Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and strong winds swept across the land. It's like a sharp blade. Torture and slaughter all creatures that dare to appear before them.

It is a desolate land. Because of the sweep of hundreds of millions of years of strong winds, the rocks were blown on top of each other, rolling into wave after wave, like a sea of solidified weathered rock. As far as the eye can see, there are sharp rocks and large chunks of gravel. Occasionally, pitch-black steel bars can be seen pouring out from under the ground. It's like the fangs of the devil.

At this time, the dusk was almost over, the sunset completely sank into the wasteland, and there were only a few crimson and light purple clouds in the whole sky, and as the sky darkened, the crimson and light purple clouds quietly turned into different levels of indigo, and then evolved into a full and gorgeous navy blue, like velvet satin leisurely drifting in the sky.

The rustling sound of the drizzle faded away, leaving only a mist like mist.

The bright red undertones are interspersed with broken clouds, and these shattered and far-reaching skies are mixed with gray rocks. This wonderful canopy of heaven is like countless broken glass embedded in the earth, and the underground in front of you forms a strange and mysterious dream.

This is a wasteland, the product of the explosion of a large number of radioactive heavy weapons during the Second Galactic War, such as cannon and nuclear pulse bombs...... Wait, it's like the wilderness on Earth, full of danger and radiation.

In that distant void, a huge continuous mountain range, stretching for hundreds of miles, the surface of this mountain range is covered with a dense to the extreme forest, the trees in the forest are basically black scale wood, ink heart wood, shadow dragon fir, dark rock tree, these trees have black leaves, densely covered together, it seems, as if the entire mountain range is shrouded in darkness, hence the name of the dark mountain range.

Everything here seems to be black and red.

Black, is the color of the rocky land itself.

Red, dyed with the blood of countless interstellar pirates, mercenaries, and alien beasts.

The blood of both humans and beasts is deep in the deepest part of the rock, and even if the rock is shattered, it can still be found in the black scarlet.

Here, it's Karim Star.

This is Bermuda!

……

In the desolate area, there are very few living creatures, and it is like a radiation field after a nuclear explosion, desolate.

It is a region where heaven meets hell, where the land is rich and barren, and the terrain is complex and diverse, but there is little food production on a steady basis. It was a paradise for criminals, thieves and murderers, as well as a nightmare for ordinary people. Countless vicious bands of thieves and slave traders inhabit the land, like hyenas on the highlands, and regard all creatures that come and go as their prey.

Ankaru is a small town, with an area of just over 200 square kilometers under its main jurisdiction, and there are thousands of towns like it on the planet Karim. The list is endless.

But such a small town is extraordinarily popular, with tens of thousands of people passing through it every day, and hundreds of thousands of people living on the resources stored in this small town.

The reason is simple, just because the city is located on the edge of a vast wasteland.

As it is the only supply point connecting the human city to the wasteland, a large number of shops and bars have sprung up in the small town of Ankaru to serve these guests from afar.

Here, dark trading can be done in the open. Just pay some management fees. There is no need to consider the constraints of laws and regulations at all. Any contraband that is explicitly forbidden in the universe can be found here.

Drugs, oversized weapons, professional criminals, slaves, prostitutes, prohibited creatures, banned drugs. Everything, as long as you have money, then this is your paradise.

Any order becomes irrelevant, the only thing that is needed is force. Violence and crime coalesce into small groups, encroaching on every inch of the town.

This situation applies to the whole planet, to the whole Bermuda.

……

The small town of Ankaru is a frontier place, and the only way to take a spaceship to other planets is to pass through here and get to the center of the planet.

As for the name of this wasteland, it is called ......

"Lost."

It has existed since ancient times, the environment is very harsh, and the desert with large-scale sandstorms can be described as a forbidden area of life no matter what planet it is, and the only fate for the team that is not fully prepared to enter this area is disappearance and death, and the mutated vultures that fly above all the time make these unlucky guys not even have bones left, and after a long time, "lost" has become a place where all life is deterred.

