Abyssal Kingdom

Wayne stands on a hopeless island that is getting smaller and smaller, full of a sense of doom.

He fired more than a dozen shots in a row, completely overstretching himself, and forced back the army of animal slaves who rushed over.

The fire that burst out of the gun is no longer in the shape of a bullet, and every time it ignites an amazing fire, almost as if it can illuminate the dark night.

But it can't be illuminated, it's too deep here.

The ground around Wei'an has turned into a swamp. This is not an ancient demon territory, but a heavily polluted wetland, full of human garbage.

Trapped in tattered clothing, spray paint buckets, placards, pill bottles and corrupt government documents, he is trapped in the agony of the dead.

A few more humanoid creatures pounced on the defensive area, their bodies were quickly destroyed, but then the bug-like parts entangled and climbed up again.

For a while, Wei An's hands were so trembling that he couldn't lift the gun, but at this moment he didn't feel like a god at all, he was just an ordinary person.

He'd been through similar moments in the past, stuck somewhere, with no weapons at all, no support, trying desperately to survive.

The same is true of ancient civilizations. When they went to the battlefield, they found that the firepower of the system was not enough, and the energy pipeline had to be verified and authorized twice, and the power obtained was simply not enough.

Wei An calculated with all his remaining strength, whether there was any chance of him surviving.

He thought of Luoshen who died in hell, and Guiling told them about the fireworks set off by the last survivors after a battle. At that time, it felt like an ancient myth, but now when he couldn't help cursing, he finally understood .

It's just an advanced weapon of ancient civilization, and the things created can kill crack creatures.As with knives, guns, or energy cannons of earlier times, there's never enough time to run out.

You stare at resources, count on comrades-in-arms, look at the dead at a loss, feel angry because of some inexplicable injustice, feel powerless, but can't let go.

There was another sharp pain in Wei An's foot, and a chain grabbed him.

It brought about a moment of powerful mutation, and its centripetal force yanked him toward the dark core.

Wei An fell to the ground, his pitch-black body penetrated into his flesh like a virus, and the surrounding tissues quickly began to heat up, turning a normal human body into a slave-like appearance.

In the trance for a moment of severe pain, Wei An felt the distant consciousness of the creature that had become a humanoid worm.

That's the real world, still no words to understand the current situation, but there are lights, vehicles, houses and people.He saw the hospital, some demented and twisted people, like some serious genetic disease, looking terrible.

He also saw the lawyer, the protest, the broken face of someone—his family, obviously, the heartache coming from some distant, unknown past.

But the memory of being made into a slave is very weak, just a trace of hallucinatory trance, and then replaced by something more powerful.

That was the will of the "Lord of Hell", transmitted through the chains of the flesh.It is an ancient, invincible tyrant, and if it wants to, it must become its property, torture it at will, and make it forever a lowly slave of hell.

But Wei An sensed that building, standing brightly in hell, is a bright false god, not a mysterious, charming but evil thing in legends, but a very large and luxurious building, a new type of toy for the rich .

For what, a drug accident?

It will not be a drug experiment, there are too many victims, it is not a large-scale medical device related accident, then the scope will be larger, what will it be?

Those demented and distorted faces reminded Wei An of Li Yingquan's case. He had simply investigated it with the resources at hand. It was said that it was caused by an accidental leak of drugs. Is it similar here?

It was not easy for Wei An to shoot from this angle, but he did it anyway.

The next moment, a large flame rose on the "island", smashing the deformed "umbilical cord" and burning them. They really struggled and screamed in the fire like a human body, but it would end soon.

Not an ideal ending, of course, but at least they were no longer slaves to their persecutors.

At the moment of doing this, Wei An felt that the "Lord of Hell" was still staring at him, driving the slave to rush forward crazily.

They whimpered and rushed forward, being burned and still unable to retreat, but Wei An's strength could not free them, so these people regrown their limbs in pain and rushed forward again.

The hell lord doesn't care about their pain, as if getting a collection, a rare creature, and the warriors called "gods" in ancient civilizations are nothing more than such things, it must get what it wants.

Wayne was seriously overdrawn, and he felt a dark trance, a feeling like falling, falling from a war that must be won.

He thought for a moment that he was going to die here, like all those cornered caretakers, but he couldn't die!

It's not fair, why can they do something like this without paying-

At this time, he saw Guiling.

Wei An was sure that this was an illusion.

It was an extremely terrifying illusion caused by great pain and synchronization, the current situation of Guiling he saw.

At that moment, there was darkness above his field of vision, and there was a restraint instrument of astonishing scale, which really looked like a god seat, but it was mechanical.

Gui Ling was there, he looked weak, but he couldn't lean to one side, something went through his skull, he could only sit upright.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes were emotionless, Wei An had seen his eyes like this, like a frozen lake on a barren planet, completely cold and empty, he didn't care.

At such a moment, the sacred seat in his hallucinations faced the bright building, and Guiling looked like a creature more terrifying than the hell lord, an ancient god who was really alienated by those people with countless sacrifices and fanaticism.

He looked at the frantic animal slaves under his feet, as if he hadn't seen them.

Gui Ling didn't realize Wei An's existence either, he didn't notice this synchronization at all, too much pain and hatred would block part of his consciousness.

Gui Ling looked across, Wei An thought he might be talking to someone.

Then Wei An heard it, as if the Lord of Hell was speaking, which of course was not the case, but what they said was very similar.

The voice on the other side said: "This era is like this, you have seen enough, what are you fantasizing about?"

"From many years ago," Gui Ling said in a low voice, "I don't have any fantasies anymore."

The illusion in Wei An's eyes is only for a short while, and the next moment, it will continue to develop synchronously and enter the state of reality.

All the restraints of Guiling were stripped off, only the body remained. Standing beside Wei An's "island", he looked very thin and was about to be eaten up.

Without the terror on the throne, Gui Ling was wearing a black coat that Wei An had never seen before. It was hard to imagine how badly he was injured. The black coat could not see the color of blood, but his hands were full of dried blood.

He didn't wear shoes either, standing on the edge of the dark swamp, his feet were soaked in blood, Wei An could clearly see the horrible blood holes left by the restraints drilled into the wrists and ankles.

He looked like another tortured victim, and he glanced around blankly, then saw Wayne.

He didn't smile, as if the smile had been taken from his eyes forever.Wei An wanted to call his name, but his lips trembled and no sound came out.

Not too long ago, he comforted Wei An and fled to the illusion that he could maintain his sanity.

But only for a short moment, he looked like he didn't know him, Wei An knew that those people always have a way to reach the innermost part of your soul and take what they want.

Wei An walked over carefully, trying to reach out to touch Guiling, but he didn't.Guiling is not here, as if he is not by Guiling's side.

The man looked at this nightmare swamp covered in blood, as if he would merge with the darkness.

Guiling is still in a terrible situation, he looks distant, hostile, his eyes are dark, but this is his Guiling.

He stands here miserable, looking at everything with those dark blue eyes. The "god" created by ancient civilization has destroyed many hells and saved many people. That is his glorious history in the past.

Then Guiling spoke, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear clearly, for him, this war was a thin dream that rarely appeared in his synchronization, but he still remembered his position and what he should do.

He didn't ask, and he didn't say that he hoped that Wei An could save him as soon as possible. He just said to him: "Find the power design of Wutong and build an anti-gravity engine."