Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

In the empty corridor, someone was walking.

The hard-soled military boots stepped on the floor, and the sound of kicking and tapping made a slow and endless sound.

"B708, where did you hide?" the mechanical voice was slow, with cruel killing intent, "You finally left this ghostly place, why can't you think about it, and came back?"

Roy hid in the darkness, holding his breath, his hand was sticky with blood, and he could hardly hold the knife in his hand.

He manipulated his super power, and the breeze surrounded him, blocking the rust-like smell of blood.

The people in the corridor hadn't left yet. He paced back and forth in this section of the corridor, his voice was loose, "Don't worry, we are also brothers. Now that you are back, I will never let you leave again."

Roy clenched the knife in his hand.

The next second, the pipe he was hiding in shattered, and he fell with gravity, while the enemy below was already prepared, his pupils constricted in excitement, and he raised his knife upwards, looking as if he was about to pierce Roy's back.

Roy moved his super power, turned abruptly in the air, and got away from the long knife.

Gee.

The electronic voice sighed regretfully.

Half of his body is made of flesh and blood, while the other half is made of mechanical bones. The silver-white metal glows with a miserable white light, and there are dried blood stains on it, and it is hard to tell whose it is.

The two fought fiercely, and after a minute, the mechanically transformed man lay on the ground, his limbs and body separated, only his head was still connected to his neck.

The average person would have died long ago with such a serious injury, but he didn’t even bleed much, his tone of voice and the frequency of his head bobbing were still alive and well, “Not bad, b708, you’ve made a lot of progress, it seems that the outside world is also It’s not as peaceful as I thought it would be.”

"Don't call me that." Roy's tone was disgusted, he hated this title.

"that……"

A timid head popped up from the corner of the corridor, and Ling Chan asked a little embarrassedly: "Have you done it yet? I want to borrow it."

Ling Chan wanted to go to the central control room, and Ander said there was a way to get them out of here, and Ling Chan wanted to find it.

As for Ander, she has other arrangements.

Ander does not agree with the team, Ling Chan is weak, there are many dangers in this heavenly shrine, and Ling Chan's life may be taken away at any time, and Ander is worried.

But he couldn't say no to Ling Chan, so he had to help Ling Chan find Roy Talesma first. He could see that Talesma had some strange thoughts about Ling Chan, and he would protect Ling Chan.

So now, Ling Chan appeared here alone.

At a glance, she saw the mechanically transformed man lying on the ground with only his body and head left. More than half of his face was made of metal, and the steel and flesh were closely connected, beautiful and weird.

It was the first time Ling Chan saw this.

The robot puffed out its chest, proudly laughing at itself: "This is the secret of my survival in the Colosseum! The vitality is super strong, and it can withstand beatings!"

"Shut up." Roy couldn't understand him talking to Ling Chan, and kicked him away. The invisible wind chains were tightly wound to ensure that he couldn't get away easily.

"Why are you alone?" Roy walked into Ling Chan, and taking into account the blood and filth on his body, he restrained himself from staying at a distance of two arms, "It's dangerous here, are you injured?"

Ling Chan shook her head, raised her hand and turned around, "I'm fine, it's just that this place is empty, big and quiet, and I'm a little scared by myself...I want to go to the central control room, can you accompany me?"

"of course can."

"Don't be ridiculous, b708, how can we be assigned to the central control room like us? The genetic barrier can't be passed at all."

"Huh?" Ling Chan looked down at the man who was tied up in the corner, but what he asked was different from what he imagined, "What kind of people are you? What does b708 mean? Are you calling Roy?"

The mechanical transformation man stopped talking.

So Ling Chan turned to Roy, "Have you ever been here?"

Roy's Adam's apple rolled, and he said half-paid: "Because of some things, I came here when I was a child."

He didn't want to say.

Then Ling Chan stopped asking, and she said tactfully, "Do you know what's going on in the control room?"

"Louyun Pavilion..."

"I hate him," Ling Chan said, wrinkling her face, "He wants to hurt me."

Roy didn't look surprised. Lou Yunting's malice towards Ling Chan was palpable, and his words were intimate, but it seemed like he was teasing a pet.

"Then let's intercept him." Roy said simply.

In this familiar yet unfamiliar shrine, the long-sleeping memory boiled again, burning his nerves.

Roy seems to have returned to those days when he was a child and struggled to survive here.

His reverence for the law and respect for life were quickly lost by him.

People become beasts, and the temple of gods hanging high in the sky only follows the law of the jungle where the weak prey on the strong.

Ling Chan's face was a little weird, and Roy suddenly felt that he agreed too soon?He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you for your willingness to help me." Ling Chan smiled at him with soft eyes, "You have suffered a lot here, right? Does the wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"He's our God of Death here, the only monster that has gone out, worry about him? Why don't you take pity on his soul who died under the knife." The mechanically transformed man lying on the side sneered, his tone sour and bitter.

"I don't know you people, and I don't know why you are here. Roy is my friend. Of course I have to care about him."

"There is no such luxury as a friend here." The mechanical transformation man sneered, "You are so delicate and weak, be careful to be sold by him..."

"Do you want to die?" Roy interrupted him coldly, clasped his five fingers together, and the sharp wind blade pressed against the transformed man's skin, scraping tiny bloodstains.

"I advise you not to go to the central control room. If that person really has the key to the central control room, you can't deal with him." The mechanical transformation man said wearily.

Ling Chan turned her head to look at Roy with a questioning look in her eyes.

"He is not worthy of trust." Roy said flatly: "At that time, we were all children who were selected and sent in. We would fight each other in the duel field every day. The winner would live and the loser would die. Occasionally there would be team competitions. Survival in the wild...The loser pays for his life. The purpose is to select the best genes and carry out genetic experiments. I am the only one who left here alive. Some of the remaining people died, and some became like A genetically engineered monster like him."

His super power is the product of the success of this experiment.

After listening to the two of them for so long, Ling Chan had already expected it. The only thing she didn't understand was that Roy was one of the biggest chaebols in the interstellar world. As the sole heir, how could he end up in such a place?

Roy avoided Ling Chan's sight and whispered, "Let's go."

The mechanical transformation man was left in place by them, and Roy's wind chains were still locked on his limbs. This super-powered chain can only be used when Roy is dead or the distance is far enough.will be untied.

Mechanical transformation is nothing to worry about.

Roy walked in front. He had long legs and big strides, making it very hard for Chan to chase.After a while, she gasped for breath. She held on for a few minutes, but couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed Roy's wrist.

"Can you slow down?"

There was water in her eyes, her cheeks were rosy, her chest was constantly smoking, and a strand of black hair was wet with sweat, sticking to her cheeks, making her blacker and richer, making her little face softer and whiter.

Looking at her delicate and timid, weak and powerless, one wants to pick off this beautiful and rich flower and crush it in the palm of her hand.