The knock on the door, no, it should be said that the sound of slamming the door is getting more and more urgent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info roar is getting louder and louder, mixed with multiple different voices and tones, and the chaos makes people shudder. This door is a code door, and it is very strong. At first, there was no movement, but then the increase in the roaring caused a violent knocking on the door, and then the door shook slightly! This is no ordinary security door, this is a sturdy safety door! I didn't need to be sobered up now, and I suddenly lost all my sleepiness and jumped up from the ground. The exoskeleton armor had to be taken with me, so I pulled out a large hiking bag from behind the engineer's desk and carefully tucked it in, surveying my surroundings. Rushing out is a dead end, and now you can only run for your life. It's impossible to blow up the wall, but fortunately, the sky won't destroy me, and there is a ventilated space with a relatively wide opening overhead. I placed the table under the vent, a chair was set up on the table, I stood on the table, knocked down the iron window firmly nailed to the vent with a laser gun, and lifted the exoskeleton armor. It's a lot heavier than an off-road backpack, and I had to "recharge" it and take a deep breath before I reluctantly threw it into the vent passage. The sound falling on the vents seemed muffled, and it looked like the four walls of the passage overhead were made of solid cement. That's good, I took a few breaths and jumped twice. The ceiling was so high that the first time I only touched the edge of the vent, and the second time I barely managed to make it into the passage, but I fell on the table again because I didn't hold my hands firmly. At this moment, the door is no longer shaking, it is simply wailing. The garbled voices of slave laborers have been replaced by the roars of the unified beastmen, and the sturdy safety doors have even been deformed, prompting me to flee here as quickly as possible. I simply got off the chair, found another table to rest on the original table, climbed on the table, and placed the chair on the two floors of the table. Before I finished arranging, I only heard the sound of "Woo Woo" behind me, and the door was knocked out of shape! I didn't want to wait for my head to end up with the door, so I jumped onto the chair and slammed it so hard that my whole body climbed into the vent with the help of my arms. Although the back of the chair was fragile, it had to step on it in a hurry, so I got the backpack and climbed into the ventilation duct in embarrassment. As soon as it was settled, the door, which had been wailing for a long time, seemed to know that it had completed its mission, and finally collapsed. Looking at the tide of orcs and slave laborers as they broke through the gate, glad they survived, and looking at the orcs and slave laborers below who yelled at me in frustration because they were one step too slow, I thought of something more interesting. "I must be tired from all over the basement to gather here," I said to myself, holding a grenade in my hand, to the monsters below, "goodbye." ”

Rather than seeing the explosion of the laser grenade up close, I chose to walk away, leaving behind a large exploding sound muffled by screams. With their keen sense of hearing and smell, they will soon locate and hunt me down. There are at least two hundred slave laborers and berserkers in the entire basement, and unless I turn off the base's life-support system, I'll be one of them.

Damn it! Even if it succeeds, what if? I asked myself, and the answer was simple: I had to find another spacesuit and put it on before the system shut down. Otherwise, there will be no place for me to bury myself on the moon.

It was terriblely cold in the passage, and although there was no cold wind dripping into ice, the biting chill still forced me not only to tremble with my teeth, but also to break out in a cold sweat all over my body. I've never been used to the cold, and I feel like my brain is freezing at the moment. I even began to wonder if no, I was sure I wouldn't have made it to my destination before I froze to death. It's too cold here.

I started to think of something inconsequential. In the past, when I was in crisis, I remembered fragments of previous missions, or some details of Instructor Cherdenko, and my adoptive father and my mother, whom I had never met. But now, I'm thinking of Daxia.

Daxia ...... I wasn't impressed with her before. All I remember is her fiery red hair and her eyes full of grief. When I went on an outing to Leningrad as an elementary school, it was out of season, and the February spring air was blowing over the December wind. I remember that day, not just Daxia, who was only wearing spring clothes, but everyone shivered in the cold wind and cursed the weather. I don't know why I think of this, maybe it's all because of the cold. The further I crawled, the colder I became. I must not fall into the ventilation duct, let alone become a piece of ice.

I suddenly remembered what Daxia said that day: "Where did this cold wind come from?" At that time, there was a burst of laughter, and now that I think about it, not only can I not laugh, but I even have a feeling of empowerment.

That's right...... This chill is not the cold of the weather or the damage to the heating system, it is the cold that comes from the constant temperature room! Although I couldn't go in the coldest direction, now that I knew how to identify my destination, i.e., I had the "ball of thread in the Cretan labyrinth", I thought it would be easy to find the control room.

I threw a laser grenade behind me, opening the gap in the passage from behind me down into the hallway, and then unleashed the last miniature horror robot in my pocket into the depths of the passage. As soon as I got back into the hallway, I realized how timely my decision was: even as the roars of the beastmen were getting closer, the slave laborers in front of me were crowded. But if I hadn't left the passage sooner, I'd have froze to death......

