Data Wasteland

This evening, people all over the world were immersed in the joy of the festival, and the Leiguang Mission camp outside Sanchahe City was no exception.

The barracks were decorated with lights and festoons. The mercenaries were sitting on either side of the long table, drinking and making noise, so it was so lively.

Whole goats and calves are grilled on the fire, warm and fragrant.

However, compared with the excitement in the barracks, the tent in the middle of the camp was cold and dark and lonely.

"Uh, uh!"

The bright moonlight shone through the skylight, and a vague shadow was faintly visible struggling on the ground, making a low roar from time to time.

"Zizzi!"

In the darkness, a circular mark suddenly lit up, like burning charcoal, flickering and dimming, accompanied by a smell of burnt flesh.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Whenever the imprint is orange and red, the painful sound will be superimposed several times and become heart-piercing.

"Big Brother, why don't you go for a couple of drinks during the holiday today?"

"Brothers are waiting for you."

A sturdy figure walked into the military tent, looked around, then found the commander on the ground, and hurried over.

Turning on the luminous lamp on the table, Huozui saw Tienuo's face pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, and sweat on his hair and back.

"That mark has happened again?" Huozui's eyes widened, very concerned.

"I'm fine." Tienuo sat up hard and waved to him.

"Dogday!" Looking at the elder brother who was about to collapse, his anger rose from his heart, his fist slammed into the ground, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

"It's fine in the past." Tienuo patted Huozui's shoulder and comforted.

Huozui helped Tieno up and put it on the chair, and then asked, "Have the attacks become more frequent recently?"

Tienuo nodded. The mark on his body was left by the gluttony monarch that day. As long as he is still alive, he will be entangled to death and never give up.

With each attack, the imprint will become hot and burn the flesh. And his consciousness plunged into the boundless darkness, cold to the bone, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him in the depths of the darkness. The breath of horror is as deep as the deep sea.

Even as tough as him, it is difficult to resist. Under the huge pressure, the spirit is like a tight thread, which will collapse and go mad at any time.

He doesn't know how long he can hold on, but one day alive, he will resist to the end until the moment when the fire of life goes out.

It is precisely because of this imprint that he who has advanced to the sanctuary dare not communicate with the undercurrents of time and space. Once communicated, he will be targeted. The opponent will gain access to this world by swallowing him. He would rather give up becoming stronger than let the evil existence succeed.

"Is there no other way!" Huo Tsui clenched his fists, grief and anger, "Could it be that we can only watch, a big living person is being consumed alive!"

He was sad in his heart, facing the existence in the undercurrent of time and space, how small they were.

"Don't worry, I won't die so easily." Tienuo firmly grasped Huozui's shoulder and looked at this old partner firmly.

"Or, let's go to Baita Academy and find Ramsden. He is the guardian of mankind, and he will definitely have a way." Huozui seemed to grab a life-saving straw.

Tienowen smiled warmly and shook his head, "We are not relatives to him, and there is no reason to trouble others."

"Moreover, the great sage is the great sage of the world, the guardian of all mankind, not the guardian of our little mercenary group. His time is far more precious than our lives."

"But..." Huozui hesitated and stopped.

"If you can solve the matter by yourself, don't bother others." Tienuo stood up and said, "Let's go, go for a drink. I haven't had a good drink with you this year." He walked out of the camp without looking back.

Looking at the broad shoulders disappearing in the door curtain, Huozui let out a deep breath, got up, and shook his head and chased it out.

"Today I want to drink you down!"

"Hahaha, just rely on you? In the next life!"

Just as the two men clashed their shoulders and provoke each other, on the former battlefield in the north of the Longshi Mountain Range, torches were burning, illuminating the scorched earth that did not grow.

A huge six-pointed star was painted on the ground, and a black robe man stood in the middle, muttering words.

"A powerful, proud, and unmatched king in the dark, please

Listen to the call of your faithful servant. "

"We have prepared a grand banquet for you. The head is the cup, the blood is the wine, the bones are the plate, and the flesh and blood is the delicacy. We look forward to your visit..."