This is a turbulent place, but it is actually very large, covering more than 100,000 square kilometers, and only a few areas on the extreme edge are connected to human settlements. The terrain here is treacherous, full of lofty mountains, deep ravines and cliffs, inaccessible, and often haunted by high-level monsters. Due to its geographical location, there are often cosmic storms here, and there are creatures from other star fields that have been displaced by shipwrecks. After a long time, no one knows how many strange races are hidden in the depths of the turbulent land...... and wealth.

In Bermuda, the Terrans and the alien races are fighting to the death, the Terrans and the alien races are also fighting within themselves, and the humans and humanoid races have to compete with various native beasts for living space. And perhaps because the forsaken land is orbiting too far from the sun, there are occasionally all kinds of terrible beasts arriving from outside the territory.

It seems that the only meaning of life here is strife.

War is everywhere, and in the gray wasteland, the most valuable thing is life.

On a cold and dark night, the moon hung in the sky with a faint red light, like the legendary blood moon, and as far as the eye could see, all sides were ruined and ruined.

There is also a moon reflected here, this moon glows red, trembling slightly, the red moon light, like ripples, very beautiful.

As far as the eye could see, there was not a single living person, only the cold reddish moonlight and the slight autumn wind.

It's a terrifying and eerie place.

As far as the eye can see, this plain is densely covered with black and purple blood clots, and there are some inexplicable animal bones and human bones piled up on it. At first glance, there was no human figure at all, but there were a large number of scavenging crows hovering excitedly overhead.

At this moment, in a wasteland, a group of seven or eight people were speeding in a battered Beetle chariot, and their clothes were all strange, completely sewn together with rags and rotten skins, and some of them would have a few rusty metal plates on their hearts, backs, and other vital parts, which were used as armor.

Several of them carried large backpacks and guns around their waists, and this was the most common scavenger in the wasteland.

They gamble their lives and venture into the depths of the wasteland and ruins in search of something that might have a little value. In their backpacks, they carry all their riches.

Although the wasteland contains endless dangers, it also contains unimaginable opportunities, and for hundreds of years, I don't know how many spaceships carrying various material wealth have fallen due to cosmic storms and been buried by wind and sand.

There was once a lucky man who risked his life to go deep into it, only to find a spaceship, as well as various small mechs and thousands of munitions!

He also relied on this wealth to go from a humble scavenger who could die like an ant at any moment to one of the few bigwigs on Karim planet!

There is a precedent in the past, and naturally these waste pickers are stimulated.

"The winds turn out the wealth of the desert scavengers."

This is a proverb in the town, and scavengers have since become a characteristic profession in the town. Although the name is very earthy, it actually supports the prosperity of the whole town. After each violent storm in the desert, a large number of people gather together and divide into large and small teams. Under the guidance of the organizers, enter the "Lost" to find all kinds of wreckage, large and small. And in exchange for the needs of life.

So these scavengers also have the ability to explore and deal with small battles.

They are strange-looking, about twice as tall as ordinary humans, with slender statures, pointed heads, four eyes, and scales.

It's a sub-race.

……

In the vast universe, life has never been limited to human beings.

When people began to really step out of the planet and drive to the starry sky, more and more life races also entered their horizon.

Since the first type of alien plankton that humans came into contact with in the galactic era, in the next few hundred years, human beings soon came into contact with more than 100,000 species of extraterrestrial life, including 36,000 complex lifeforms, more than 3,000 species of advanced intelligent life, and more than 1,000 kinds of intelligent races forming a civilized society.

As for the life that can go out of the planet to form a galactic civilization, none.

In other words, in the past 3,000 years, human beings have not discovered that any intelligent race is more civilized than itself, which makes all the intelligent races discovered by them eventually become vassals of human beings.

Of course, this does not mean that humanity will never encounter a higher life than itself - it has in fact appeared.

The Romans and Aslans are the existence of civilizations that are not inferior to human beings.

Humanoid races occupy most of the civilizations in the universe, but people are also different from each other, even in terms of appearance and body, they are no different from earthlings. But genes, internal organs, and body structure can be very different.

And there are some sub-humans, although they are classified into human civilization. But the appearance and figure are very different from the aesthetics of human beings, not to mention some races of different civilizations, which are even more strange.

The Karos are one of those subhumans.