The emaciated lizardman held his position with all his might, except for his cloudy yellow eyes, which spun around desperately, thinking that no one was noticing, trying to reach the *.

Jang Ji-woo smiled and left the trigger with his fingers.

The lizardman tried several times before he could barely hold the pistol in his hand, and he straightened up tremblingly, but fell to the ground with the corpse, and scrambled to push the body away, but the pistol fell to the ground again, buried under the dead lizard.

Five seconds later, the lizard grabbed his weapon and staggered to his feet, rolling and scurrying into what he thought was safe.

Zhang Zhiyu observed the whole process clearly in the viewing glasses, and now, he just happened to observe the movement of the breathing hole in the skull.

Seven seconds later, it straightened up, raised its arms like a beast, and roared loudly.

Zhang Zhiyu became nervous inexplicably, following its gaze to move the camera.

A sharp pop, echoes of labor pains twitched on the eardrums.

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A lizard frantically swung its axe and slashed frantically in succession, and the machete that the opponent parried was torn apart, and was suppressed by fear and retreated one after another, almost cutting the axe blade in his chest in two, and falling on his back.

The lizardman held his axe high and reflected the chilling light, the corners of its grinning mouth splashed with sticky saliva, its nostrils fluttered at high speed, its snow-white teeth sharpened, and its slender pink tongue tilted upwards and rubbed against its scimitar-like incisors.

The bullet swirled in a beautiful arc, tearing through the air as the muzzle collapsed.

The lizard suddenly stopped moving.

The axe slipped weakly from his hand.

It stared blankly at the hollow in its fleshy chest.

Struggled to raise his trembling arms.

Epileptic groping in the chest.

The fallen lizardman slammed forward, both of them slamming to the ground, scattering rubble and slicing through the skin of his weak shirt. It roared, its features twisted in one place, its clearly visible sternum expanding slightly with each breath, and it shook off the last of the knife far away,* slamming into the remnants of the wall, bouncing into the air with a crisp thud.

The lizardfolk screamed and lost the desire to resist.

He reached out in horror as he reached out his arms, the pain of torn muscles making his screams even higher and more terrifying, fear and pain strangling his consciousness to death, and the thought of crying for help was the only thing left in his mind.

In response to him was a furious and dense iron fist that rained down like a head.

His companion knocked down the furious lizard with a single blow, leaving only its shoulders shrugged and fleeing for its life, growing smaller and smaller at the end of sight, and finally vanished.

The only companion never looked back.

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The screams of fear and the bitterness were mixed, and the pain became more and more painful and sad, like a violent thunder, which shook Zhang Zhiyu's thinking.

Why should I shoot?

The emaciated lizardmen tumbled over the rubble and scurried steadily, bullets roaring at the surviving lizardmen, like neighing vipers.

Zhang Zhiyu stopped looking, opened his glasses with trembling hands, rubbed the skin on his jerky eyes, and listened to the metal frames clattering to the ground, the howling cold wind, the desperate screams and arrogant laughter intertwined, turning into a symphony of pain in purgatory.

He quickly rolled over his body, pursed his lips vigorously, until the tight skin implicated the bridge of his nose, and held the barrel of the gun fiercely, until the angular and hard handle of the gun was embedded in the soft flesh, and pulled the trigger again and again in a decisive and frantic manner, until the cruel Shura field below was silent......

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Did I do that?

Zhang Zhiyu silently stared at the fleeting scene outside the window, but the pair of blue pupils were empty.

He didn't remember.

Maybe he remembered, but he just didn't want to admit that he had simply shot all the lizardmen down there. A person who acted as a jury, judge, and even executioner. Shoot brutally, laugh wildly as you look at the lizards fleeing in all directions, and let the tongues of fire rage at the mouth of the metal pipe.

They're just zombies, after all.

It's just a zombie.

What if I hadn't fired?

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"What the hell is going on with the ship?" Zhang Hengyuan roared loudly, slamming the cockpit door with a dead force, and there was a piercing sound of metal impact.