The thermometer showed that the room temperature was only 17 degrees. The commander of Yuri's forces in the Moon Fortress is much more ruthless than his counterparts on Earth, and those people seem to have left a hand, but this one is slaughtered.

The temperature around is still too cold, but it is much stronger than in the ventilation duct, not to mention knowing the direction of arriving at the destination. Now it's not about where I'm going to go, it's about how I'm going to get there. In the corridors, the cries of beastmen and slave laborers came from all directions. The Orcs are slow and converge as they travel, so they basically come from behind; Slave laborers were fast, so they chose to go around in all directions and outflank them from all sides. Can't go back! I opened the backpack and removed the exoskeleton armor from the bag. It has to be fast! I anxiously picked up pieces of armor and put them on my body, and a slave laborer took the lead, and I picked up a laser gun, and a shot came to the head, and the slave laborer in Yuri's recruit uniform died. The ground began to shake slightly, and I could feel it as I sat on the ground, and the sound of shaking and roaring in all directions reminded me to hurry up.

"The exoskeleton armor is assembled, and the computer system is started." When I put on the helmet and pressed the button, it took a full half minute for the voice system in the helmet to give me this sentence. At this moment, several slave laborers pounced in front of me, and I raised my gun and fired again, one at a time, and immediately there was a large pile of decomposed corpses in front of me. This should just be a prelude...... Damn, this broken exoskeleton armor reacts quickly!

"Debugging...... There are 30 seconds to go......"

I couldn't sit still, but wearing a heavy armor, it was too inconvenient to move. I ran into the next room. By the flickering light of the emergency lights, I could see that this was a warehouse for space food, and now all that was left was the mess of the ground. The shelves are littered with insulated paper bags, or a packet of powder that is just thrown on the floor like instant noodles crushed by a naughty kid in the supermarket, to name a few. "What a waste of food." I sighed and suddenly remembered that the door wasn't closed yet. But a dozen slave laborers had already arrived at the door, and the first two were almost in front of the door. Even if even one slave laborer was put in, there would be an endless influx of those behind, and I raised my hand to kill two first, and pushed out a few shelves to block the door. The slave laborers did not know how to dodge, and several fell in this collision. While the few remaining slave laborers were still getting up, I hurriedly closed the door. After the heavy safety door slowly closed, I was not at ease, and fired a few more shots at the magnetic card slot next to it. As soon as the door closed, I noticed that I was actually quite tired. I haven't eaten or drunk since I landed on the moon, and I'm running around wearing a suit of about thirty kilograms...... Oh, my God...... No, my throat is like a volcano about to erupt, my stomach is more upset than a march on the streets of New York, and the weight of my legs is ...... Probably, the weight of this set of exoskeleton armor has already been exceeded. I sat down on the ground, took off my helmet and picked up a random pack of compressed biscuits from the ground, took it apart and ate a few pieces, and then found a bottle of mineral water to drink a few sips. Having regained some strength, I began to check the problem with the exoskeleton armor. The helmet is displayed because of the ...... Freezing in the ventilation ducts, the exoskeleton armored computer is still adjusting?

Isn't it, it's hibernating, too? Dumbfounded, I had to think about what to do. The knocking of the safety door behind it was no longer the tickling of the slave laborers, but the slapping of the beastmen's palms like an earthquake. I can't help it, but where to run? There were surprisingly cold ventilation ducts overhead, there were no doors around, and the grenades around me were all lasers, and I would definitely die from radiation in this explosion.

It was at this time that the surrounding temperature suddenly stopped falling. I didn't react because of the strenuous exercise just now, but now I noticed that the warmth was not sweating because I was out of breath because I was running, but ...... It's that the surroundings are really warmer!

A small thing fell out of the ventilation duct and down the heater. I was so frightened that I rolled over and hid behind the cupboard, and only slowly approached when I noticed that there was no danger. The black-and-gray object was much smaller than a magazine, with a hemispherical shape on top and a red-striped conical shape below...... It wasn't so close, I didn't even recognize what it was.

When I saw that little thing, with several thin joints connected to it, I immediately understood: it was none other than the terrifying robot I had sent out! Usually I use horror robots that are "discarded like mud and sand", but this is the only one for me. It seems to have the meaning of the last glass of water in the desert.

"Thank you." Pick up the hot horror robot, and you don't have to look at it to know that the circuit inside it must be hopeless. Fortunately, the chip inside it was not damaged by the heat and cold. Braving the unbearable cold of the human body, and accepting the destruction caused by the cold and heat in the constant temperature room...... With that in mind, I gently opened the card slot on the side of my helmet and put the chip inside. The safety door behind me once again made a urging sound in front of the brute force of the beastmen, which made the tank's armor tremble, reminding me to climb the ventilation duct again.

Anyway, who made me more unlucky? Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the window above my head and looked down at the messy warehouses.