Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Azathoth couldn't remember how long he had been on this strange planet abandoned by humans.

This is a barren, remote, empty soil that is not even suitable for any unsuspecting life to survive.He slowly opened his eyes in the cold darkness, habitually twisted his head to move the non-existent muscles and bones, spit out a series of bubbles in the empty sea water, and skillfully waved the huge pitch-black tentacles with complicated and ominous lines They move toward the water.

Yes, you are not mistaken about the human beings who are drinking the happy water of the fat house in some galaxy far away.

That's tentacles.I don't know how all of this happened. In short, Azathoth has gotten used to his appearance that is too evil and terrifying for human aesthetics. Even beauty can't save the appearance of the chosen one.

Considering himself a retrograde in the face-watching era, since there are no living creatures around him who would be so frightened that his rationality would evaporate, Azathoth's range of activities is very wide.He poked his head out of the water, stretched his body under the relatively warm starlight, and looked around, only to find that his only 'companion' who could communicate with him did not appear on the ice to greet him as usual.

what happened?

Faintly aware of something unexpected happening, Azathoth seldom pulled himself together, enduring the hunger that came not only from his stomach but also from his spirit, and walked to this piece of ice at the pole of the star .If the artificial satellites in orbit at this time are still able to function normally, they will be able to photograph this rare scene:

A black shadow visible to the naked eye appeared over the supposedly white Antarctic sky, and it was also moving at an extremely fast speed towards the land in the southern hemisphere closest to the sea water and ice.

"Whoa-"

Azathoth suddenly surfaced, and because of its movement and size, it even caused a local high tide.A human city built of steel and iron appeared in front of him, and it was still covered by snow that had accumulated for an unknown number of years.From the side where the ocean is located, you can only see tall buildings, broken bridges, and half-faded advertising slogans and banners that flutter in mid-air when the wind blows.

He stopped at the spot to admire the magnificence and beauty of the remaining human civilization, and then continued to move towards the city. After walking for a long time, he heard a roar that was clearly a weapon explosion, and even the sound of the wind seemed loud in the environment It is very obvious inside and out.

The wet tentacles that Azathoth wriggled happily on the snow ground stopped immediately.There was a distinct hesitation on his far from human face.

**

If Igor Sullivan could talk to the gods in person like those missionaries, what he blurted out now must be blasphemous curses.

The prosthesis on Igor's left leg didn't know which part was caught when he struggled to climb out of the completely sacrificed mecha. Now it is not only inflexible when moving, but also aching at the connection with the body.

As for his right leg, which should have been intact, it was unfortunately wiped by a steel bar falling from the roof during the chase with a group of mentally retarded bionic bodyguards, and now it is bloody and bloody. No muscle damage.

To make matters worse, right now he is buried in the interlaced gap between the fallen concrete and the ground, unable to move. The outside world is an army of bionics with infrared scanning functions. The only lethal weapons in their hands are a regular laser gun and a laser gun in the mecha. A saber that is sharp enough but only fourteen centimeters long.

Although the former can easily burn the outer shell and inner metal parts of the bionic man, it is on the verge of being scrapped because it has been used too many times during the escape.The latter is extremely lethal in stabbing people, fighting with a group of bionic people who have no pain and only basic intelligence, either they are brainwashed or they are looking for death on purpose.

Igor's survival instinct and the self-esteem he has cultivated over the years made him unwilling to ruin his life in such a stupid way even if he was in a desperate situation.

The young man with gray hair and red eyes took a deep breath, raised his hand holding the wound on his right leg to stop the bleeding as if giving up, and enduring the pain, raised the corner of his mouth, showing a mocking smile.

What an embarrassment...the former 'His Excellency the Marshal'.

This title, which used to be full of glory and a symbol of status, is now nothing but irony.Ever since he was wanted in the universe for the crime of betraying mankind, and the Supreme Ruler of the Federation, who was his friend and supporter, also kept silent, Igor abandoned what he had as a general who defended his home and country on the battlefield. rights and responsibilities, and is ready to be an enemy of the world.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the sudden flash of the wormhole helped him get rid of the federation's pursuers, and he also threw him on this stupid planet on his own initiative... and was also killed by a group of people who had been strictly prohibited by the federal law The developed bionics are surrounded.

