The quivering eyes slowly opened, revealing the blood-colored eyes within, and as soon as he woke up from under the dunes, he immediately felt a pang of suffocation.

He struggled to spit out the sand from his mouth, struggling to find an oxygen candy from the pouch between his crotch and holding it in his mouth. The Shadowless of Tanatos had an astonishing endurance, the best of them could often hold their breath for up to a few standard hours, and from the point of view of the stars hanging high in the sky, the time of loss of consciousness was not very long, and he could not tell the exact time, but one thing was certain, his consciousness was still in his body as the voice threatened.

That ghost full of lies must have learned some goddamn technique from that endless reincarnation...... He muttered curses and waits, but the voice in his head did not respond this time.

Slowly sat up from the sand, facing the endless sea of sand, he didn't notice it at first, but after a while, he was terrified.

He felt something strange in front of him, and he noticed a pair of eyes, scarlet eyes, crooked eyes.

In his astonishment, the owner of those eyes began to emerge from him. Bones, muscles, blood, and even paper-pale skin, on that face full of playfulness, there was an undisguised mockery.

The other party is a shadowless person, and ...... It's obviously what he looks like.

The Shadowless Man's lips moved slightly, and he was speaking to him, but because there was no air, the Immortal couldn't hear a word.

'Accident', 'split', 'individual', 'ascender', the surviving struggled to identify, but only a few words could be seen from the shape of his mouth.

He was shocked and unaware of the situation.

The shadowless man suddenly stepped forward and approached him, and pressed his cheek against his, but under the scorching sun, his skin was as cold as ice, and the surviving could not help but shudder. He tried to push the other party away, but he couldn't exert any strength.

"Waste." Shadowless humanity. "I'm free." His voice coming from his skin seemed overjoyed.

"For a coward, you don't deserve to own this weapon that I developed back then." After saying this, the Shadowless Man took off the spirit ring from his undying hands, and then put his fingers on it.

"And ......," he said, pasting the face of the survivor again. Because it's the first time I've encountered this kind of thing, I don't know what effect your death will have on me, so I'll leave you with a small life. ”

"Now, I'm going to go on a killing spree and do what you'll never be able to do." The husky voice of the Shadowless Man sounded in his ears, just like the ghost before, and now, he somehow had a body exactly like his.

He took off the surviving satchel, communication equipment, and stealth aids, put them on in front of him, and took out the oxygen candy from the satchel, holding one in his mouth and throwing the other on the surviving.

"Now, I'm going to ...... Yes...... For...... You. He stood in front of the surviving and spoke word by word, so that the surviving could read the shape of his mouth.

"Don't ...... I beg you to ......" The dead stretched out his arms, mustered all the strength of his body, and threw himself towards the shadowless man, but the other party just lifted his feet lightly, so that he was weak and returned in vain.

The sarcastic bloody eyes, the strange smile, the other self that was separated from him slowly disappeared in front of the eyes of the undead, he also had superb steps, even stronger than him, he had obviously left quickly, but did not leave a trace on the surface of the soft sand.

At this time, he struggled hard, crawling a few steps with his hands and feet, but the little strength he had just accumulated was quickly exhausted, and he had no choice but to shout at the top of the sand dunes with all his strength: "Wrench...... Wrench...... Run, run! ”

He yelled over and over again, but his voice dissipated in the thin air of futility, he knew what was about to happen, but he was powerless to stop it.

His voice was hoarse, but it was like a wail, leaving a line of bloody tears in his eyes.

……

On the sand dunes, Wrench concentrates on the long-range scope of his sniper rifle and observes Add on the tall tower in the distance.

The golden light was dazzling, and above the tower, from beginning to end, within that strange pillar of light, the little Khandians were always in a state of levitation, and it seemed that there should be no accidents in a short time.

He turned the camera to see Arthur's group as they were heading towards the center of the city, as they were walking through a golden street, not looking slow, only halfway to the obelisk where Add was.

How can they save Add? Although there is a lack of air here, maybe the flying lilacs can come up with something, and they always come up with it. The wrench was a little worried, but he was trying to comfort himself.

From time to time, Arthur's urging can be heard in the squad channel, he is always whining and complaining, but he is a brilliant fighter and leader, and I am afraid that no one of his teammates will question this.

And the Wild Margin is joking half-truths and half-truths in the channel, although the fishskin man is clumsy, he has great wisdom that ordinary people can't distinguish. Although they often quarrel and are always noisy and quiet, they all have a warm heart.

Wrench thinks at this time that the Shadowless Man is not dead, has superb skills, and has a mysterious past, and the performance of this cold-looking guy has always been amazing.

Although he always deliberately alienated all the team members and often lost his temper with the arrogant Barrecas, he was the undisputed core of the squad. With his amazing skills, he has always turned the tide of ground operations and has saved the lives of his team members on more than one occasion.

Annihilation people are accompanied by the scorching sun all their lives, the sea of sand is together, light and heat, blood and sand, this harsh environment is pediatric for them, and it has long been integrated into the blood, and how can such a small sandstorm bury him?

Therefore, although Wrench had just searched the entire sand dunes and failed to find him, he believed that this teammate must be fine, and he was not very worried about his safety.

According to Arthur's instructions, he lay firmly in the sand, intently observing the golden city in the distance, the streets and alleys, the shadows of the buildings, everything could not escape his eyes.