While talking, a truck slowly backed up and raised its rear bracket. The corpses in the carriage dumped out and piled up into a hill in the middle of the six-pointed star.

They were all fresh corpses, and the blood was still warm, flowing everywhere.

They are young and old, men and women, with their eyes wide open and never staring at them. People from a refugee tribe are all here.

"Master Qin, no, Master Qin!"

An old man stumbled over, threw himself in front of the pile of corpses, and kowtow desperately to worship, "Making evil, committing evil!"

"Teacher, this is a sacrifice." A young voice came from the black hood. The language is mild and can be heard in the ears, but it makes people creepy.

The old man was distraught, shaking his hands, pointing at the young man, crying, "Qin Wu, Qin Wu, how can you become like this? These are all living people!"

"Teacher, you can't keep up with the times." The voice in the hood is calm and indifferent, as if there is no emotion, "If you want to achieve a great cause, you have to sacrifice."

"What did you sacrifice?" the old man said blankly. "What you sacrifice is the lives of others!"

"So what? As long as you can gain strength, why not?"

"They live in this world, they are suffering." The young man held his hands on his back, proudly facing the moon, "They should thank me. It is me who made their rotting lives worthwhile."

His voice was cold, like a charity from above.

"Qin Wu, you are crazy, you are really crazy!"

The old man opened his hands and looked up at the sky, crying loudly, "God, open your eyes! Why did I teach such a student with a face and beastly mind, what kind of evil I did in my previous life, you have to do this to me!"

As he spoke, the old man showed a hideous face, struggling to get up, already losing his mind, and scratching the young man's neck with both hands.

"puff!"

The dazzling tip of the knife came out from behind the old man, and it became paler under the moonlight. The old man's eyes widened, and he fell slowly, not squinting.

"Teacher, rest in peace." The young man knelt down, smoothed the eyes of the old man, and sighed, "Teacher, you don't know my sacrifice..."

"I sacrificed the holiday time, sacrificed to have a reunion dinner with my family. New Year's Eve, ran all the way here, isn't it enough?"

"Teacher, I'm not crazy, the world is crazy."

"You always tell me that if you want to be a big man, you have to take the world as your own responsibility."

"But if this world is not mine, what's the point?"

"Why should I care about other people's affairs? Why should I care about other people's life and death?"

"If this world is not mine, it will be ruined, so what to do with me!"

The young man pulled out a sharp knife, wiped it on his clothes, and retracted the scabbard. With a casual kick, kicked the old man's corpse to the edge of the pile of corpses, and started muttering again.

"Powerful, proud, unrivaled king in the dark, please listen to the call of your faithful servant..."

Blood flowed into the groove drawn on the ground, and a **** six-pointed star pattern gradually formed.

The wind was blowing, the starlight was dim, and the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds. The dark world seemed to be covered with a deeper layer, becoming dark and deep.

Obscure whispers sounded in my ears, densely dense, suddenly far and near, as if deep purgatory, with malicious eyes everywhere.

At the same time, Tienuo, who was drinking with his brothers, felt the mark gradually become hot. Within a few breaths, it became abnormally hot.

On the excuse of letting go, he got up and left the table, walked out of the barracks, and when no one saw it, he speeded up immediately and strode out of the camp.

"Zizzi!"

A lot of white smoke came out of the mark, and the smell of burnt flesh came out.

"Uh, uh!"

This time, the attack was more severe than any previous time, and the mark was extremely painful, as if it was about to be burned.

He gritted his teeth abruptly, his stature grew rapidly, and he transformed into a giant of steel, running wildly across the fields.

After running for several kilometers in one breath, Tinno slumped into the weeds, panting like a cow.

Looking back, Lei Guang

Only a little spark remained in the fire of the regiment camp.

The burning of the mark continued to intensify, as if it was about to come out of the body, but the consciousness was like falling into an ice cave, the teeth trembled from the cold, and the cold and the hot, making people almost crazy and collapse.

