There were no supplies, no medical care, the loss of my left hand and the re-disability, plus the loss of the jetpack, which was so important to me on the move. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I'm in a state of utter despair.

But in this case, I no longer hesitated, and I had less worries.

Thinking of nothing and thinking about the consequences, I only had the bumpy road on the lava river in my sights.

I am no longer half-hearted, my mind is flat, and I feel very fulfilled without sorrow or joy.

Having come to this field anyway, there will never be a worse outcome, and I decided to give it a go.

The lack of a jetpack does have a great impact on me, but what is more dangerous is the loss of the support of my left hand, it is difficult for me to grasp my balance in the action of jumping up and down along the way, and there is a danger of falling down if I am not careful, in this case, the perception ability of the brain domain is not very useful, anyway, even if I perceive the jet, there is no way to dodge, it is better to ignore it. I try mine, God decides fate.

Determined to break the jar, I continued to walk above the sea of fire.

I feel like I'm being watched again. At first I thought it was the bots who ruled out the scouts and they wanted to know if I was dead. But as time went on, the feeling of surveillance persisted, and I realized that something was wrong.

Ordinary machines are not capable of moving here for long periods of time, and those maintenance robots, which I have also checked, have a simple structure, and most of their bodies are not insulated, so it is impossible to serve as spies.

What's that, exactly? If you're so down, you won't let me go, what the hell does God want?

Although I have made up my mind to break the jar, I will not ignore the existence of the enemy and continue to retreat on my own.

The so-called enemy is not the same as the calamity of nature. You can ignore it, it's all a matter of luck, and in reality you don't get better or worse luck just because you're conscious.

Unless I deliberately die, there is not much that a person can do in the face of the great forces of nature, which is why I dare to continue to retreat and leave my fate to luck.

The enemy is different, their strength is insignificant compared to nature, but they are extremely precisely targeted. If they are left unchecked, the enemy will strike at every small opportunity. The result can only be a mortal ending, which is not a matter of luck, but of life and death. Although I was faced with such a desperate situation, I did not give up, and I did not want to die just now, at least not so easily.

Although I was so hungry that my chest was close to my back, it became very difficult to stand firm even when I was lightheaded. However, the ability to perceive in the brain domain was not impaired because of this, and every time the ability was used to the point of exhaustion, it would return to the same state every once in a while.

The lava flow is different from clear water or solid buildings, the former is clear and transparent, and it can be easily penetrated, while the latter is thick but has a fixed structure, and my consciousness can still find an opportunity to penetrate it.

Lava, on the other hand, does not want to penetrate as easily as water and air, nor does it want to penetrate as easily as solids. The internal structure of matter, which changes from moment to moment, makes it difficult for me to truly understand what kind of world is under the torrent.

That's where that feeling of spying on me comes from. The vague and vague gaze made me try to capture his whereabouts several times to no avail.

It is difficult to imagine what lurks in the heat of almost a thousand degrees, in which even the most advanced mechs will not survive. But I'm still confident in my ability to perceive, and I must have something to stay in this boiling lava.

"It can't go on like this. I don't have much physical strength to spend on this kind of painful retreat. ”

Since it is surveillance, it means that the enemy's actions are already predictable, and what I want to do next can be guided by his identity.

With a plan in mind, my once irritable mood was relieved, and I silently calculated the time and location of the last time I felt the watcher.

I spotted a small pinnacle under the base structure, more than 20 meters above the lava river.

Here it is. I made the appearance of a sudden loss of physical strength, waving my limbs in mid-air, using inertia to fall headlong on the rocky peak and not get up again.

After feeling desperate, all my actions were more precise and the success rate was much higher. I was 100% satisfied with this performance, and even I was convinced by this exquisite performance.

Now I'm lying on my stomach on the pinnacle.

To be honest, the environment here is terrible, and the heat of more than 100 degrees makes my current posture very uncomfortable, and I believe that in half an hour, I will be burned by hellfire.

