The sky was overcast, and the haze was like a veil.

Even at noon, when you look up, there is only a halo in the light of the corona.

The sand is lined with tall buildings, crooked, and most of the buildings have been submerged in the long sea of sand.

The collapse of the building complex is also magnificent in scale.

Once upon a time, it must have been a cosmopolitan city, but it had lost its hustle and bustle and was as lonely as a ghost.

A gust of wind howled, spreading gusts of yellow sand, blowing the sea buckthorn flowers like balls, rolling in all directions until they were stuck in the chest cavity of a skeleton.

In the distance, two humanoid black dots are faintly recognizable.

The two rode and walked slowly, shuttling through the ruins and walls.

These two are neither like businessmen nor tourists, and they are not wandering in this uninhabited desert, and if they do not have a special mission, it is not a pastime.

Suddenly, a fireball slipped from the sky.

The smoke of the fireball billowed, splitting the haze, and the whistling sound was terrible, piercing the sky and shooting diagonally towards the ground.

The flames emitted a scarlet blood color, and under the refraction of the flames, the sky seemed to burn.

"Look, Boss! Something is falling! "The voice of the voice is sharp, most likely caused by fright.

The crotch-mounted mount was frightened by this strange sight, and its forefeet soared into the air, standing upright, hoarse.

If it weren't for the superb riding skills of these two people, I am afraid that they would have overturned to the ground and dropped a "dog eating".

Rao is like this, after pulling hard, he rests for a long time.

The mount kept shaking its sharp head, and the mane on its body shook with it, so startled that the two shouted: "Phew~huh~." ”

"What? Could it be that the Mechanical Legion is playing some tricks? The speaker, tall and powerful, muttered as he spat on the ground and pulled the massive blade behind him with his backhand.

The man next to him had also held his spear in his hand and reined in his mount.

The tip of the spear pointed to the sky, and he asked tremblingly, "Boss, will there be fraud?" Would you like to report to the Legion Commander first?"

"What are you afraid of! There are no cowards in Kansas! Before he could say anything, his thick throat slapped his mount and sped towards where the fireball had fallen.

The one with the spear didn't have time to speak, and followed.

"Bang!" The fall was extremely fast, and the fireball had already exploded in the air before it landed, shattering into several pieces and splashing out in all directions.

"Boss~ something pops out!" The sharp eyes of the spear are screaming again.

"Quick! Let's see what the hell it is? It's also our turn to be lucky, maybe the patriarch will send a reward or something, and then take your kid to the 'Fuxiang Building' to cool off......" The voice didn't spread, and it was already gone.

After listening to the words of "cool", the instant eyes of holding the spear lit up, and he was shocked, and he looked overjoyed, and followed.

"Mark, get up." The mother scolded sharply, but her face was rippling with kindness.

Sleepy, Mark "what's the matter" of his mouth, lest the corners of his mouth drool, lazily turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Lazy worm! It's time to wake up! If you don't get up again, you'll be late again! The mother spoke faster, as if in annoyance, and kept patting her cheeks.

Rather than slapping, it is more appropriate to rub it.

Mark's sleepy eyes opened at the slap of his mother.

The sun is dazzling and dazzling.

Just as he was about to get up, he noticed that someone was tugging at his helmet with a spear.

The crystal mask made a "sneer" sound in the sharp edge of the blade, which was extremely harsh.

My heart sank, and I was shocked......

Before he could do anything, a huge axe was placed around his neck.

The blade of the axe glowed with a dazzling silver glow in the sunlight, confident that if he only had to move one more time, the axe would mercilessly slice off his skull.

"Boss, this doesn't look like a robot." The man holding the spear to Mark's chest replied to the thick throat.

"Hmm. I wonder what the hell it is? It could be a new type of robot with very advanced biomimetic technology. Thick Throat lowered his voice and ordered the spear-wielder, "Go open his hood and see, what the hell is it?" ”

"Boss, I'm ...... I don't dare. "He who holds a spear seems to be cowardly.

"Don't worry, I'll watch it, and if you dare to make a move, I'll cut off his head. Less wordy, hurry! With that, he kicked him with his foot, and was very impatient.

Fang was facing the sun, and given the strong light, he could only see the general outline of the other party.

Now the man with the spear looked closer, trying in vain to open his mask, so that he could really see what it looked like.

The bare skull is covered in tiny scales that glisten in the sunlight.

The sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks have tiny eyes embedded in its face, and they are turning as if to see how to open their masks.

The collapsed bridge of the nose was punched, and the two black holes that were exposed were the nostrils.

The wings of the nose are constantly open, the snout is bulging, and the wide mouth shows a pair of sharp teeth.

It is difficult to describe the ugliness of such an honor in words!

In addition to having a human appearance, this thing actually has a long tail!

What is even more surprising is that they can understand the language they use to speak.