"Uh, uh!"

Tienuo endured the sharp pain of the burning, stood up, and drew the battle dagger from his waist.

The sharp blade reflected a beard and dregs, a face that was tortured into a human shape by the pain.

Only those eyes are still deep and bright, resolute and resolute!

In the endless darkness and coldness, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

The breath of horror is like a abyss like a sea, like a huge wave breaking rocks and rocks, the sea of ​​consciousness is dark and dim, and the crystal walls of consciousness are covered with cobweb cracks, and it is on the verge of collapse.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"I was not afraid in the past, I am not afraid now, and I will not be afraid in the future!"

Tienuo said in a deep voice, holding the dagger back, and slowly raising it.

"Shen Guangming, I tried my best."

Scarlet eyes gradually enlarged, and the outline behind him became clearer and clearer.

"Roar!"

There was a roar from the emptiness, as if the whole world was trembling.

The black shadows on the ground are getting bigger and bigger, and the tiny human beings are like ants under the boulder, watching the entire sky fall down.

It's just that this ant's waist is straight, with his head up and upright.

Under the moonlight, the phantom of the giant beast was thick and pitch black, gradually transforming into the entity. There was a violent wind around him, the vegetation flew across the sky, and the huge pressure was overwhelming the earth.

Tienuo's muscles were full of anger, and he snarled up to the sky, piercing his chest with a stab in his heart.

He is the channel, cut the channel, the other party has to roll back.

But at this moment, a loud cry resounded across the sky.

The sound of gold and jade pierces the clouds and cracks the stone, like a sword that pierces the sky, and the Changhong is invincible.

In the darkness, a little green light flew out, as small as the fire of a firefly, and as fast as a meteor. In an instant, it cut through the sky and pecked at the huge pupils.

"Wow!"

Eye pupils splashed with blood, and the Overeating Monarch seemed to have suffered a great deal of damage and howled in pain.

It was extremely angry, and its six arms flapped frantically. That spot of fluorescence was extremely flexible, drawing an arc to fly up and down, swiftly avoiding all attacks, and pecked at the pupil again.

When he looked at it, it turned out to be a green bird.

After several successful attacks, the giant beast's six palms slapped continuously, and the birds avoided one after another, but the giant beast's palms were too big, and after all, it was weak and unable to fly out of the palm.

"Snapped!"

Combine your palms, the fireflies go out, and the world returns to darkness.

The beast roared, and the shadow on the ground expanded rapidly.

Tienuo felt a little bit, and looked at the behemoth phantom above.

In an instant, a crisp cry resounded throughout the world.

Countless birds flew out of the mark, and the sound was rushing, and the birds turned into hurricanes and swept toward the behemoth.

The sacred bird Qingluan.

There must be light in the dark.

In the legend, it is the messenger of God, the predecessor of the phoenix, the sustenance of ideals, and the testimony of true love. The place where the blue bird flies is the paradise of hope, and those who see the blue bird will get happiness.

There are countless dangers hidden in the undercurrent of time and space, but there are also warm and kind corners.

They wander in the cold and dark, looking for the light of the past, and the hero's twilight song is like a light in the dark night, attracting them to come to help.

In an instant, tens of thousands of blue birds pecked at the giant beast, and the flowers of blood fluttered like stars. The giant beast screamed in pain and flapped frantically, but to no avail, just like a black bear being bitten by a swarm of bees, screaming again and again, and its voice getting farther and farther.

At the same time, in the mountains and forests thousands of kilometers away from here, a huge magic circle appeared green, and countless birds flew out and surrounded the black-robed people desperately pecking.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The black-robed man was pecked so that the cloth was puffy, covered in blood, crawling around and fleeing.

When everything was over, the blue bird flew back into the mark, and the original blood-red texture was covered with a layer of cyan broken flowers.

The last blue bird stopped on the broad shoulders, welcoming the dawn and shining the ground.