I'm still very nervous about staying here, for fear that the watchers won't see it, or see through my plan. I can't lie here all the time, I can't stand it and stand up, it not only means that the action fails, but it will also make the other party more vigilant, making it even more difficult to move an inch in the future.

Quietly, there was nothing but the rumbling sound of the lava river. I thought I would distract myself from the heat, maybe it would be better then.

Once I calmed down, I realized that I hadn't rested for a long time. Imagine from the stupid boy who was ignorant and wanted to join the Volunteer Army and kill the enemy to serve the country, to now, the captain veteran who has the ability to perceive the brain domain and is feared by the mechanical civilization. I've changed a lot. I have killed many enemies and killed a lot of my own people, am I the kind of person I wanted to be when I joined the army?

Would I regret losing my life the next moment?

I always feel indebted to my comrades who died for me on the battlefield. But when did all this come to an end? I am very different from before, I am no longer a rookie Zhao Ping, but a business warrior with rich experience and fame enough to make people fearful. Having killed so many enemies, the number has far exceeded those poor comrades.

Am I allowed to die now? Judging from the pure numbers, the number of enemies who have died because of me is far greater than the number of comrades who rescued me, which is already a reward, and I can close my eyes with peace of mind.

Thinking about you, I don't know how long it has been, the alarm in my heart is prominent, and I suddenly bounce up from the crouching position.

What I was confronted was, at first glance, like an inextinguishable flame. The shadow of a human figure could be faintly seen, surrounded by flames.

Me: "What's that?" ”

Shadow: "What are you?" Why did I detect both mechanical and biological properties. Are you a spy bred by Avalon? ”、

The fact that the shadow could speak really scared me. It's a strange language, I don't understand it, but the meaning of the shadow speaking to me appears in my mind inexplicably.

I'm curious about shadows, they speak a language I've never seen before. Why is it in the fire, and which side does it belong to?

It can't be the natives of Mars, I quickly dismissed the ridiculous idea.

Since humans explored galaxies and colonized star systems, hundreds of star world worlds have been discovered, and no other native civilization other than Earth has ever been discovered, not even microorganisms have ever seen it.

Seeing this flame-riddled figure, I didn't dare to speculate. Any life form, including the derivatives of the life of robots, is roughly active in an environment acceptable to human beings, and once it is out of the ordinary living environment, including robots, the cost of activities, wear and tear, etc., will increase significantly.

Even with my knowledge of history, I've never heard of a life that can move freely and in lava.

“...... You...... doesn't look like a friend of Mrs. Wall, so you're not a robot. However, you can survive in the flames, unlike humans. Can you tell me what it is? I'm not a robot. I lost my spine, both legs, and right arm because of the war, so these mechanical parts just replaced my original accessories. I'm still a human being inside. ”

In the way the shadow spoke, I said a large bucket of awkward words, and then stared at the shadow without blinking. Now that I have no weapons and have lost my right hand, I doubt how much of my combat power remains. This weird guy in front of me, if not the enemy, it would be better, otherwise I don't know how to fight him.

The shadow shook her head, blurting out the same particular language again, but I could still understand what it was saying, "I don't understand your language. If you have that ability, it will be more convenient for us to communicate directly with consciousness. ”

Consciousness Communication? I suddenly understood why I understood its words, and it turned out that it was speaking to me in both consciousness and voice.

I'm not sure how to communicate with consciousness, but I just use the counter-effect of wide-area perception to push my thoughts to the other person.

Repeating the previous words, the shadow's figure of the bath in fire visibly relaxed.

I noticed that the flames on his body were fading, revealing a skin similar to the black and red that lava cooled into.

Shadow: "It's nice to meet you, I think the enemy of my enemy is also a friend, you must know it." We're friends now. ”

The communication of consciousness was successful, and the monster in the flame was surprisingly simple and kind. After so many near-fatalities in Mrs. Wall's base, the god of fate has finally been gracious and intends to let me relax.

