While the twin moons cast their glow across the Endless Wasteland, Redcoat was standing alone on the top of a small hillside, waiting for the sunrise. For many days, at this time, he had to wait at the highest peak he could find nearby, making a secret wish again and again, and dreaming over and over again that would not come true.

Today is the last day. This is the time he has set for himself. It's too dangerous not to leave.

He felt his body tremble. I'm old. He told himself. It's just that I'm older, not because of fear and anger. Although his memory clearly told him that he had just undergone a life-extension surgery not long ago. While life extension surgery is almost like suicide for most people, he is no longer successful with the help of a warlock — meaning he will have at least thirty years to live.

It's dawn. It won't be long before the sun's rays will dye the sky red, and then its rays will descend on the entire earth, providing light and heat to all living things. A gust of wind blew, and he could feel the vitality around him. The surrounding grass and trees are shaking, as if expecting the morning sun.

But this is the life force of hypocrisy. This is the Banshee's Gate, a place that can be described as deadly, a thriving desert. Its very existence is a satire on the self-confidence of warlocks who think they can control everything. Warlocks brought alien intelligent beings from other worlds to the area, intending to use them as mercenaries or cannon fodder, but they were betrayed. The entire Banshee Gate was reduced to what it is today. Every plant and tree here is highly toxic – just one bite will give you no chance of regretting it.

In fact, it is not only highly toxic. He suddenly thought of the giant tree he had encountered the other day. It was a very tall tree, with a swarthy, indestructible-looking trunk and countless rattans hanging from its branches. It may not be edible, but it is undeniable that such a tree that can provide shade and escape the heat in a hot weather is a person (or an animal) who will want to rest in the shade of that tree for a while. Even if that person is wearing exoskeleton armor, it is no exception.

Then, when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had fallen into a net. The rattans tied him up, green viscous pus flowing across the surface of the exoskeleton's armor. I don't know what the pus is made of, but even the metal shell of the exoskeleton armor has been eroded into potholes in an instant. He was sure that if the liquid had flowed directly onto his skin, he would have dissolved into a cloud of protein in the first place.

Unfortunately, his exoskeleton armor was not waterproof, so the fluid that flowed into the joints caused major damage and caused the entire machinery to malfunction in the first place.

The end result was that he had left his exoskeleton armor to the tree - he felt a faint sense of pleasure in the distance when he heard the exoskeleton armor finally eroded, and the energy system exploded and burned with the sound of the trees falling.

Looking at the endless green grassland in the field of vision, people will unconsciously remind people of the original appearance of this land. At that time, this place may be a lifeless Gobi wasteland, or it may be dotted with rubble, but even the most barren land has a unique ecosystem. The creatures here are normal, natural, not the twisted and corrupt they are today. Today, the foothills of the mountains are lush with vegetation, but none of this has anything to do with local creatures, including humans.

Just a little bit...... Almost. If the intelligent creatures of the other world had succeeded in their schemes, then the whole world would not belong to human beings.

The morning light was shining, but there was still no one around, and there was no one in sight. With the power of the magic ring, his vision can reach the theoretical limit of human beings, even the smallest figure can be seen. But there really is nothing.

He had thought that the Brotherhood of the Dark Alliance would have a chance to escape here and join him. Many of them are hidden masters, and even call themselves invisible. But apparently, this time things are beyond the limits of their capabilities. No one cares much about a rat in the gutter, if the rat is not a threat.

The Dark Brotherhood is the oldest organization of mortal rebels, but as time passes, their hopes are diminishing. They can now only recall the fabled era of equality, and those stories have been passed down from generation to generation with the inheritance and education of the Brotherhood of the Dark Alliance. But now they have very little left. Red thought to herself. There are fewer and fewer people who still have ideals and beliefs. On the contrary, there is a growing number of speculators who only want to profit from it. Perhaps because of this, the Warlocks didn't even bother to deal with the titular rebel. Those people around him were the last of the remaining Dark Alliance Brotherhoods with the most traditional and still ideals. If they all die, then an era has passed. Red-clothed felt the sensation of her body being burned by the scorching sun. Even though the relevant historical knowledge can be passed down over dozens of centuries, there is no one who really wants to change everything. And even if they were, they were too few to take on the job.

He waited until noon. But there was nothing but himself. No one can escape here, everyone should be dead. He killed them.

He was the only one on the escape.

