kill those singularities

The girl in the tight battle suit kept fighting in the night, wielding a shield and fighting all kinds of monsters, sweat dripped down, and her inner anxiety and hesitation continued to accumulate as time went by.

"bass--"

The jaw-dropping sound of metal crashing resounded through the neighborhood, and the knocked-out living corpses took away a broken wall, and the torches in their hands fell to the ground, illuminating the skeletons and scattered coffin fragments on the ground. .

Mash pursed her lips tightly, stepped on the torch before the wild dogs with red eyes came, and quickly moved away from here. The stairs lead to the next clear area.

She tried her best not to make a sound, turned a corner smoothly, and climbed up a steeple along the hanging metal ladder. Through this shortcut, she came to another brand-new street. Looking down from here, she finally got a glimpse of this area The whole picture of the dark place.

There are too many monsters here.

Yes, monsters—whether it’s people wandering the streets holding torches, kitchen knives, hoes, etc., or huge crows crawling on the ground, or wild dogs with red eyes, they are all monsters.

They were scattered in every corner, all of them lost their minds, leaving only the desire for killing and blood, and any living people would frantically attack them, seemingly tireless.

Matthew felt tired for a while.

At the very beginning, she was expecting to save a man dressed as a priest, but when the priest turned his head, his eyes were empty, and a berserker-like growl came out of his throat, she knew that there was no normal person here.

The sky was a dark and ghostly crimson, with no stars and no moon, and the thick clouds blocked the light that wasn't much, and the whole city was plunged into darkness.High and low Gothic buildings are connected together, with unclear levels and intricate structures. The pointed roofs are like sharp knives piercing the sky.

This is a Victorian-style city, but it does not have the beauty and elegance of England at all. It is only dilapidated, dirty, crazy, and bloody, like an abyss devouring life.

After a short rest, the girl resolutely threw herself into the next round of fighting.

In any case, finding the seniors and other followers is the most important thing.

She walked through a park filled with sculptures, nimbly dodging wandering corpses.

These statues are different from those of Songarde.In the habitat of the hero's soul in the night, there are also many towering statues. When Mash looked up, he tried his best to raise his neck.

However, although those huge statues bring a certain sense of oppression in terms of height, they will also turn as people walk around-for example, the statues will always silently look at outsiders.But being watched by them is not terrible, as if the souls of the heroes are guarding themselves.

But the sculptures in this area are much more creepy and gloomy. They are just ordinary street sculptures, and their sizes are not out of the ordinary, but they are extraordinarily numerous. They are in various poses and poses, with strange expressions, exuding a cold color in the dark night. .

This may also be due to being alone and thinking too much.Matthew tightened her shield tightly, and her worries continued to spread. She passed by the bronze statue holding a candle and wiped her sweat.

I don't know how long time has passed, and the girl's heart is getting more and more tormented.

Senior, senior, where are you?

She was a little dazed, if the senior was like her, and was alone in this situation, what should I do?

The dead branches under the feet of "Crack" made a slight sound.

A red light flickered in the dark corner, and the salivating hound opened its mouth wide and rushed towards its prey.

"—!"

A strange red shadow flashed in the girl's corner of the eye, and she was about to turn around to fight back, but she tripped over the coffin at her feet, so she had to change her posture and roll on the spot to avoid the attack first.

But a loud roar suddenly came from behind: "Eat my Foshan Wuying feet——!"

There was a bursting impact, and two "chuckles", the wild dog flew out of Matthew's head with a mournful cry, its broken body in two rolled in the air, and the blood was soaring.

Mash turned her head in shock, and saw the girl in black hunter outfit with leather boots holding a huge scythe, and turning around in a cool way.

The outline of the man's face was not very clear under the dim light, but he could vaguely see that his eyes were clear and bright.

"Hey, little beauty, can you still stand up?" The man whistled at her with a sickle on his shoulder.

Ma Xiu's eyes lit up, "That's great, senior!" She struggled to support her upper body, her eyes instantly seemed to be ignited with hot flames.

The girl in the hunter suit froze for a moment, "Little sister, what did you call me just now?"

"senior……"

The man turned the sickle, thrust it into the ground, and tilted his head, "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

"No!" Matthew blushed, "You are the one I've known all along, absolutely, absolutely nothing wrong!"

