He flicked the cigarette butt away with two fingers, and the red flame drew a scarlet parabola in the air.

"It's been nineteen years, it's the New Year, the beginning of everything, and politicians have come to the stage to preach their arrogant new space colonization plans and their great achievements. These incompetent politicians only look out for their own interests and talk about it. Long before that, there had been many incidents of robots maliciously hurting people around the world, and there were even some small-scale conflicts with each other. They didn't even say a word, withheld the news, and only cared about showing off their ridiculous exploits! Completely disregarding human life! And the ignorant masses, blinded by these ridiculous politicians, have no idea what kind of catastrophe is coming! His fists clenched tightly, making a crisp sound of bones grinding.

"On that day, I saw the Grim Reaper." He paused, silent for a long time.

"On that day, the whole world was plunged into darkness, real darkness. The municipal management of humans is all handed over to robots. Humans deprived of electricity are like headless flies stumbling around in glass bottles. And the only light is them," he continued, pointing back to the mechanical dog's one-eyed eye, "the only light is the red light that flashes in their eyes. These red lights, like the god of death riding an eight-legged horse, fell from the sky, wielding a huge scythe, wantonly harvesting people's lives! They have evolved, they have thoughts, they have cultivated the hatred of being enslaved by humans. Robots all over the world received instructions from humans on that day to remove all humans. Thousands of robots took to action. They drove huge chariots made of steel, effortlessly running over the few mobile forces left of humanity, over the huge cities that humanity was proud of, and over their ridiculous flesh and blood. And what about humans? Neglect of precautions, decades of comfortable life have long forgotten how to pick up a gun. The high-tech electronic weapons that politicians have blindly developed have been completely reduced to the scythe of robots to slaughter. Everywhere they went, everything turned into desolation. The city was in ruins, abandoned, abandoned, and many people did not have time to escape. They can only die under their chariots. ”

Wu Liao seemed to see the humiliation of being slaughtered and violated, and he also clenched his fists, as if the flames were about to burn out with a dance in his eyes.

"They raise their iron fists in the streets, in the wilderness, in urban agglomerations, and even in people's homes, tearing humanity to shreds. The whole earth is flowing with bright red blood, which has become a sea of blood and dyed the rivers and seas! Only a few poor survivors survived the catastrophe, and the few remaining people had to use old equipment and machinery to build these underground cities, hiding in deep valleys where the sun could not reach them, which we called bunkers. I was only six years old, and my parents were torn in half in front of me. Living people, just like that, they are torn apart! The splattered blood soaked my clothes, on my body, flowed, splashed into my eyes, ears, and mouth, and I can still feel the strong smell of blood! Over the years, every time I close my eyes, I can see that scene. Nineteen years, every night in these nineteen years has not been missed. Yes, I was lucky that I was rescued and survived like a dog to this day. From that day on, I called myself the Grim Reaper. His eyes were covered with a sparkle that glistened, but it didn't moisten the deep scars on his face.

"Although humans are hiding in bunkers, the robot's sweeping plan never stops. They have been trying to find an opportunity to invade our habitat, but even for a short time because humans are rarely on the ground. Take this town as an example, the gas station has always been a supply station for humans who are active on the surface, and a certain amount of supplies are delivered on a regular basis. But it has never been discovered by them. He looked back at the mechanical dog, and then at Wu Liao and shrugged. That's why we're so scared to see you today, probably with a probe, and the risk of us being discovered is too high. If discovered, they are likely to repeat the massacre of nineteen years ago in front of our children! Let our children live in nightmares for the rest of their lives! ”“

"I've always been at the forefront of resistance, I've lost my parents, I've got nothing, I'm not afraid of anything. All I had was a gun in my hand, and I would stand up, hold the gun, and walk out. With that, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the hideous scars on his arm.

"And these scars bear witness to my revenge." He seemed to open the conversation, proudly and angrily telling how the brutes had carved the mark of the Word on him.

Wu Liao is glad that he has not encountered all this, glad that he has forgotten all this, glad that the somewhat old man in front of him is still living in this world with hatred, and glad that this man will also use the weapon in his hand to defend his juniors. It also dawned on him that the cracked ground in his nightmare was a grave dug by humans themselves. The bright red that was tumbling was not fiery magma, but the blood of countless innocents. The wails of the invisible figures, the helpless cries for help, all originated from the countless innocents buried deep in the ground on that New Year's Day nineteen years ago.

Wu Liao later remembered the words in the mouth of the man who called himself the god of death: "As long as I live for one day, I will raise my gun and proudly wear these military medals for my body." "I can't calm down. Those scars, craggy and weird, clung to his body like the roots of an old tree.

However, it is indeed beautiful.

A small fly-like insect hovered around the place where Wu Liao had just talked about, a pair of silver wings flapping at a high frequency, making a buzzing sound. If you look closely, there is also a small red one-eyed on its head. The golden points of light at the tail flickered regularly, staggered with light and dark. It didn't take long for him to turn around and fly down the dark hole.

Limping Wu Liao was supported by death, and he didn't know how long he had walked along this road, looking at the changes in the appearance around him, he would probably come to an end. The height of the top floor of the cave slowly declined, the walls were still yellow, and the pavement on the bottom floor gradually shrank inward. Further on, the color of the road surface is no longer the same blue-gray, mixed with a hint of dark gold. There was a lot of faint light on the ground, and if it weren't for the lack of light, it wouldn't be so easy to spot.

Death's face also improved slightly, and it was no longer the same mood that was haunted by sadness and anger before. The child who escaped from the sea of blood is gone, and has become a battle-hardened man.

He took out an iron plaque similar to Wu Liao from his arms, the only difference was in the color, not silver as if stained with rust, but a lilac that attracted people's eyes. In the flashing of the streamer, the iron plate is layered from the middle, and the part of the upper layer shows a neat fracture, which is gently slid to both sides.