"The Fifth Civilization Balance System has been restarted...... One, two, four...... Data loss, reconnection. ”

"The reconnection is successful, the host Crusu is detected, the ability is compatible, the intelligence is compatible, the group is non-human, and the target is re-founded."

"Failed to find a target, re-examine the current host."

"The fit rate is 66%, the preferred target of civilization is now, the civilization overturning rate is 79%, the yellow emergency plan is activated, and the ...... is forcibly matched"

"Successful matching, advanced algorithm implantation."

"Outside interference was detected and forcibly evicted. The expulsion failed, and the will of the world was detected. Re-eviction, 93% progress. The eviction was successful. “

"Detects that the outside world is not up to standard, and forcibly wakes the host. The wake-up is successful, and the system enters a semi-sleep state.

"Preset restart time, unknown. Preset civilization correction time, unknown. Estimated time of host death, unknown. Maintain minimum operation and semi-sleep begins. ”

What is that? There's something in your head.

Crusu had a splitting headache, and he couldn't think at all.

The blade that tore through the sky before he died filled his memory, and he had a headache even more, and it evoked a fear buried deep in his heart, even the most powerful pseudo-living could not be spared.

What about companions? Selwin's supership broke through the last guards in front of the king, and the king ......

He snapped his eyes open.

The outside world was utterly silent, the sky was white and heavy, and only the lone chirping of a few jackdaws reminded him that he was still alive.

"Oh my God, I'm not dead? Taroan rescued me? He groped for the ground with both hands, his palms curled slightly, and grabbed a handful of damp soil.

"Why am I lying on the ground? Selwin's soldiers won't throw me on the ground. If you can take off my head, it's a great achievement. He wanted to raise his arm, but a faint feeling of paralysis directly cooled his heart.

He was completely unconscious in his left arm.

The core of the chest cavity was clearly damaged, and he was unable to detect the damage to the body elements. He had imagined countless possibilities, such as lying on a hanging bed and being watched by a team of scientists, or being tied to the depths of a dungeon with an electromagnetic lock, with the Selvens smiling at him. Even waking up in the dark, then breaking through the ground to bump into his own funeral, seeing the stunned eyes of his companions.

But there was no such inexplicable situation, lying alone on the ground, without treatment, but without death.

With one hand on the ground, Crusoe slowly rolled himself over and fell to his knees in the mud.

The exoskeleton armor on his body had lost power, and a shocking crack slashed across his chest, revealing the scarred muscles underneath.

He coughed hard, and a light rain was falling from the sky, washing away the blood stains on his body over and over again.

Cruthus turned his head to look around in confusion, surrounded by an endless stretch of black soil, and the rain seeped into the ground, soaking the dirt into rot.

He staggered to his feet, and gasped.

He held his left arm with his right hand, and the mechanical arm, which had been extremely hard and had been transformed by Wang himself, was now twisting at a strange angle, and a small cluster of transparent nerves was exposed.

Looking down at his lower body, it seemed to be complete, but as soon as he exerted his right leg, his face turned pale. Luckily, though, that important place still looks like it's still usable.

He tilted his head in confusion, this was a completely unfamiliar place.

No, this black soil looks like the earth that the decay weapon has plowed on.

But where the decay weapon passed, no living creature could survive, and even if he was extremely powerful, he would not be spared.

He gasped and began to peel off the armor that had been scrapped. As the armor was thrown to the ground, a cloud of mud splashed and smashed into Krusu's bare face, causing him to hissed in pain.

He touched his face and found that the soil seemed to be extremely acidic, and even his tough skin was spicy. No wonder this place is so clean, and all things are corroded.

Not far away, a long black knife stuck into the ground, revealing half of the blade and hilt.

Crusu was overjoyed that the Long Night Knife that the king had given him was still there!

He limped towards the knife, grabbed the hilt and carefully pulled it out, and was shocked to see that the front half of the blade had become pitted. You know, this is a blade that can remain intact even under the attack of the decay weapon!

He wiped the knife, tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped it, and tied it to his back.

His head was in disarray, and even the Long Night Knife was corroded, how many years had passed!

So what's going on?

He stared blankly ahead, a gusting breeze caressing his face.

So what now? He was never confused when he fought with the king, and he was not panicked when he killed the first mutineer, but now he hesitated, and he didn't know where to go.

"Detected the host's mood swings, judged to be, confused. Extraction of environmental monitoring reports. Extraction error, data loss, satellite enabled. ”

Crusu was startled, there was nothing around him, but what the hell was the voice in his head?

"Intense emotions, doubts, and frightens of the host are detected. Extract the corresponding data and start playing. ”

Crusu scratched his head, what the hell is this?

"stinky boy, it's annoying!"

A voice exploded in my head, "I have to record this thing every time I change generations, it's annoying!" Boy, listen up, this @?& ~¥ Developed to balance the world...... Die, so don't ...... Damn, this microphone is rubbish! You can understand yourself as the chosen one...... Dry! Nana! Come over and this is the best recording equipment you've found? I'm ...... Alas, that's it anyway, emotions or something, hehe. ”

Crusu listened with a confused expression, what was he talking about intermittently?

"Data loss detected, @?& ~¥ Nothing can be done. Start the second order of missions and find your way. ”

A panel popped up in front of Crusoe's eyes, revealing a map, crookedly drawing a path leading to a suspected village.

Crusu wasn't surprised, he had used this kind of thing before, but for an extremely powerful warrior like him, this support system was of no use other than to distract him in battle, which was a very frustrating thing.

But now he needed exactly one of these auxiliary systems, so he decided not to dwell on the causes and consequences of its appearance, and he had no other way anyway.

With the long knife on his back, he began to walk along the path given by the panel. The rain was still falling, he looked up at the sky, and sure enough, it was a typical acid rain, and it was a very terrifying intensity, and the acid rain produced by the former civilization industry was as clean as clear water compared to this.

The raindrops hit the android's back, enough to kill humans in an instant, but it didn't make the android frown.

And the humans of this world do not know that the leader of the group they are enslaving has reappeared.