Could it be a hallucination?

Secretly wondering, Mark raised his mouth and asked, "What are you?" ”

"Wow!"

The sharp-billed monkey cheeks were startled by the sudden sound and jumped back several meters away.

The reaction is extremely fast, and such agility is not possessed by humans.

There was a tightening in his neck, and his thick throat sounded again: "What the hell are you?" Who sent you? Be honest with Lao Tzu! ”

"Boss, he's alive, why don't we cut him down and see what the hell it is?" Sharp-billed monkey gills proposed.

"No! This ghost thing fell from the sky, and he was killed before he could figure out the situation, and if there was any valuable clue that he couldn't ask, how could he receive a reward from the Senate? Thick Throat retorted.

Between the words, the big axe in his hand continued to exert pressure, and shouted at Mark: "Say! What the hell are you? What are you doing here? ”

Aching all over his body and unable to resist, Mark could only protest: "Can I take off my helmet first?" ”

The two looked at each other for a while, acquiesced to the proposal, and then slowly took off their helmets.

The thick throat looks much different from the sharp-beaked monkey's gills, only stronger.

Judging by their characteristics, they look like giant lizards, but they don't quite resemble them, because they have a basic humanoid form.

"Slave! A slave! ”

The sharp-beaked monkey roared at Mark, spear in his hand ready to stab.

"Slaves? How can it be? ”

Thick Throat didn't believe his ears, and the big axe pulled away the spear to attack, and the probe checked the face of the "slave".

"Isn't it a new type of robot? Take a closer look. "Rough throat command.

This time, the sharp-beaked monkey was a little bolder, and he reached out and pinched the face of this "slave".

Test the feel while twisting to see if it's real skin.

Sharp claws sliced through Mark's face, and faint traces of blood slowly flowed out.

"You're." Grabbing its wrist and trying to tear it off the damage it had done to himself, Mark's defiance was formalized by extreme weakness.

The sharp-beaked monkey cheeks were excited, and screamed in surprise: "Chief~ is a slave!" I'm sure he's exactly like the slaves in our family. ”

Thick Throat replied with a casual "um", and struck it on the back of the head with the back of the axe.

The heavy blow made Mark dizzy again.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in bondage, dragged and moved. His hands were tied to two thick tails, and the sand rubbed against the Type II mecha with a "Titicaca" sound.

The sky was so cloudy that it lost its clear blue, and the sky was shrouded in gray mist.

Occasionally, a little light shines through the gap between the clouds, changing into various colors.

These scenes are so similar to their home, Mother Earth, but they are indescribably different.

Although I didn't see the expressions of the two monsters dragging me, I could hear them talking and laughing on some kind of animal.

From the foul language, it seems to be discussing the rich rewards of the "elders" and how to indulge in entertainment.

The thick tail bound to the hands and the pungent stench that emanates from it all indicate that it is a filthy animal, but unfortunately it is not possible to see it.

Even if you can't move, you can still think, and you secretly think in your heart:

This...... Where exactly? Dreaming?

No, it's not. The pain is so vivid, it's not a dream.

Alien worlds? It is very likely, but I dare not be sure, that this must be some inexplicable planet.

Could it be Earth? No, apparently not! Our homes are clean and full of vegetation, and they are obviously not as barren and desolate as they are.

The sky is cloudy, the sand is full of dust, and the smog fills the surroundings, and this place can never be the earth!

So why do they speak the same language as their own? Perhaps, this is really the earth.

Claiming to be a slave means that there is more than one person who looks like him......

Why do they look different?

Why are there robots?

They learn that the robots are hostile to them.

Could it be that they are capturing humans as slaves while robots come to free them?

It seems highly likely......

It's just that the robots in our world are all at the service of humans, and how can the robots here be in a dominant position?

That's right, R5!

Where's R5?

It catapulted itself as it fell, and I wonder if it survived?

Thinking of this, Mark turned on the chip implanted in his brain and tried to link with R5, but a burning sensation hit him, causing him to fall unconscious again.

The air was cloudy and smelled of decay.

The vision was so dim that only a ray of light came out of the window, making the inner room slightly brighter.

The ray of light was cast diagonally on Valen's greatsword.

Varun sat upright on a stone chair, holding the hilt of his sword in one hand and a wine vessel made of the skull of some beast in the other, silently tasting the cloudy wine in it.

The turbid wine was spicy, causing Valen to frown slightly.

Constantly looking at the turbid wine, as if admiring a beauty.

Behind him hung a giant military flag.

It's the only decoration that animates the empty interior.

The background color of the flag is scarlet, and a golden salamander is embroidered in it.

The salamander snaggled and coiled, ready to attack, and a ball of flame erupted from its fanged mouth, which was very realistic.

The black cross divides the flag into four equal parts, and the small line on the corner reads "Tenth Legion".

