When the wind stopped, Qianzhou opened his eyes.

"This is ......," Qian Zhou's eyes widened as he looked at the scene around him.

The shattered earth turned out of gray-red soil, and various metal fragments were scattered on it, and there was not a single plant in sight. The air is rotten and cloudy, and the mouth seems to taste a faint taste of bitter almonds.

The gray sky seemed to be painted with a thick layer of paint, and the light was dim, like evening, and like the dawn that would never break. Countless flying machines made of metal were fighting, and red and purple rays of light flashed staggered.

Not far away, on the plain, humanoids in metal exoskeletons were armed with firearms, killing each other. The sound of bullets and artillery fire was incessant, and every now and then a red flame would explode.

Probably people, right? But Qianzhou clearly saw that they all had four arms.

"What afterimage of this era is this?" Qianzhou lay on the ground—just now, a laser grazed past him, blasting a large smooth crater.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake. Behind the mountain rises a tall tower, the top of which is as blue as the stars. Even from such a distance, Qianzhou could feel the terrifying energy contained in it.

Not to be outdone, the other side of the warring was not to be outdone.

A behemoth emerged from the gray clouds, like a floating metal continent, and the golden bright streaks on the silver shell were born and died one after another.

Qianzhou lay on the ground and shivered.

It's like a husky breaking into the battlefield of two teams of wolves, and you can only pray that neither side finds out.

"When will this afterimage end?"

As if it had been recharged, the suspended metal continent emitted a golden glow like the sun. But this is not the gentle spring of March.

Under the golden light, the soldiers on the other side began to melt like molten iron, yellow fat, red flesh, and white bones mixed together like paint, and together they merged into a disgusting twisted color.

Even if it was far away, Qianzhou's skin dripped like a melting candle, revealing scarlet flesh, and the sharp pain crept deeper into the muscles little by little.

In a trance, Qianzhou seemed to hear the hum of the strings plucking, and the blue light on the tower suddenly flashed.

When Qianzhou came back to his senses, the melted skin had returned to normal. The dead soldiers have also been re-established, as if stepping back in time.

No, it's not so much about going back in time, it's more like the side playing chess was not satisfied with the move, so he decided to regret the move and reset the board.

Where did Qianzhou dare to stay longer, and hurriedly stayed away from the battlefield, he swore that he had never run so fast in his life!

Not long after running, Qianzhou felt a wave of dizziness, and the tip of his nose felt a warmth. When I wiped it with my hand, I found that the nosebleed was flowing out like I didn't want money.

"I'll go, Radiation. ”

"Boom!" There was a loud bang in the distance, a bright flash that reminded Qianzhou of the burning magnesium bars in chemistry class—but such brightness could not be compared to a small magnesium bar.

The blast spread outward in a circle, and the already shattered ground seemed to be plowed over, and fragments of dirt were swept into the air. Even the whole world is like an old TV picture, and there are snowflake-colored spots.

Qianzhou raised his middle finger high: "I'll go to you!"

Fortunately, the picture was completely shattered at this time, and the channel was moved to the next one.

......

"My hometown is here!"

A deafening shout rang out from Qianzhou's ears, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps and the clashing of metal.

The temperature here is quite low, and the surrounding area is covered in snow, and the thick white snow seems to have a layer of mat.

Outside the woods, soldiers in medieval armor charge at the monsters on the ground with spears in hand. From time to time, there will be brilliant lights on the city walls.

"That's ...... Dragon?" Thousand Boats looked at the monster on the ground.

(Note: "Zhuo Gen" means "Dragon".) This is what is commonly referred to as the "Western Dragon". But in reality, considering the cultural differences, it is not appropriate to translate "Dragon" directly as "dragon". Therefore, in the setting of this book, "Dragon" is translated as "Zhuo Gen". At the same time, because people habitually call it a dragon, "Zhuo Gen" and "dragon" are used in people's actual use, which is interpreted by each other and distinguishes it from the dragon in the traditional sense of the Qin State. ）

The wide wings, slender body, black scale armor, and hideous head all show that this is the most famous beast in mythology.

However, at this time, Zhuo Gen's wings had broken off and could only stand on the ground.

Even so, with the mere wave of his paws and tail, a large number of soldiers fell.

But the soldiers were still not afraid of death, stepping on the corpses of their comrades and trying to leave some scars on Zhuo Gen's scale armor.

Maybe it's like they say, "My hometown is here".

Drogen opened his mouth, a purple fire burning deep in his throat. That's another sign of the Drogun, Dragon's Breath!

The viscous purple flames were reminiscent of an erupting volcano, and in just a split second, the charging soldiers burned into torches, screaming and turning to ashes. Still, someone drove the spear into Dragon's throat in flames.

And this is only the tip of the battlefield.

Look out further - a hundred-meter-tall giant runs across the land, knights on unknown birds keep attacking him, mountain beasts crash down the city walls, but are engulfed in flames, and dwarves, elves, goblins and other races can't stay out of the way, it's a feast that sweeps across the continent!

Qianzhou was lying on the ground, his eyes were thick with tiredness. Although the wound in his chest had healed, he still had a phantom pain.

This is already the fifth afterimage of the thousand boats passing by, but there is still no shadow of Faust and Aurora.

That's right, I don't know how many afterimages of the Forgotten Corridor are, how can they be so easy to encounter.

Qianzhou raised his left hand, and the palm of his hand was slightly transparent—this was a phenomenon of assimilation by the Forgotten Corridor.

The longer you stay in the Oblivion Corridor, the thinner your relationship with the present world becomes. Qianzhou is alone in this world, if he hadn't taught mathematics for a month, he had formed a lot of "fate", where would he persist to get now?

In other words, Aurora, who has been sleeping for a thousand years, is more dangerous than me!

Qianzhou shook his head, and the girl's face in his mind was already a little blurred, like a faded picture.

"So, I can't rest yet. Qianzhou struggled to stand up and straightened up.

Fortunately, under the background of the false afterimage in the Forgotten Corridor, the real "fate" is very distinct, and even Qianzhou can vaguely perceive it.

Since you haven't fallen yet, move on.

Perhaps, the next corner is an unexpected encounter.