Click, click......

With the thinnest and most inaudible scream, Black Dove 2 was supported to the limit, and tiny cracks burst out in an instant, covering its wide and thick blades, turning into countless tiny pieces of metal in the air, shattering to the ground and turning into nothing.

This childhood companion who woke him up from his dreams and fought side by side with him until now finally did everything he could and disappeared into the depths of memory.

More and more hands were pulled on his body, and thousands of fingers squirmed, like the same faces behind him, dense......

He found himself beginning to forget who he was again. I am Muyang, who is Muyang? Muyang is me, but who am I?

But this time, there was only one thing he had in mind - and that was forward. Because the direction of home is just ahead.

There are more and more faceless people following him and grabbing him, and they are already like sparks. He moved slowly like a snail, dragging tens of thousands of people behind him. At the moment of crossing the boundary between the industrial area and the garbage area, he reached out with difficulty and knocked down the waste water bucket in front of him.

The corrosive liquid poured out of the barrel, and countless faceless people behind them were drenched, rolling to the ground in pain and wailing. A large clearing was vacated in the midst of the blackened crowd, and the smell of burning was in the air.

His situation eased slightly, and he quickened his pace.

A thousand steps away from the garbage area ahead, your own purpose.

But these thousand steps are close at hand, but they are as far away as the abyss.

With a click, one of his feet was finally broken by the faceless man behind him, and he disappeared into the world in smoke. Losing his balance, he fell to his knees and paused his progress. A three-meter-long faceless man pounced on his head, trying to hold him down with his own weight. Ten meters tall, it ripped off the other party and fell far away. The second Faceless pounced, the third pounced, and just before it had time to tear off the second one with its free hands, the fourth, fifth, and sixth Faceless all flew on top of him, holding it firmly down with its weight. More and more faceless people flew up, dragging it to the end of the crowd.

It began to struggle angrily. It forgets who it is and what it wants to do. But the only thing that sustains it is the belief in moving forward!

The crowd gradually swallowed it, and it was dragged to the bottom of the crowd by tens of millions of hands. Even if it pulls out the mountain, its struggle becomes a ridiculous flutter.

The sky in the distance was replaced by countless pairs of wriggling hands.

Before it completely disappeared into the crowd, it struggled to reach out through the crowd and stab into the sky of the ruined star.

In the end, even this hand was engulfed by the crowd.

Together with its beliefs, it disappeared into thousands of identical faces.

The furious dreams gradually subsided. The faceless people who kept coming from all directions felt the disappearance of this rebellious soul and began to slowly disperse. On the empty gray plain, the former tranquility has returned.

It's over.

Only the immature children's song sounded intermittently again in the quiet dusk.

"I ...... Yes...... One...... Beautiful ......"

"In ...... Many years...... ...... later"

"Warm...... Target...... Paradise ......"

"Desolate...... Death ......"

"No More Fear ......"

The giant sword that Black Dove No. 2 had turned into powder had long since shattered into powder, and the only bit of wreckage was curled up in a corner as a fist-sized black ball. Theoretically, it is completely more damaged than it can bear, and its functions should have completely disappeared.

But no one knows why Black Pigeon No. 2 can still make a sound at this moment.

The song was staccato and slowly flowed to the inaudible.

The singing was gone.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and countless crowds of people who suppressed Mu Yang were bounced away by him. With only one arm and one foot, he miraculously slowly supported himself from the earth, gasping for breath, prostrate on the ground, step by step, slowly crawling into the distance.

Behind him, countless faceless people clung to his body, clinging to him like kraft candy. More and more faceless people who arrived attached to the faceless people before them, one ring after another. There are more and more people following behind Muyang, like a black ocean dragon.

A terrifying tug-of-war began, one against one hundred thousand.

Every time Mu Yang took a step forward, he felt that his body had exhausted all his strength. But when the next step comes, he can always burst out with potential beyond himself.

He forgot who he was and what he was doing. There is only one thought in this world that supports him, and there is only one thought to move forward. And the song in the wind that could be extinguished at any time.

Mu Yang's face, which had lost his facial features, began to bleed, and every time he took a step, he also left a deep bloody footprint on the ground.

But he only remembered that he had to move forward.

The crowd behind him gradually broke through the 500,000 mark. Muyang's pace of progress has also slowed down tenfold.

It is still 500 steps from the destination.

Mu Yang slowly moved forward and took this step as heavy as Mount Tai.

There are still four hundred and ninety-nine steps.

The sky of the entire dream began to distort. Countless dark clouds gathered above the firmament, like the wrath of God.

But he's still moving forward. All the weight and ridicule in this world could not stop him from wanting to go home. Once again, he took a priceless step forward. One step closer to his dream.

References, just ahead.

Fifty-three steps away from his home.

At this time, Mu Yang suddenly felt a deep sense of detachment. The crowd behind him has exceeded a million, and it is unstoppable. The only remaining arm was covered with cracks due to excessive exertion, and there were faint signs of disappearing.

The singing went out.

Suddenly there was a strong wind all around, and the rain that fell indiscriminately blurred everything in front of him.

The hard, deep earth became damp and oily. He couldn't catch it anymore.

Everything was moving away from him.

There was no way for him to continue, and he couldn't take the next step.

There are fifty-three more steps, right here, is it all over.

Just then, lights are lit in front of the darkness, and apparitions of a little boy and a little girl appear in the garbage area.