Memories flooded K's body like a tidal wave, heavy gasps filled the empty room, and he was like a desperate drowning man, desperately clutching any fragment of memory that could be intercepted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Who am I! Who am I! He clenched his head with both hands, as if he were trying to burst it.

Chaotic thoughts have no logic and no foothold, all are messy pieces and sharp awls.

The incredible vibration of his body continued, as if there was a hidden force about to break through the restraints of his body, and no one could notice that a dense granular-like tissue began to appear in his palm, which was clinging to the glass.

Countless tiny tentacles.

Just as K was about to be torn apart by the torrent of memory, a pair of large, steady hands suddenly slapped the back of his neck.

"Wake up!"

The sudden blow woke him up just right, and K suddenly woke up from the chaotic memories, as if his body was drenched in water, revealing exhaustion everywhere.

"K, what's wrong with you?" The monkey asked cautiously.

“K？ No, I'm not called K. ”

"And what's your name? Have you regained your memory? The monkey was a little surprised.

"My name is not K, but what am I? What should I be called? K tried hard to recall, trying hard to sort out his illogical thoughts, so much so that he was about to fall into the boundless sea of memories repeatedly.

"Your name is K! You are a slave captured by Lao Tzu! The fat man yelled and forcibly pulled K back from the brink of collapse.

K gasped vigorously, his lungs, which had been completely healed, could not withstand such a level of breathing, and the pain in his heart made him curl up on the ground, unable to move even a finger.

"Brother, what's wrong with him? We save Him! ”

"Don't worry, he won't die." The fat man's answer was very cold, and there was even a hint of extremely subtle disgust.

"But ......"

"No, you have your way, he has his, even if he dies here, it will be fate."

"But we can save him! And he saved us! ”

"What to save? Do you know what he used to be like? Or are you sure that if he regains his memory, he won't choose to kill the two of us? Do you think reformers care about the life and death of two slave hunters? Don't be deceived by the way he is! When did you become so soft-hearted! The fat man's tone was serious and serious.

The monkey bit his lower lip, struggling hesitation making it difficult for him to make a decision.

"This is the first level of your new life, if you can't even make such a decision, I advise you to continue wandering with me, another world is not something you can afford."

The fat man's words are like a hammer hitting the monkey's heart, and he must face such a choice before his new life begins, is this the so-called price?

For the first time, the monkey truly felt the cruelty of another world.

"I didn't want to keep him alive, the secrets here must not be revealed to anyone else, I tried to get him to leave, but you decided to let him follow us, so you must be responsible for your actions. Because that cold and cruel world has never allowed you to hesitate and hesitate. ”

"Hesitation is death, hesitation is equivalent to giving up, tell me the decision!"

The monkey closed his eyes in pain and took a deep breath, "Throw him out and let's get started." "Just a few bytes, it was like using all his strength.

The monkey turned around and let the fat man drag K's body out of the room.

"Is it right or wrong for me to do this? Is that why you don't want me down this path? He muttered in a low voice, his tone choked with pain, "But, I want to find you, mother......"

The fat man went and returned, the expression on his face was cold without a trace of temperature, this was not like him before, in fact, from the moment the veteran died, he began to become less like the previous him.

The fat man stared at the prototype in this giant petri dish with an expressionless face, and there was no other emotion from beginning to end, did this slave hunter who indulged himself wandering in the wilderness also wear layers of masks?

"Let's get started." He said calmly.

No one could have imagined that such a simple five words would shake the entire empire violently in the near future.

There was a sound of the alloy door closing behind him, and K curled up like a frozen puppy, and the fat man didn't kill him, he just threw him out of the base, but it was no different from killing him.

There was no food, no water, and more importantly, the ice source flare up again.

The real desperate situation can always stimulate the hidden power of human beings, and the disgust and reluctance to die drive K to squirm his body with all his might. The slight revival of his memory brought him not only an illogical past, but also a personality that was originally imprisoned.

The distance of more than ten meters is like a ravine, but it is difficult to overcome the strong will to survive.

Shoulders, elbows, fingers and even teeth, everything that can be used is used, and under a young and new tree more than ten meters away from the main gate of the base, the rickety body is constantly shaving the dry dust and sand.

A shallow pit was dug out of the dust and sand, and in the shallow pit that should have been empty, there was a square box hidden!

What's even more amazing is that K seems to know the secret from the beginning, but how did he know it?

K's fingers quivered, and after a desperate number of attempts, he finally inserted the key, a key from nowhere, into the keyhole of the alloy box.

The keyhole clicked open and close, and a new alloy box was opened, and inside lay a syringe filled with blood, not tranquil plasma, but red, purple blood, apparently of an unknown substance. The source blood even bubbles slightly, what an amazing activity!

K trembled, his body had long been unable to resist the impulse similar to instinct, or the impulse beyond instinct, his body longed for this source of blood, just like a person who is extremely thirsty longs for water, and a person who is so hungry that he is dizzy sees food, he does not hesitate, and injects purple red source blood into his body.

As soon as the source blood entered the body, it was like the new rain and dew that brought to K's thirsty world, and all his cells were trembling, trembling with excitement, and trembling with **.

The source blood is like a rolling heat wave, wherever it passes, any cold is disappearing without a trace, and the ice source without an antidote seems to have encountered a natural enemy in life at this time, so even if it "tried its best" to resist, the deep cold was still destroyed by the blazing heat, powdered.

K's vision suddenly changed, and his eyes were no longer an endless wilderness, but a little flame in the deep darkness, the flame was getting brighter and closer, and finally.

An ugly creature without a hairless carapace opened its bloody mouth, and its vision suddenly blurred, but K still saw everything clearly, and countless flesh buds surged out of the creature's body, and its eyes flashed with ** and excited desire.

The longing came to an abrupt end, and the flesh that had entered his body never returned, but remained in his body forever.

The ugly creature was terrified and wanted to get rid of it, but the granulation of those betrayed it at this moment, it was devoured, decomposed, assimilated. Its body grew smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

There was only one voice, the voice of extreme horror before death.

That's a worm language: native species.

K's vision finally returned to darkness, and for the last moment, he was able to see his surroundings, which was inside a chariot.

Angel of Death, A-13, nuclear explosion, prototype, the disconnection of memories finally had a coherent connection, and the fragments of memory that had been sealed in his body finally revealed to his will at this time.

Tracing the fragments of his unconscious memories, K finally understands how he obtained his mutant genes.

No, he's not called K.

He is Brahman.

A tentacle covered in spikes suddenly poked out from beneath Fan's body, instantly entangling his somewhat stiff limbs.

A foraging Zerg digger.

Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and a wisp of cold light flashed away.

A drop of purple-red blood, dripping on the dry dust, came from the broken finger of Brahman.

Fan got up calmly, no longer having that stupid look, just a little dazed.

The corpse of the digger fell right on his side, yes, the corpse.

It took only a few seconds from the appearance of the Digger to its death, and the cause of its death was nothing more than a drop of purple blood.

On the other side of this distant world, there is a pair of deep and ethereal eyes that are deep and bright, as if they can see through the haze of the last days.

"My child, there's only so much I can do for you. May we never meet on your way to the future. (To be continued.) )