After a long absence, Igor remembered an oriental proverb: Hades will let you die on the third watch, but will not keep you until the fifth watch.

I am afraid that now is the moment when his death is imminent.He didn't die on the battlefield, he didn't die under the minions of the Zerg, he wasn't even sentenced for an unwarranted crime, but he was hacked to death by the relics of his predecessors on the barren star.

If this incident hadn't happened to Igor himself, he might still have tasted a bit of humor.

And now the only thing he can control is the only thing—that is, how to leave this world with dignity.

Igor subconsciously clenched the saber in his hand.

**

Azathoth hesitated a little.He was hiding in the shadows covered by tall buildings, quietly looking at where the gray-haired youth was.

It stands to reason that after seeing a human being for the first time in such a long time, he should at least feel a burst of joy and excitement, and no matter how bad he should be, he should first rush to rescue the person and ask about the situation.

But when things came to an end, he suddenly discovered that he was not really looking forward to communicating with strangers so much, and even saw that the other party was dying in front of his eyes, and there was still no wavering in his heart.

Before that, Azathoth was unaware that his personality had changed.His current body can move freely without food providing nutrients. In addition, he does not need to breathe oxygen, does not need a long sleep and rest, and has no real sense of the loss of a long time.

The reason why this planet is not suitable for living things is because it is shrouded in complex cosmic rays, and the oxygen content is lower than human needs. In addition, the surface temperature is always below minus [-] degrees Celsius, and mineral resources are extremely scarce.

But Azathoth lived alone on this desolate star, not only did he not feel pain, but he was happy.

The only thing that bothered him was the uninterrupted, insatiable hunger that he had been feeling since he was awake.

And after seeing a sudden visit from a stranger after a long absence, the human part of Azathoth's mind suddenly came alive.

Simultaneously, his mental hunger suddenly became intense.This feeling as if he hadn't eaten for seven days and seven nights made Azathoth restless, full of strange desires for people who broke into his territory, so even if he found that he didn't actually want to meet this human being in front of him, he Still standing in place did not leave.

It's almost like a pervert who observes secretly.

After realizing his inexplicable and contradictory instinctive behavior—the point is that the human is really about to die, and he looks like he will stab his heart with the knife in his hand at any time—after Azathoth thought Full of reluctance to have to talk face-to-face with a stranger, he still decided to save him.

One more thing, in order not to scare the fragile human to death, he had to change to an image that was approachable and in line with the other party's aesthetics.

A moment later, a black-haired, black-eyed young man in a black cloak and hood appeared on the tallest building in the complex.

**

When a tattered bionic man with exposed muscle lines lifted the concrete block on Igor's body, bent down to his position and lowered his head sideways, his empty eyes unblinking, this kind of The feeling of horror and the conditioned reflex that he had trained on the battlefield for a long time made him slash with his knife in an instant.

The metal blade cut through the bionic man's dilapidated skin, and the ultra-high-pressure air flow from the air tank inside the knife handle directly opened a hole in the bionic man's chest.The robot fell to the ground without a sound, but in an instant, its countless companions turned their heads one after another, and with eyes similar to those of human beings opened, they rushed towards Igor's location like hungry wolves.

The concrete block supported by the fallen bionic man was overwhelmed, and it was about to crash towards Igor.

The gray-haired young man didn't have the ability to pay attention to the enemies around him at this moment, he could only hold his breath and wait for the severe pain to come, life or death——

A pitch-black vine suddenly rolled up the heavy object in front of it condescendingly.

Immediately afterwards, more and more black vines surged from the shadows in all directions, lifting the stone weighing more than ten tons abruptly and overturning it to the other side.The snow and dust filled the air, and the sun illuminated Igor's vision again. Only then did he realize that those were not the branches of plants—they were tentacles stretched out by some kind of creature.

Just watching them lounging on the pale ground, between the wasteland and the city, was terrifying, dizzying and nauseating.

Igor, who had once unlocked the achievement of big kills and special kills on the battlefield, unexpectedly felt a clear and unreasonable fear at this moment.

He raised his head and looked up along the entangled and twisted tentacles.

I saw a submerged [-]-story building that seemed to be covered in black water.

——and the fuzzy manipulator standing on the top of the building, wearing a black crow-feather-like cloak and a hood.