The Blood Moon is strange, like a giant blood-colored eye, looking down on the yellow sand-covered land.

"It hurts..., where is this..."

Luo Xing was lying flat on the pile of corpses, his eyes were confused, his skin was dry and cracked, and his whole person was like a dead wood that had been drained of nutrients.

The chaotic consciousness gradually became clear, and countless fragments of memories collided and fused in his brain, setting off stormy waves.

It's not his memory, it's a clone named Lotus.

In his memory, he saw the cruelty of this world, and felt Luo Xing's sadness, depression, despair, and yearning.

An inexplicable sadness and a sense of familiarity from the soul left him at a loss.

Why is it so sad? Why does the world feel familiar to me? He thought, "Who am I?"

Rummaging through all the fragments of memory, who is he? There was nothing to be gained about him, only sadness, a deep sorrow that lingered in the bottom of his heart.

He struggled to twist his body, trying to get himself up. However, this shriveled body had no strength, so he could only lie here quietly, looking at the poignant moon in the sky, waiting for his soul to gradually wither.

I don't know how long it took, he felt as if his body had come to an end, maybe the next second, the next breath, there would be no more breathing.

Are you dying? Who am I?

Thick doubts came with sleepiness, and his consciousness fell silent.

Alas! A sigh echoed in his head...

6：00

Luo Xing opened his eyes and sat up, it was still the same room, it was still the morning light, and the sunlight through the window gave this silent room a touch of vividness.

He got out of bed and walked to the window, the smell of steel was still there, the familiar streets, the familiar buildings, the familiar everything.

Luoxing? Is he Luoxing?

The familiar picture in the depths of his memory reappeared, and he was a little dazed, wasn't he already dead? Why is it coming back here?

Is it a dream?

His bewildered face was reflected on the glass of the window.

3...2...1, he counted silently, and the moment he counted to three, a huge airbus sped by, he stretched out his hand to feel the temperature coming from the window, and his puzzled look was even heavier.

What's going on? And the time in the memory is not bad, if the memory is true, then, next...

He turned around, walked into the washroom, and walked to the sink, on the rectangular washstand was a round water cup with a handle, and a finger-thick metal rod was diagonally inserted in the cup, he knew the name of this - Nano Oral Cleaning Robot.

"The tooth cup is 6cm away from the edge of the washstand, the cleaning robot is inserted at an angle of 86°, and after 5 seconds, a pair of robotic arms will poke out of the roof, the bedding will be arranged, and the neatly stacked work clothes will be placed at the end of the bed." According to the picture in his memory, he confirmed.

Pick up the metal rod, open your mouth, and insert the cleaning robot into the mouth, tick, the red indicator light on the metal rod lights up, and tens of millions of micro robots pour into the mouth, quickly cleaning up the residual substances in the mouth.

A minute later, the chime sounded again, the indicator light turned from red to green, and he took out the metal rod and inserted it into the tooth cup.

The metal rod adjusts the angle along the arc of the water glass, stands up obliquely at 86 degrees, and he puts the water cup down, fixed position, fixed distance.

When he walked out of the bathroom, a set of neatly stacked white overalls was already on the sheets.

Turning his head to look at the door that seemed to merge with the wall, he frowned.

It's 28 seconds slower than I remember, could it be that it took 28 seconds to think?

No longer hesitate, quickly walk to the bed, put on work clothes, and walk to the door.

6...5...1。

The door retracted silently into the wall, and the sight before him was also remembered as well, but this time he felt the intense vertigo rush over his visual nerves.

At a height of hundreds of meters, flying machines and airbuses criss-cross through the gaps of the building, and the scene is reproduced, but people's hearts have a different feeling.

Trying his best to suppress the tension and fear in his heart, he straightened up and waited for the airbus to be two seconds later.

The bus arrived as scheduled, and he stepped into the car.

The pictures in the memory are reproduced one by one, the source of fear comes from the unknown, and since everything is doomed, the fear of the past seems to be diluted by the familiarity of the memory.

Knowing the end of the story, perhaps, it will be this feeling.

He also tried to escape, but after countless deductions, he got only one result.

The red mist of 'nano gold devouring worms' frantically invaded his body from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, pores, and skin, rushing into his heart, devouring all the metal elements in his blood and body.

Devouring flesh, devouring bones, devouring hearts, devouring souls, the pain is speechless.