"Okay." The girl shrugged, seemingly not paying attention to what she said, she stretched out her hand and pulled Matthew up from the ground, and said, "I don't care if you are looking for someone who looks like me, but this kind of The place is too dangerous for a little girl like you."

"Senior is obviously not much older than me..." Matthew retorted in a low voice.

She was disgraced right now, because of the continuous battles, there were still many scratches and bloodstains on her body, and the parts that were not wrapped by the tight combat uniform were covered with scars, and she looked quite embarrassed.

The girl stuck the sickle behind her back, and patted the dust off her body, "Your senior is really irresponsible, he left you here alone, I really don't understand pity." She pulled out a handkerchief from her waist, Gently wiped the blood on Matthew's forehead.

"..." Matthew thought for a while, "No, senior didn't..."

"You still speak for him. I understand. Isn't this kind of drama the eight o'clock show where the scumbag abandons his original partner to pursue the mistress, and the original partner is angry and runs for love?"

Don't run the train with your mouth full...

Mash became more and more sure that the person she was looking for was in front of her. Unfortunately, for some reason, she lost all her memories about herself, and probably couldn't remember everyone in Chaldea either.

The senior must have encountered some accident.

She lowered her eyelids in a little disappointment, and she cheered up again. It's okay, I can't say anything else, but what is certain is that as long as the enemy is defeated and this singularity is repaired, the senior will definitely remember everything!

And it's great that the person in front of me didn't get hurt at all.

"Uh, sorry..." The girl blinked, "I've never been very good at bandaging." She let go of her hand, looked at Matthew's head, and twitched her mouth, "This skill has never been lit."

"It's okay." Matthew took the initiative to hold the girl's hand and smiled, "It's already fine, thank you senior." She smiled and touched the crooked turban on her head.

The girl stared at the warm smile for a moment.

"Wow, I seem to have picked up a little angel..."

The little angel came back to life after a short rest. She watched Wen Shuo, who had overthrown all the people, pick up a torch from the burning fire for lighting, and scavenged a bunch of sundries from the corpse. Throw out the torch and burn the corpse...

I always feel that the person in front of me seems to be different, and the momentum alone is quite different from before.

Wen Shuo walked towards her and threw a small medicine bottle over, "Take it, although I don't know what it's useful for, just be prepared."

Facing what could be regarded as a strange gaze, Ma Xiu felt indescribably complicated. She bit her lower lip and asked cautiously, "Senior...can you tell me your name?"

"This... of course it's okay. You don't have to be so polite to call me senior, I still treat the only living person very preferentially." The girl dressed as a hunter smiled, "My name is Wen Shuo. You see, absolutely It's not someone you know, because I haven't seen a little sister as cute as Matthew before, if I did, how could I not have an impression?"

Matthew didn't speak, and Xin Dao really didn't remember anything.It would be great if His Excellency Merlin was here, maybe he could figure out what's wrong.

While Wen Shuo looked at the street pattern here, he had a headache, and felt that these Victorian-style buildings all looked the same, and he couldn't tell which was which.

She swept away a coffin that was blocking the way, and said to herself: "Where is this broken place? I feel that there is no such anti-human place in my human cognition."

"Yarnan." Matthew came back to his senses, "The residents here told me that this place is called Yanan, but I have never heard of such a city in British history."

If an existence that has never been heard of in the voluminous volumes suddenly appeared at the singularity point to be corrected, and everything here is so strange and terrifying, then this city may be the source of the collapse of history.

She was a little depressed, "And for some reason, the aborigines are very repulsive to outsiders, and none of them are willing to communicate properly."

They would just curse—"Damn strangers! You are the ones who brought the chaos!" "Get out! Don't bother us again!"

A girl who has always been gentle and polite has never been treated like this.

Wen Shuo raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, he found the nearest house and knocked on the door, trying to communicate with the people inside through the dimly lit window, "Excuse me, is it convenient to ask a question?"

"Go away! Yanan doesn't welcome you! After tonight, you reptiles will die outside cough cough... Hahahahaha..." Crazy laughter came from inside.

"What's wrong, it seems that this place is no longer worth saving." The girl shrugged and said in a rather cold and relaxed manner.

Matthew's expression moved slightly.