The iron gate was pushed open forcefully, or it was rusted, and the iron door made a "rattica" sound.

The metal boots rubbed against the hard ground with a distinctively crisp sound.

The steps are neat and consistent, mixed with the "snort" sound of the fabric rubbing against the ground.

"Report to the Legion Commander ~ We caught a spy!" A diminutive communications officer burst into the inner room, a hint of excitement in his humble tone.

Valen snorted softly in his nostrils, not even his eyelids moving, still indulging in the action of contemplating the cloudy wine.

The communications officer stepped forward in small steps, bowed down and whispered: "Commander, the origin of this spy is not simple, it is a ...... who fell from the sky" In the middle of the words, his eyebrows fluttered, and he deliberately pointed to the ceiling.

When Valen heard this, he was slightly stunned, and he still turned the giant sword lightly.

The greatsword rotated, reflecting light on his face.

The edge of the blade reflects a youthful face.

is also a lizardman, and compared with Thick Throat and others, Valen has a more dignified appearance.

The knife-like face line is cold, heroic and handsome.

Gao Long's eye sockets under the bridge of his nose are slightly sunken, and his blazing eyes are carefully examining the wine vessel.

After listening to the herald's report, he didn't say a word, but after drinking all the turbid wine, he moved his index finger slightly towards the herald.

Seeing this, the herald bowed, suppressed the joy in his heart, turned around and shouted, "Bring it on!" ”

Mark was slammed to the ground, his mecha had long been stripped off, and he didn't wake up from the violent smash.

"Wake him up!" He speaks slowly, speaks clearly, and his body remains unmoving.

"Slow!" The two soldiers tried to open the water bag and pour water on the spinner's head, but the herald stopped them.

The herald smiled lewdly and unbuttoned his crotch in a shaky manner.

Unfortunately, the effect was not as good as expected, and after intermittent spraying, the crotch of the pants was wet, and only a few liquids splashed on the splatter's face.

While others were sneering, the herald convulsed for a while, and it ended miserably.

Mark struggled to get up, and found that his hands were restrained, and the struggle was in vain.

"Stinky scheming! Quote your name. Or because of the ridicule of the crowd, the herald's tone was sharp and almost distorted.

Mark was not deterred by this, and glanced at everyone coldly, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, revealing extreme contempt.

"Smack!" The heavy leather whip whipped against the spacesuit, although it did not break, did not resist the force.

Giving back to such atrocities is still a wry smile that Mark understated.

"Stop!"

The abuser tried his best to strike again, but was stopped by Valen.

Halfway through the action, it immediately stiffened, standing on the ground like a wax figure.

"Names are just code names, and a spy like this doesn't know it! Tell me, what are you here to spy on? Valen's words were sonorous and powerful, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimidation in the air.

"I ...... Why did it come about? He lowered his head in contemplation, his eyes revealing a sense of confusion.

Captain Wilson, Commander Bruce, McCall, Catherine, Rodruff, USS Viking, R5......

All the images came at once, and the rapid thought made Mark's head crack, and he let out a heart-rending scream with his arms covering his skull......

Frightened by the sudden screams, the herald jumped back, shouting, "Madman! This man is a madman! ”

Seeing this, the perpetrator turned his head and looked forward to the approval of the army commander, and the leather whip he was holding was already ready to be fired.

Vultures the greatsword.

Refracted by the light, the giant sword aimlessly shot out a dappled light in all directions.

The screams subsided and the "snort" of the greatsword spinning created an eerie harmony.

After a brief silence, the bone wine vessel was discarded and the bone spun.

I saw Varun get up suddenly, with a solemn face, and slowly walked towards the "spy".

The tip of the dragging sword slashed a sharp hiss, piercing the cochlea.

Everyone looked stunned and stared at the Legion Commander stupidly.

It wasn't until the "spy" was next to him that he stopped, and his falcon-like gaze met the man.

A few minutes of brief eye contact may seem like hours to others.

Depressed, dull...... Follow.

Just as everyone was puzzled, they saw Valen's expression resolute, holding the hilt of the sword with his hands together, the sword body slowly raised, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the neck of the "spy".

From beginning to end, he never took his eyes off this "spy" for a moment.

"Ah......h

The screams were incessant, echoing for a long time.

The giant sword was half a foot deep, blood-stained red, and snaked down the edge.

I saw the herald sitting on the ground, hiding his face and screaming.

Pulling out the giant sword, the tip of the sword whistled slightly, the arc light flashed, and the sword body was already on Valen's shoulder.

After a short but relaxed whistle, he walked towards the stone chair with a relaxed expression.

"Well, after investigation, this person is not a spy. Send him to the Senate for interrogation, and stay here for an extra ration. ”

The abuser examines the wound and finds that the "spy" on the ground is not dead, and the giant blade only cuts through the epidermis.

In the herald's fingers, Mark was dragged away.