Chapter 909: Destruction March (5)

The Arkham shrouded in the night is like a litter of scrap metal, with firelight and thick smoke always shrouding the city.
Thanks to the efforts of craftsmen, this once largest industrial city in Essex has become a huge arsenal.
Every day, tens of thousands of weapons are shipped from those factories around the clock, and the same amount of waste is returned to the factory every day. This number is still rising.
Just like the abandoned city in the Waka rainforest, Arkham has also become the center for the gathering of kids in this area.
The city has tripled in size compared to the past. In addition to a large number of shanty towns, the former human houses have also been transformed into strong fortresses.
Arkham is both an arsenal and a battlefield.
For the kids, it is more convincing to dominate in this place than to dominate in the wilderness.
So Akam is lively no matter day or night.
But few people know that under this bustling city, an endless hunt is being staged in the complex sewer network system.
The hunter can smell his prey.
In the previous six months, they had many close encounters.
In two contests, the prey fled immediately after realizing that the hunter was difficult to ambush.
If the prey whispered indiscriminately out of the darkness several times, he ridiculed the hunter and often used the information of the blood book.
In the long hunt, after countless traps and anti-traps, he walked through the dark sewers that had dried up, inspecting each shadow, hoping to find the only shadow that was not a shadow.
Originally chasing was not a hunter's specialty, he was more familiar with fighting at close range, but this difficult prey made him have to become a special combat expert.
Because this has killed his three-digit kid and leader.
It must die!
"Ok?"
The hunter's feet stopped, bowed and squatted down, and pressed his tight body against the wall, overlooking the valley-like exhaust shaft.
Below is a distant dark green light, and the exhaust pipes are opened one by one, allowing the desert-like airflow to sweep up the shaft.
It blew the hunter's tangled braids and made him pause.
There was a hint of smell in the dry hot air.
One hundred millionth of the content, but this hunter can smell it.
Old blood stains, and pain... and hatred.
The prey is not far away.
It hid in a walkway below the edge of the exhaust shaft. In the past six months, the hunter has never targeted the target so accurately.
Hot air came from below, and the hunter was at the downwind of the prey. There was no doubt that the noise echoed in the shaft prevented the prey from hearing his movements.
The hunter got up and jumped silently.
He landed on a platform twenty meters away, ran along it like an acrobat, and then climbed onto a stand attached to the shaft.
He descended quickly, stopped every few meters, and observed carefully, using his eyes, ears, and sense of smell to capture the tracks of prey.
Very close, very close...
It's there!
The hunter was motionless, and he could see his prey.
He saw his opponent with his own eyes for the first time.
The prey curled up on a walkway ten meters below the hunter's location. It looked like a barbed lizard, but had a raptor-like head, and the blurred color flashed on the scales.
The prey was looking down the shaft, and for some reason, it expected the hunter to show up from below.
This time, its instincts failed.
The prey leaned over and waited for the attack.
The prey had no knowledge of the hunter above him.
The hunter drew his dagger silently from the oiled sheath, and he adjusted the position to prepare for a leap-in fact, it was more like a rush than a leap.
The impact will end the opponent, the weight and kinetic energy of the hunter will suppress the prey on the solid aisle, and his sharp blade will complete the killing.
The prey will die in the blink of an eye, it is not worthy of this, but it should be long ago.
The hunter stretched his arms, moved his neck, and prepared to fight.
There is no room for mistakes, the prey must not be underestimated, and then he leaned forward and supported a bracket with his left hand, preparing to-
"Boss!"
The communication equipment in his shoulder armor rang suddenly.
The sound made the prey below suddenly look up, and the hunter saw the face of the prey-just like a mixture of various creatures, ugly and hateful.
"Ok!"
The prey shrieked towards the hunter.
"Ok!!"
The prey began to yell, screaming like a curse, leaping from the aisle with his arms open, his ragged jacket shaking like a broken wing.
He fell into the dark abyss of the exhaust shaft, leaving a mocking laughter in the hot air behind him.
The hunter leaned back.
He swallowed his anger and activated the communicator.
"speak--"
He said that his voice was low like an earthquake.
"For your head, it is best to be important."
"Big teeth boss."
Sound came from the communicator.
"A message came from the east."
"information?"
The hunter frowned and growled.
"It is the overlord, the overlord is here!"
He hesitated for a moment.
"You are meeting me at the exit."
The bridle drew his dagger into its sheath, and he gave a depressed breath.
"By the way, call Barge and Naz."
"Yes!"
And the prey that escaped its destiny~EbookFREE.me~ went deep into the darkness of the darkness, curled up in a corner it considered safe.
There are many Oks bones scattered around, as well as others.
It does not know why it kills them, it only knows that it must do so.
It does not even know what it is and what it is called.
Only when alone, something will squeeze into its chaotic mind.
For example now.
A waterfall-like illusion flows over reality, and the original dried-up sewage tank becomes a school of fish jumping over the crushed cloud,
It wants to stay there, back to the place that will always exist in his memory, back to the time when he was a little boy, back to the time when the world felt so infinite and full of miracles.
boy?
Its clawed hands kept scratching its head, creating wounds and allowing them to heal quickly.
Who is that boy?
He looked around in a field, and there was a wooden house on a distant hill.
Accompanied by Jin Lang, Yu Hui is in sight and has a home...
Family
This thought made it whimpering.
It was back in that cold and dry quagmire.
There was only fire, blood, and the roaring roar and gunshots that Ocna kept lingering around.
The stars are silent, and the night sky is gloomy, so they don't offer any comfort.
A voice told it that it was going back, back in the quagmire, where there was something left behind, not here.
It stood up and walked deep into the passage, following the voice.
Maybe there is an answer there, maybe there is only death, but it can only follow that voice, it knows that it is just a servant...
But where did it start?
It cannot think, nor can it think.