"I'll be back!" he swore behind him before he started. "I ......" but just one sentence choked his throat and couldn't say it anymore. This is a lie, an outright lie. He knows it. I didn't come back from this time. He didn't know why he had to tell this lie out loud, to whom he was telling it, and what was the use? Even if he defected to the Radiant Moon camp, and the Radiant Moon Warlocks trusted him, he would not be able to come back. His power can't change the world. No one can change the world!

His last lie vanished into the wind along with the choking sound, and above the earth, leaving only a series of lonely footprints.

……

He lay on the ground and watched as the other man plucked the magic ring from his feeble finger.

This is already the border, or rather, this is already Huiyue's sphere of influence. But he didn't finish this last distance.

He was not surprised that the killer was so persistent. But when he saw who the killer was, he still felt a heart-rending pain.

"Why......" he asked one last question from his dry, cracked lips. The scorching summer sun shone on him, and he only felt cold. An indescribable shiver pierced through his body.

"Because you're so stupid. How many times have the passionate red lips spit out cold words. "Do you really think you're qualified to be our equal? Your rebellion was stupid and ridiculous from the start, like a worm in a ditch, when the water dries up, you will be trampled to death. She chuckled insolently. "Well, I'll be honest. The fourth seat of the consul, the first alternate position. She looked down at the other. "That adult is coming to the end of his life, and I won't be able to wait ten years at most before I get to that position. There was a frenzy in her eyes that he had never seen before. "Take power!"

"I ...... There is no mutiny......" he breathed heavily, his lungs getting stiffer and stiffer. He couldn't see his body, but he knew very well that his internal organs were like paint, painting the ground into a painting. “…… It was ...... who rebelled You ......"

Indescribable remorse hung over him. Yes, he came according to the rules in everything. There may be some not-so-glamorous practices, but in the end, they are permissible. Everything he did was well-documented, it was nothing more than that he had done a lot, which could be regarded as a masterpiece. But he never expected that the warlocks would ...... The Warlocks...... actually flipped the table directly.

He may be a clever chess player, but no matter how clever a chess player is, he can't afford someone to overturn the chessboard directly.

"Mutiny?huh...... Hahahaha...... "The woman leaned forward and leaned back with a smile. "What stupid words, what stupid men. However, there was no mutiny. How could such a brilliant hero of ours have rebelled? It was the damned Radiant Moon Warlocks who launched an assassination. Yes, our convoy wiped out the Assassins, but they couldn't save the lives of their heroes. It's a pity, isn't it?" she smiled, holding the ring in the palm of her hand. "Don't think you're going to die just like that. You have caused me to lose a daughter who is of great value and has a great future. Now because of you, because of your stupidity, everything is ruined. Also, you shouldn't release those creatures. Do you know how much damage you've wreaked? Creatures of great power hunted from the Aether Sea! Most of them have incredible powers that even we can't fathom through them. She shook her head. "For this crime alone, you deserve to die without a place to be buried. ”

He wanted to make one last sarcasm, but his throat was so stiff that he could only make a meaningless "hehe" sound.

He watched as the other party took out the terminal and filmed all the deathbed scenes. He knew his wound was fatal—even though he was still alive. However, there are different types of fatal injuries, and some of them can actually struggle for a long time.

"Dying slowly in this wilderness where no one knows is really for you. When she was done, she wanted to leave. She didn't want to give the other person the final blow, maybe it was just her residual conscience, maybe it was just to satisfy her sadistic desires. He's dead, isn't he......? No one can save him, and in this state, even she can't save him. As we all know, it's easier to kill than to save. Erasing life is something that everyone can do, and bringing the dead back to life is an unattainable miracle.

……

"Your Excellency in Red!" the voice beside him brought his consciousness back to his senses instantly. In an instant, the wilderness, the sky, the killer, and the pain were all gone. Then he realized that he had just dozed off. This is normal - because he stayed awake all night last night, and he couldn't stop it when his drowsiness was rising. But in the eyes of everyone, even his face was filled with unspeakable embarrassment. "I didn't ...... Nothing, just a little tired. That one...... Has the welcome party started?"

When he was embarrassed to hide his gaffe, Hongyi didn't pay attention to a glance from the crowd around him. A look of surprise.

"Impossible......" the Dark Ranger of the Stygian muttered to himself in the crowd. "He's dead. ”