......

The Shadow's name is Shalaman, a common name that is grossly incommensurate with his appearance. He told me that he was once a native human who had voluntarily undergone genetic modification for the sake of his homeland and became a subhuman.

"Motherland? What is your home country? ”

After going through so much, I found myself very good at getting to the point. Completely ignoring Salaman's unbelievable body size, and his so-called genetic modification, a term I'd only heard in the lab, I noticed that he used the word homeland.

This should be the key message about my relationship with him.

"Motherland! yes, the motherland is critical, uh, can you tell me where your motherland is? ”

Salaman also realized the crucial significance of the representative of the motherland, and he suddenly became nervous, and I noticed that there was a flame of fire coming out of his body, just like when we first met.

"Yes, the motherland is very important, but Shalaman, you know, I asked the question first. As a human being, you have to understand the importance of precedence, so you have to tell me about your country first. ”

I found that Salaman's brain was not very good, although he was able to communicate with me normally, and he used the cool form of consciousness. However, after a few conversations, it became clear that he was very simple and very slow to respond verbally. If it were just a war of words, the ten Shalamans would not be my opponents.

"Uh...... It seems that what you said makes a lot of sense, you asked the question first, and I should have answered. However, as a warrior, discipline did not allow me to reveal my identity. ”

I almost fell off the pinnacle, well, I admit that I underestimated Shalaman, at least he was a good fighter, and he didn't give me a chance to take advantage of it with strict discipline.

"My name is Zhao Ping, and I'm a captain of the Martian Defense Force. My homeland is the Federation of the Solar System. You see, I have already told you about my homeland, and now it's your turn. Is it in your discipline that you refuse to reveal the name of your motherland to your allies? ”

Shalaman tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"You're right, the Solar Federation is not our enemy. In that case, I should be able to tell you the name of my country. ”

I swallowed, and I managed to convince this guy with a bad head. From the beginning of now, I was full of curiosity that there was another interstellar force involved here. How unreliable is our solar system government, secretly inviting Mrs. Wall's reinforcements, and even letting other forces know. Surveillance personnel were also sent.

What are you still keeping secrets, wouldn't it be easier to broadcast directly to the whole galaxy.

"No, although we are not enemies, we are not allies. Since I am not an ally, I cannot tell you the name of the motherland. ”

I slapped myself on the head. It's really out of mouth, and I stressed at the time what the allies do. As long as you are not an enemy, it is normal to know the name of the motherland.

Hey, what a dead eye.

"It's not fair, you already know my motherland, but you still hide yourself, how can we maintain stable cooperation in this way."

One plan can't be made, and two plans come up. The aroused curiosity must be satisfied, and I must know who sent this strange fellow.

Shalaman thought for a long time again, "I'm sorry, although I also think it's unfair, but I'm a soldier and I have to be disciplined, so I can only say I'm sorry." ”

I suddenly had a feeling that this guy named Salamane was pretending to be stupid, he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and he had used my information from just now, but he kept his information a secret, could such a person really be a fool?

The sense of superiority of the IQ that had just risen in my heart collapsed in an instant, and I looked at Salamane with resentful eyes. He looked back at me with a bewildered expression.

This guy must be laughing in his heart that I think I'm smart.

"Gollum"

The stomach screamed uncontrollably.

I suddenly thought of an important question, widened my eyes, and stood up eagerly.

"Leave your country alone. Shalaman, as a subhuman, you still have to eat, right?! ”

I almost snapped my eyeballs out of my sockets.

A bewildered Shalaman looked at me suspiciously, "Of course! Even if the genes are concocted, you still need to replenish energy to survive. ”

I almost jumped for joy and hugged this ugly guy. Instantly remembering that there would be fire on him, I could only resist the urge to hug and pretend to stretch my waist.

"Salaman, my friend! Sharing food is not against your discipline. ”