War in Heaven

The night shrouded the desert, and the coldness of Baidu made this area completely dead.

Whether it is the scavengers of the criminal tribes or the scientists who experimented in the wild, they are hiding in their own bases at night, and there is no plan to go out at all.

Even the players, very few people will come out to die in the middle of the night, except for some guys who want to sneak in the night, there will be no creatures in the wilderness of Mars at night.

But... in some abnormal situations, there will still be people.

"Ah, it's cold enough..."

A purple figure treked alone in the desert, clenching his arms through the empty space, and his body shivered.

At this time, Carol suspected that he could trigger the sudden death system at any time and was kicked out of the game.

After being taken away from the oxygen bottle by "countercurrent", Carol looked for a long time in Namira's temple and finally found a portable oxygen supply device. After leaving the cave, he found that his jeep was out of oil. .

Although she could go back to the temple to spend the night, she found that the oxygen supply equipment could not support much time. And the temple that has hosted countless cannibal ceremonies is really not suitable for rest.

Therefore, she would choose to take the risk of leaving the temple at night, with the horrible cold, moving to the hiding place that she controlled.

She knows that the tribe that was conquered by herself should have warm equipment at night, but because the "fat tiger" is too fat, let alone pick her up, even the door of the cave can not be produced. As for her teammates...

"Can you pick me up and bring the spacesuit?" Carol turned on the radio. When he spoke, his teeth trembled and he screamed: "I am freezing to death..."

"Are we not saying that we are doing a split-action? How come you beg me now?" An impatient male voice rang, and Carol stopped talking without hesitation.

- This **** mixed ball...

Carol cursed the opponent countless times in his heart, but there was no other way. He could only continue to endure the cold and walk over to the tribal territory that he had conquered.

I have to say that the "fat tiger" that was completely shocked by her combat power is very loyal. I once again used the radio to communicate with Carol, with some concerns in my voice:

"Are you alright?"

"A good fart, I am freezing to death." Carol licked his teeth and said, "Why are you so fat?"

"That, I am really sorry, it may be a genetic problem..." The fat tiger sighed and immediately added: "I am preparing to roast pig meat, and you will be able to eat it immediately after you return!"

"I said that I wouldn't eat that thing." Carol's mood was even worse. He was about to complain a few more times, but he saw a thick shadow on the sand in front.

After walking for a long time, I didn't see a living person, Carol. I thought that I had an illusion. I was kneeling on the cold sand and staring at the "personal figure" in front.

The guy's body is extraordinarily dark, leaving a dark silhouette that looks like a huge muscular man.

Judging from the outline of the body, the man should not wear power armor. The strange thing is that he has several bright red spots on his body, concentrated on the shoulders and arms.

--What it is?

Although I was the first to come to this map, Carol knew that it was not normal to have such a monster on Mars night.

She turned off the speaker of the protective clothing mask, sneaked down the voice, and asked the "fat tiger" left in the cave:

“Will there be someone standing in the desert at night?”

"No, it will freeze to death." Fat Tiger immediately gave the answer: "Our energy is limited. In order to save resources, no one will go out at night, even the scientists will not come out."

"I saw a very strong man with a few red dots on his body. I can't see it from here..." Carol described the appearance of the other person and was about to continue asking, but he heard the fat tiger's voice began to rush. stand up:

"Do you really meet that monster?"

"What's wrong, is he dangerous?" Realizing that the situation was not good, Carol was frozen on his pale face and immediately hanged a dignified expression.

The stout shadow still stood still on the sand, wondering if he was frozen or was originally a sculpture. Although Carol wants to take a closer look at the appearance of the other party, the fat tiger’s reminder still tells her the fact that the other party is dangerous:

"You must never approach him. It is best to circumvent him and leave there. The speed must be fast!" The fat tiger's speed is very fast, like a panic.

After hearing this, Carol finally couldn't help but ask: "What is the monster, why are you so scared?"

"Boss, the residents of Mars will not go out at night, not because they are too cold..." The fat tiger’s voice shook a little: "You should come back soon, I will tell you when I come back."

"I know." Carol said, standing up, relying on the frozen limbs and walking toward the cave.

She is also very clear that now is not the time to listen to the story, can only forcefully curb their curiosity, cross the icy desert, continue with the faint starlight.

Then... the "monster" started moving.

The other party did not notice Carol, but rushed in the opposite direction of Carol. The way the guy uses his hands and feet is obviously not a human movement. The voice he made was even more shocking:

"Hey..."

The voice of the other party is similar to that of a pig, but it is much sharper and can be heard clearly by Carol not far away.

- Is that thing a pig? No, although the pig should be fierce if it is released, the monster is obviously much larger than the pig and the body is stronger.

Isn't this a mutant creature on Mars?

Thinking of this possibility, Carol also accelerated the pace again. She is very clear that in her current state, the odds of fighting against mutant creatures are simply zero, and there is no chance at all!

The sharp noise from the monsters continues, and Carroll rushes forward with the roll and climbs. The posture that has been more than enough has long since disappeared.

She has never been the kind of player who pays attention to her own image. Now, in order to save her life, she can't take care of it. She just keeps running without image and leaves the danger range of the monster.

"I can't... die here."

The expression on Carol's face was particularly embarrassing, like a chicken blood, running wildly on the sand.