"You don't have to worry about it." Xu Jiyang still wore the pair of glasses, crossed his arms, lay down comfortably on the sofa, and said perfunctorily, "Our Mr. Forbidden Zone has turned this baby spaceship into an artificial intelligence." ”

"What the are you talking about?" Zhang Hengyuan raised his eyebrows incredulously, grinned one of his lips high, and almost let out a cry.

"I said, you don't have to pilot this spaceship," Xu Jiyang helplessly lifted his glasses out of a small slit, "It seems that Mr. Forbidden Area doesn't trust human piloting skills very much, after all, artificial intelligence will be safer, so he hacked into the spaceship's system, so we may not have to worry about being shot down." ”

"Alright! All right! Zhang Hengyuan shouted loudly, shook his two arms upward, and slammed his thighs hard, "Then what is he doing now?" ”

"Hell knows." Xu Jiyang shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows what he's doing in the restaurant?" He's locked himself in there. ”

"At its current rate, it will take us a few hours to get to the new district! Any car is faster than us! Zhang Hengyuan roared, "There's wine there!" Who knows if he's an alcoholic? You just let him in? And you're still playing with those glasses? ”

"Otherwise!" Xu Jiyang bit his lip, twitched his face, took off his glasses fiercely, and stood up, "Otherwise, what will I do?" Look at the fucking apocalyptic landscape? Or do you fuck something to get the attention of those squid? Or will you be satisfied if we are all blown to slag? ”

"Whatever the fuck you want!" Zhang Hengyuan roared, "What's the wrong with you!" I'm going to find a place to rest for a while. ”

"So what's the fucking difference between you and me? Fuck you*! Get lost! The sullen flames that rushed straight to his forehead made Xu Jiyang angry, and the interrupted resentment also forced him to lose his reason for a short time, and when it reached an irreparable level, the aftermath forced him to maintain his dignity, and he had to continue scolding, although this was what he wanted. He scolded with indescribable guilt.

Zhang Hengyuan put on the imaging glasses with dead force, but without saying a word, kicked open the hatch and slammed the door, but he always remained silent.

Am I doing something wrong?

Fuck it, let's talk about it later.

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Free.

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Xu Jiyang remembers an old film "Alien", and he vaguely remembers watching it when he was very young, being held by his mother in a dark closed living room. Only the faint blue picture screen in front of me emits a faint blue light, listening to the mellow language of "sin has to be understood", looking at the appearance of those "Sewason" who are different from ordinary people, but the angular familiar words under the series of distorted characters at the bottom of the film seem to indicate something.

Where does it come from?

He didn't know.

"Alien" is also disappearing with history, he doesn't understand how his parents got the movie, the film that needs to stay up all night to end, perhaps, the whole thing, just a dream?

The global network does not have any information about the word "alien".

But the words and scenes are so vivid, even if there is only a moment left, they are still so clearly visible.

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Sunset.

In the last afterglow of the setting sun, dim orange-red blood sprinkled the heavens and the earth, and scarlet stratus clouds surged, like a giant beast roaring in the deep sky. At the end of the line of sight, the end where the sky meets the land, like a flame soaring into the sky, like blood everywhere, all one.

The icy wind was bitter.

The android protagonist sits side by side at the top of the abyss with an android created by robots.

Below is the dim wasteland, and the houses are so low, but as far as the eye can see. Cities are in ruins, civilizations have collapsed, and the walls are left in ruins, standing strong in the cold evening breeze.

The Eiffel Tower, which towered tall in the middle of the city, fell, brutally cut off at the waist, but it was still broken, and the shattered upper part was willing to be turned into the support of the surviving tower, and there was still a bundle of iron frames, turned into spires, proudly erected, and soared into the sky, splashed with blood.

"The earth has been ruined for many years." The android tells the protagonist.

The protagonist's face is extremely vicissitudes, her long soft chestnut hair dyed with the blood of the setting sun, fluttering backwards with the breeze, she looks blankly at the ruined city, thoughtful.