A terrible howl came out of his mouth, blending with the sorrow of the city, echoing in the sky above, and the city of Ole was in chaos under the red mist.

The desire to survive is replaced by despair, and if there is unbearable suffering in the world, this is one of them.

The sheer pain of extreme pain propelled him to roll more and more violently, and if there was a sharp weapon, whatever it was, he would not hesitate to plunge into his fragile heart.

He got it, it was a short blood-red knife, covered with blood, and shimmering with a strange red glow.

It's over, pain!

The moment the sharp tip of the knife plunged into the body, the world seemed to fall silent.

It's over..., hopefully won't wake up...

Click, a sound like a broken mirror sounded in my head, and time seemed to change from this moment.

Time passed, the moon was cold and the stars were scarce, the ruins of Ole City were desolate, and the air felt lonely.

"I'm alive..."

He didn't know why he was still alive, the shriveled corpses around him when he opened his eyes were still flashing in front of his eyes, and in his memory, yesterday or longer, they were the same, lying quietly beside him, pain carved deep wrinkles on their faces, and in their eyes there was not only despair, but also a desire to live—an instinctive desire.

His body trembled and he rose from the ground, and watched as the ruins strewn with wreckage moved towards desolation, the silent desert, the sand dunes like waves, as far as the eye could see.

Go?

It was a terrible feeling, he had a hollowed out chest cavity and nothing to lean on.

After standing for a long time, he finally took a step, he only had one thought, get out of here, feel freedom with his legs, this is Luo Xing's yearning, and it is also his.

It's late at night, the temperature of the desert is still hot, the fine sand is still trying to release the heat left by the hot arc of light during the day, walking barefoot on it is still like walking on a rocky that has been exposed to the sun, but for him who has experienced the pain of eating bones, he can still bear it.

How could this not be a different landscape?

Step by step, under the moonlight, the lonely figure left a series of tracks to the north.

From the sky, it is like a long and narrow ship, sailing from north to south on the sea, riding the wind and waves, and sailing away against the wind.

However, the giant ship was in dilapidation, the yellow sand was everywhere, and the machinery was crisscrossed, and a metallic crack separated a corner of the continent, and this rift was the boundary between humans and machines, the Scith Line.

The Scith Line is not a line, but a wall made of metal that is 100 meters high and tens of meters thick.

The city walls are majestic and magnificent, with giant particle cannons standing at the head of the city and pointing obliquely at the sky, and various types of mecha frequently move on the city, guarding the last line of defense of mankind.

In the main control room inside the city wall, Bob Lee sat half-reclining in a chair in front of the monitor, his legs crossed on the console in front of him, his eyes blurred, as if waking up from a dream.

Hiss~ He took a deep breath, opened his eyes suddenly, shook off the half of the cigarette that had burned to the end between his fingertips, the hot pain like a pinprick made his brows furrow slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the time.

5：50

Bob twisted his neck vigorously to dispel the drowsiness, and stared at the monitor for eight hours straight, making his eyes a little sore.

In a few minutes, the first rays of the morning light will appear, and his night's duty to guard will be over.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and through the screen on the monitor, he saw that at the end of the sand sea, on the sand dunes, a figure slowly appeared......

The man's footsteps were a little floating, but there was a rhythm that looked like... Walking on the sand sea?

This weird feeling made him stunned, Bob quickly flicked the wheel on the console, and the picture quickly zoomed in, however, the picture has been put to the maximum but still can't be seen, but one thing is certain, it is really a person.

Who is he? Why is it in the southern part of the Setline line? There is a desert in the south, and there is only one city closest to this place, and that is Ole City, but..., that is the territory of the Machine Empire?

Bob's heart was full of doubts, he didn't notify the mecha troops on the city defense to investigate, he needed to determine the specific intentions of this person, now is not wartime, the other party is not a mecha, everything is based on observation, and besides, this strange situation has never appeared, at least after he entered the defense force, it has not appeared.

As the minutes passed, the sky began to turn slightly white, and Bob's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to see the person's face clearly through the rapidly glowing sky.

But...

The man stopped at this moment, and he turned his head to look east, where the sky met the sea of sand, where the sun rose.

The morning sun jumped out of the sea of sand, an angular and shining face, appeared in Bob's eyes, he seemed to be the first ray of light to dispel the darkness, the sky and the sea, light and darkness, the darkness behind him, where he was heading, that is, the light...