Wen Shuo slashed a sack brother flying with a fierce scythe, and at the end he rummaged through the sack to find a little grease.

"Tsk, it's really poor." He complained like this, kicked the broken body of the living corpse aside, took out a small oil can from the leather bag hanging by his waist, greased it, lit it, and threw it at the running corpse Running on the wild dog, all in one go.

"Let's go!"

There was a fierce explosion behind him, and the scorching air licked his back. While being dragged away, Mash turned his head to look at the energetic Wen Shuo, and his mood jumped up a little, as if he had returned to Fuyuki in a trance. At that time, this person was also so passionate.

It is also the raging fire that illuminates the sky, the collapsed and dilapidated buildings, and the monsters that keep attacking.

It's... so similar.

It's just that at that time, the girl named Wen Shuo was not wielding a sickle but a steel pipe.Later, she thought the steel pipe was too hot to handle, so she threw away the steel pipe and directly picked up two pieces of fierce bones from the scattered Dragon Tooth Soldiers as weapons.

But in comparison, the current Wen Shuo is more familiar and free-spirited, and also more... insolent.

Thinking back, Matthew couldn't help sighing in a low voice: "Senior is really amazing."

"Of course." Wen Shuo smiled smugly, "There are not many black geniuses in the world who have developed morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor like me...well, there are not many."

"However, I always feel that my physical fitness is much better than before..." She waved her sickle and wondered, "Can I lift such a heavy thing before?"

You don't even look at your vaguely muscular shoulder and arm lines now.

She kicked away a handful of straws and said, "I happen to be looking for someone, Matthew, do you want to go together? By the way, look for your companion."

Matthew wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "What kind of person? And where was Senior before? I've been looking for a long time, but I haven't seen a normal person. Mr. Robin and Siegfried Sir, they too, seem to have disappeared suddenly."

"Ah? Are there several people who will help you denounce the scumbag?"

Facing the dissatisfied look in the little girl's eyes, Wen Shuo changed the subject with a smile, "Where did you say I came from? It's a long story, but I don't know very well. I don't know if the old man is lying to me." Sickle Under the faint firelight, a silver net was intertwined, and the living corpse flew straight out, dragging bloodstains on the ground, Matthew made up the knife in time, and the two cooperated quite tacitly.

"As for the person I'm looking for, I met him in the prison." Wen Shuo said casually, "He's a very irritable old man, one can hit seven, he can cut from Tsim Sha Tsui to Causeway Bay, Penglai to Nantianmen. The fighter jets in No. [-] Middle School..."

If Ma Xiu carefully observes Wen Shuo's expression at this time, he will find a trace of interest and imperceptible fanaticism hidden in the night in those pupils.

But she didn't, and she was still happy that there might be another strong supporter, because according to this description, it was likely to be another kind heroic spirit, although it might not be a servant of Chaldea.

"So it was a gentleman who helped senior, maybe a powerful heroic spirit." The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in doubt, "But why didn't you see him?"

"I don't know. After we came out, we were teleported apart." Wen Shuo paused, rubbing his chin, "What is a heroic spirit?"

Matthew was stunned, eh... If she explained it to senior now, would she accept it?

She was still thinking, and then she heard the person next to her briskly say: "I don't know if that old man lied, but little Matthew will definitely not lie to me, right?"

The beautiful girl in tights suddenly felt that something was not right, and the feeling was fleeting. She turned her head, blinked, and smiled at Wen Shuo who was watching her: "Of course not... Speaking of the heroic spirit, er, senior, Where's your communicator?"

Matthew suddenly remembered the doctor whom he had not been in contact with.

Communicator?

Wen Shuo followed the lovely girl's eyes and landed on her wrist - it was empty now.She thought about the little thing that was originally worn on her wrist, and her expression turned serious, "...communicator? Do you know what that is? Isn't that a military tracker or something?"

She glanced at Matthew suspiciously, seeing Matthew frowning in a daze, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Forget it. But that so-called communicator..."

She smiled at Matthew, showing her white teeth, and her expression became unpredictable under the light of the fire, "I've already been torn to pieces by me."

The author has something to say: I feel sorry for the communicator for a second and the doctor who has not been online so far.

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I modified it and suddenly felt that something was wrong... (cover face