"Aren't you from Earth?" The android's clear, innocent eyes turn to the protagonist suspiciously.

"No, I'm just coming to Earth for the first time." The protagonist spoke, his expression was so desolate, "Even if I came, it was many, many years ago. ”

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Why is this clip so clear? If it's really just fantasy, then what does the picture mean?

Why is she so sad?

What is the cause of grief?

Perhaps, the Internet can answer all your questions.

As for Zhang Hengyuan, he will be fine.

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Zhang Zhiyu is still walking.

No more interference.

No longer look downward.

The sky grew darker and darker, and before I knew it, the clouds began to gather, and translucent thin clouds floated like a veil above the abyss, and a rainstorm was coming.

Will they be the last insignificant obstacle to the eruption of the abyss, or the root source of the rain that roars and sweeps the heavens and the earth?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Sun Haowen's home is destined to be empty.

But I still have to walk.

Scream.

A 6-year-old girl in the new district, carefree and growing up like a princess, has never caught a glimpse of purgatory from the world, has never thought about anything, just simply lived, loved, and felt happy happily. Dance every day in the dreamlike light of the blue sky, surrounded by successful parents and noble children of the same age. The days of a fairy tale never fade.

A terrible scream.

Until the nuclear bomb bursts. The fairy tale is shattered, easily like a glass ornament, after all, they are essentially indistinguishable. Those eyes were so innocent, yet so bleak, they were blinded by happiness all along. Until the light radiation of the nuclear bomb penetrated everything in that instant.

The lizardman screamed violently.

Myself, my mother, my father. Outside the window, the continuous flames stung the cornea, the flames soared into the sky, and the distant explosions hit the eardrums, and the sky cracked. The first time the girl screamed in fright, the first time she stared with tears in her eyes as her parents frantically strengthened the doors and windows, and the first time she stumbled upon a glimpse of corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood. The three of them depended on each other, the first time the parents smiled at themselves, the mother screamed in despair for the first time because of the severe pain, and the father roared because of grief for the first time.

Zhang Zhiyu suddenly felt that he had seen something.

The girl watched in amazement as the sweet home burned, burning her detached mother and the intruders who blew open the door. Her father wept bitterly, his fingers gripping her back like pincers, and he ran as fast as he could, but her eyes never took off the burning building. Under the flames, the sand is turned into beautiful glass, but it is still destined to be sand. The past faded like a dream, and as the flames rose, the sight blurred and disappeared.

He jerked his head back.

The father put the girl down, and the two held hands and stepped up the stairs to the roof. The girl was crying loudly, almost out of breath. My father was also teary-eyed, but the rough and scarred palm became tighter and tighter. In her eyes, the world she once knew collapsed and turned into yellow sand that fluttered away. The emaciated father gently picks the door to unlock the door, but they are greeted by another monster, loaded with guns and ammunition, ugly and hateful. The girl remembers how the other three monsters blew up the gates of the defense and how they brutally attacked their parents. She began to scream, using the last of her strength, sad and sad.

Between the illusion and reality, Zhang Zhiyu vaguely glimpsed the lizardman, the adult and the cub holding hands, and the cub screamed, miserable and screaming.

The adult lizardman quickly raised his pistol.

Zhang Zhiyu pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Dense bullets swept through the clouds.

The girl could no longer scream, and her beautiful amber pupils had completely lost their lustre.

For the first time, the sky was so dark, and for the first time, the clouds were so airtight.

Blood slowly poured into the round eyes, and everything gradually fell into a scarlet, and the blood and water were like beautiful snowflakes, expanding into clusters of radiant shadows, and the heavens and the earth were finally buried by scarlet.

Zhang Zhiyu knelt heavily beside the father and daughter.

He seemed to finally understand something.

Zhang Zhiyu cried, crying for himself, crying for the father and daughter, crying for those lizards, crying for everything in heaven and earth.

Weeping over death.

Crying for survival.