excited he was, the only response to him was the empty garbage mountain.

A year later, the teenager pieced together a huge excavator to dig out the "treasure" deep in the garbage heap.

Ten years later, the teenager restored a android. But androids are not human and can only simply repeat a few words.

Thousands of years later, the young man has been able to build a huge machine, but he is still alone. Every day, I rummage through the garbage heap for various parts and piece them together into various machines to pass this boring time.

Chen Xing felt the loneliness and loneliness of the teenager. Although there were not many moments in his life when he felt lonely, but when he first came across, he had no relatives, and he was ignorant of the road ahead. The huge sense of loneliness almost overwhelmed him.

At this moment, the scalp felt a tingling sensation again, and the brand on the shoulder was dripping with blood.

No, we're running out of time!

Chen Xing took a deep breath and stepped forward to grab Sombra's shoulder.

"follow me."

"I won't leave you alone again."

"I promise, everything you do will be needed and it will work!"

The shadow slowly turned his face, nodded numbly, and then followed the inviter and left the garbage dump.

After a while, a human-shaped shadow appeared in the corner of the Goblin Island. Sitting quietly in the corner, his back is lonely and bleak.

In the retreat room, Chen Xing slowly opened his eyes.

After some investigation, there was a hint of surprise on his face, but he didn't expect this little guy to be quite useful.

The Garbage King, a lone king born on a **** heap, can piece together anything he needs out of mechanical garbage.

It could be a giant robot, it could be a giant chariot, it could even be a giant artillery piece.

Although he doesn't have the savage and powerful power of the Great Demon King of Confusion, he is able to change and cope with various situations.