A black iron ball tumbled from its waist in the fierce fight, and rolled slowly on the desolate earth.

It was the invention of Black Pigeon No. 2, a teenager who had just turned over in the garbage heap when he first entered the dream, and it was placed on his waist and forgotten over time. The black iron ball, which was originally the size of a football ball, was as small as a black pearl against the backdrop of its body shape at this moment.

The sudden thud caused the two giants to distance themselves slightly, but then they fought again.

Boom Boom!

Even though it has lost all its memory, the muscle memory accumulated over the years of training is still there, and it dodges the opponent's continuous attacks with agility that does not match its huge body, and constantly wanders in search of opportunities.

Boom, boom, boom!

After beautifully defusing a few waves of attacks, it landed a series of counterpunches, and even smashed several punches the opponent's vital points. Not only did the other party not suffer any damage, but became more and more violent, constantly opening and closing and making continuous moves, trying to crush it like a swimming fish.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

It was an unfair matchup. The twelve-meter giant has longer arms, a greater attack range, greater strength, and is more resistant to beating. The opponent can make many mistakes, and if it is struck one more time, it will die.

But it was not afraid, on the contrary, it ignited a fierce fighting spirit. On the ruined star a long, long time ago, there was a teenager who most often did to defeat the strong with the weak. In the hour from the waste star to the space city, he walked for ten years, and when did he cross the opponent who was not far superior to him in terms of resources, equipment and even strength?

It was a memory that belonged to him and to it. Even if he has forgotten himself, the things that are written in his bones will never be forgotten.

The giants in front of him gradually transformed into strong enemies on the road of life. Even though there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, even if they can't see the slightest chance of winning. But it never gave up, carefully and subtly seized every opportunity, to fight back, to surpass.

It's like his life.

Dancing on the brink of death, it reminisces about his life on the battlefield.

It seized an opportunity, slotted between its fists, slid behind its foe, and slapped the back of the giant's head with its remaining right hand.

It had used all its strength to slap this slap, but it still seemed to be slapped on the steel plate, and the twelve-meter giant did not move.

At the same time, the two sides opened their doors wide. It's in love with the war and wants to take advantage of the victory. What awaits it is a head-on attack from the other side. The punch slammed straight into its face, and its ten-meter body flew straight out like a scarecrow, and it fell to the ground hard, stirring up mud. It wanted to get up from the ground and return to the battlefield called Trials.

But this time, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't get up.

Its face began to crack, and the cracks crept down its neck to its chest and limbs. It lay on the ground, like a dead fish struggling to the death, constantly fluttering in a ridiculous position. The twelve-meter giant slowly walked in front of it, and as soon as he stepped down, it completely stopped.

It has obviously won many times against the other party, but as long as the other party wins it once, it will never recover, and it will never be able to live forever.

It's like ...... His life.

Lying in the mud, it grabbed the other party's feet and tried to make a final struggle. But the other party just lifted his foot and stepped on it again, just such a simple action, it shattered all its thoughts.

"Go...... Die...... bar. Short...... Child. ”

Cracks spread from its chest, crawling all over its body. It became a statue that was about to shatter, quietly waiting for its own death.

This time, I really couldn't get up.

The twelve-meter giant lifted its elephant's foot high.

It closed its eyes and waited for it to be over.

But I also heard one of the most familiar songs, which slowly sounded in my mind:

I have a beautiful wish

When you grow up, you can sow hope

Sow a seed called the sun

After many years, it will blossom and bear fruit and bear bright fruits

Our homeland is no longer deserted

No more fear of the cold, no more fear of the dark

No one will die again

At that time

The entire waste star will become a warm paradise.

……

The sound of immature singing slowly sounded in the wasteland in the wind. It's like a fresh breeze across the endless vast grassland of my childhood.

At first, it thought it was a dying auditory hallucination. But the melodious song repeated over and over again in my mind, hovering over the wasteland of the wasteland, and it did not disperse for a long time.

It slowly opened its eyes, wanting to take one last look at the world. It's not beautiful, but it was once your own.

The Giant Foot of Death also paused in mid-air. The twelve-meter giant, as if attracted by something, slowly turned his head to find the source of the sound.

I have a good wish

When you grow up, you can sow hope

Sow a seed called the sun

After many years, it will blossom and bear fruit and bear bright fruits

Our hometown is no longer dead

No more fear of ferocious beasts, no more fear of pestilence

No one will die again

At that time

The whole ruined star is no longer a cold hell.

"That'...... It's ......"

Its pupils slowly contracted into two, and at the same time, the cracks began to spread rapidly to its face, as if it were about to shatter its entire skull.

If, at this point, it can no longer hear the sound, then it is really a fool!

Is that...... The sound of Black Dove No. 2!

In the heat of battle, Black Pigeon No. 2 was knocked out of his waist. When it fell to the ground, it also activated a certain button, and automatically played this song that used to be my sister's favorite song.

I have a good wish.

When you grow up, you can sow hope.

……

The nursery rhymes in Black Dove No. 2 still continue. The giant abandoned Mu Yang, who was lying on the ground, went crazy, and rushed in the direction of Black Pigeon No. 2.

The giant hated the song, and the whole dream hated it. They instinctively want to destroy the source of this evil sound.

At the same time, the cracks on its face are also splitting at an accelerated pace, cracking faster and finer.

Small fragments fell from its "nothing" face, first in small pieces, and then in pieces like toppled dominoes.

The Giant's Run.

The knot on its face "nothing" keeps falling. And what is stripped of it is the face of Mu Yang!

Once, the entire faceless man in the dream realm lived like him. And now, he finally remembered who he was, briefly and permanently.

"I ...... Be...... Shepherd...... Yang. ”

"I ...... Yes, shepherd, yang. ”

"I'm Muyang!"

At that moment, he remembered who he used to be.