People who make crafts will always encounter a work that has failed or is about to be completed, and find that there are flaws. Although these works have regrets, those who pursue perfection will rework these imperfect works.

Reworked works, whether tattered or whole, are thrown into the furnace and smelted, whether they are pottery, glass, or metal.

These miscellaneous things, broken and re-piled, until they become one.

The Cherf that Start saw was like a pile of human organs, with severed hands and feet, piled together, forcibly squeezed, revealing half of his body, his face was already bloated, his facial features were squeezed together, and his bloody head would fall from time to time with drops of blood, or something.

He stumbled, making sounds, but couldn't tell if it was a language or just a sound.

Stadt piloted the mech, looking at him, and although he was afraid, he zoomed in on the image and presented it in front of him.

Start unconsciously gasped and breathed heavily, in the meat ball in front of him, only Cherf was conscious, but the whole meat ball still shook at a certain frequency!

It's like a heart.

There was a loud bang behind him, reminding Start that this was not the time to sigh.

He was at the end of the road at this time, and there was no trace of back road ahead, he had reached the end of the road.

He looked at the time, he had just delayed as much as he could, he had already bought half an hour or so, and the entanglement with the monster in the middle, although he and the monster were always trying to figure out each other, and he still had a few rounds of ammunition, but he didn't intend to wait until the end.

After all, the damage caused by those few rounds of ammunition was not a fatal blow to the monster at all.

He looked at the huge ball of flesh of the heart, and he saw that with Cherf's whimper, there were many cavities on the ball that resembled the mouth, or holes, and as Cherf opened his mouth and whimpered, they also closed one after the other.

They're doing the same thing.

This frightened and disgusted Stat.

It's like the ball of flesh has dense holes, large and small shapes, that is, holes, whether it is a human organ, or it is formed by itself, or some other organ. At the same time, he opened and closed at the same time, even if he did not have a dense phobia, he felt uncomfortable.

He heard the approaching footsteps of the monster, the experience he had gained from fighting the monster. The monster's footsteps were different, and its footsteps couldn't be heard at all if you didn't listen carefully.

Its way of walking is not step by step, but jumping, and every time it lands, it is like a drop of water falling into sleep, with a gentle "tick knock". It jumped a few meters away.

It's only when it's in battle that it has a way of strolling.

That's why at first I always feel like this monster is moving erratically.

He deliberately amplified the sound of the monster's walking frequencies so that he could observe it at any time.

At this time, the monster was already approaching the door, and he didn't think about it at all, and squeezed directly behind the huge heart ball.

"Tick knock."

The monster's footsteps reached the door, and Start pushed the huge ball of flesh from his heart, which he felt as if it was growing with the ground, and no matter how much he pushed, it didn't move. While he was surprised, he also had to give up his move.

He had his back to the ball, facing the door.

This was the only thing he could do at the moment, and delaying time and giving his companions more time to escape was his purpose.

There are also two bullets.

That's enough.

Stat examined his body.

There were many scratches on the surface of the mecha, and two of them had approached the core, and the shell that protected the core was in tatters. Stutter effortlessly tore the shell off, which was good and saved ammunition.

Staid had never done anything like this, he had never had such an experience, and he could always tell it from the dictations of his fellow men.

The moment the mecha was destroyed, it was as if it suddenly lost consciousness, and all the pain of the mecha was transmitted to itself, as if it had experienced a death.

Everyone has different opinions about it, but the only difference is that they are surprisingly consistent.

It's like dying once.

He looked at the core of his chest, he had always avoided letting the monster avoid the fatal part of his chest, although the core did not occupy much space, but this monster seemed to know the Achilles' heel of the mecha, and every attack was in this part.

He knew how the monster attacked, and every time he was able to dodge and fight back.

This time...

You don't need it.

He waited quietly and listened.

The previous "tick knock" sound was outside the door, and he kept his eyes on the door, waiting for the monster to be killed.

Strangely, he waited for a long time and didn't see the monster.

Did it leave?

It couldn't be, he kept locked on to the sound, neither heard the sound leave, nor heard it again.

Meanwhile, this monster is out there.

Why doesn't it come in?

Is it waiting for me to get fooled and walk out on its own?

Still is?

Start guessed, not wondering why the monster hadn't come in.

The monster doesn't enter, and he is happier to consume time.

Time passed proudly, and Stat would look at the time every two seconds, and he would quickly stare at the door, and if he didn't pay attention, the monster would kill him in the next half second.

He couldn't give the monster a chance to kill, his muzzle was always pointed at the door, while the other hand, holding the dagger, was aimed at the core.

So what is the monster waiting for?

Ten minutes had passed, and he had already fought with the monster for dozens of rounds before, and almost every few seconds he would fight the monster in close combat, break free, and escape.

And in the past ten minutes, the monster has not made any moves.

Such an anomaly made Staid unable to adapt at all, and he was more careful, no matter what the reason, he did not want to take it lightly.

I don't know if it was three minutes or five minutes.

Stutter saw the monster's feet move towards the door, and its movements were extremely careful, making Start think of felines.

The monster's foot crept cautiously into the door, then landed, then the other, and Start couldn't understand why the monster was so careful, as if it were acting like it could keep him from seeing.

But when its head came in, it had already noticed that Start had raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the head. But it didn't show any fear, but it seemed to lose its breath, and when it was about to enter with its whole body, it saw Stadt's other hand facing its core, and its movements stopped, as if it were still, neither forward nor backward.

Staid noticed, for the time being, that it was the organ of the head, that it was not him, that he could feel, that its attention was not on him, or rather, on him, but on the other hand, not the hand holding the gun.

Hand with a dagger.

He noticed that the monster was not completely stationary, it would always take advantage of his lack of attention and get closer, he turned sideways, and the monster's movements stopped again.

Start thought about it and immediately understood, the dagger in his right hand was decisively and firmly inserted into the core, and the monster's movements were faster, and when he inserted it into the core, he pounced!