Five days later, in the afternoon, Zhao Qian sat on the top of a still hot mountain in the Gobi, looking at the tinkling ground under the mountain and gradually forming a ground gathering place.

In addition to the common cacti in the desert, there are more large and small trees and herbaceous plants, and the water source is in a deep hole under the mountain. It is an oasis that is relatively difficult to see on the Gobi Desert.

"Is the news confirmed?"

He stopped comprehending the chill after the enhancement of the Heavenly Array Diagram. Zhao Qian asked the respectful middle-aged white man in front of him, this person's sturdy hands and feet obviously showed the shadow of his own martial arts, and it seemed that it should be Lily's side.

"Yes, Chief."

The white man looked at the man in front of him in awe, and there was a chill that could be felt in the vicinity of where Tom Lee had been sitting.

You know, just a few steps away, this middle-aged man was still suffering from the Texas heat of climbing to the top of the mountain. The guy who thought he was successful in his studies under Lily Esther almost fell unconscious.

"Judging from the things left in the water cave at the bottom of the mountain, and the recent resistance army and Skynet have inexplicably started to implement new laser equipment, our leader said that it was undoubtedly circulated from below."

Silent.

Zhao Qian was still sitting there quietly, as if he was thinking of something.

In fact, he had been thinking about a very strange problem, that is, the wasteland battlefields of the Terminator World were obviously using laser-based weapons.

Now, it seems, there seems to be an answer,

There seems to be a striking similarity to the course of history, because it is constantly being corrected by some force.

From Journey to the World of Pirates of the Caribbean, it seems to have always been like this.

Zhao Qian looked at the yellow sand blown up by the wind in the distance, and he vaguely felt that these so-called travelers of himself might look more like the station's repairer for the so-called important plot nodes of this world.

It may be confusing to change the direction of small details, but some places will never change.

For example, humanity will eventually defeat Skynet.

"Those Predator's guns."

Zhao Qian muttered.

His eyes also lit up more and more, the drawings had actually been found in a reconstruction laboratory under the house a long time ago, but Zhao Qian didn't care much about it at the time.

Because after all, the equipment in the laboratory's arsenal is advanced enough for now.

Now, who knows, someone somewhere came up with a replica based on Fowles's production and then copied it, so that the outside resistance and Skynet's so-called new laser weapons appeared.

"I see."

After brushing his thoughts, Zhao Qian said to the person in front of him.

Getting up, a chill rose under your feet, and a thin layer of ice appeared on the soles of your shoes. Gliding down a somewhat steep ridge below.

When Zhao Qian found Lily Yester again, it was already evening.

Stand in front of the corridor door of the dark underground laboratory.

Reaching out, trying to push open the door in front of you.

But the next moment, the sound of the ticket in his ears still stunned him, or rather, for the first time, made him realize that the world of travel is not simple.

There are always adventurers who will do all sorts of amazing things.

"Public Reminder: A traveler has successfully killed the main plot character, the leader of the Resistance, and the world's protagonist, John Connor, and all passengers except the passenger in question must now return to the station space."

"Public Warning: Due to the death of the main character John Connor, the traveler involved will be under siege by the Brotherhood of Steel and the Abaddon Institute. All mission-related items related to John Connor are currently deactivated and can only be reused after the next station prompt. ”

This world, not long after it was repaired, fell into collapse again.

Divide-Cut-Line -

In an unknown ruined capital, the white-robed high-rollers looked a little embarrassed, and they no longer had the grace to be graceful. The jade flask that had been hanging from his waist had long since fallen somewhere, and behind him were countless pursuers riding various means of transportation. However, his eyes were still bright, and he was smiling, because there were still traces of some great man's blood on his sword.

John Connor.

"Whew!"

Behind him rang out the sound of a laser shot, and the swordsman who was deeply versed in the longitudinal technique dodged like a white butterfly fluttering among the flowers.

The city's abandoned cars eventually helped the orchestrated traveler escape from Ascension.

The pursuers, in the end, could only look at the white figure and disappear into the ruins of the city that had long been abandoned by humans.

Turning his head and glancing at the last pursuer who was nowhere to be seen, the high roller did not stop until he stopped in front of a large store in the center of the city.

In front of the store, the city wind blew a few yellowed and rotten posters with the words "a singer's concert" printed on them. The concrete floor was already covered with moss and other plants, and many things that had grown after the humans had left.

dust and crushed cement and stones.

The metal doors that buyers were proud of and safe are now more like rusted decorations, and the shattered glass in the windows outside the doors suggests that it has been visited by other survivors who once lived in the city.

That's why high rollers choose this place as a transit point for their own rest.

Walked to a sliding door in the alley next to which no one noticed.

In the next second, the young swordsman subconsciously turned sideways, dodging the sound of the wind on the tall building in the distance.

"Bang!"

The sound of sniper rifles startled a large group of unknown birds perched in the house.

And then, another shot.

The guy, who had already been tired of covering up in the crowd, had some difficulty dodging the persecution of one shot after another.

The high roller was waiting, he was waiting for the other party to run out of bullets, so that he would have enough time to eat some recovery products to replenish his strength.

He knew who the other party was.

But the next moment, a muffled sound of "click" under his feet made him realize what real despair is.

Afraid. Even if the high roller tries to keep himself calm.

He finally knew why all the escapees preparing for the Fifth World, even some of the true veterans, were afraid that the right arm was a mechanical prosthetic.

He should have thought of the world that guy was going through.

The masked guy was definitely not a real-world traveler, as the sign on some kind of high-tech mine he stepped on beneath his feet clearly confirmed it.

The masked guy is an extradited person, that's right. That is, the so-called existence of some coordinate points for stations to compete for the worlds occupied by other station spaces. So, this guy is definitely not a member of some big force.

At the feet of the high roller, only enthusiasts who are familiar with the plot of a certain game can recognize the logo, the blood bird.

StarCraft, Terran.

"Bang!"

The sniper rifle interrupted the last train of thought of the real-world traveler.

The white-clad swordsman stood up and raised his feet.

"Boom!"

Amazing explosions.

Mine, detonated.

The creature was dead, leaving only a key in place with the characteristics of a traveler.

"Tread, step, step."

In the alley, a guy with a cowboy hat and a masked face walked out of the alley.

Stand calmly in place.

After a long time, after the smoke had cleared, he walked over and picked up the key on the edge of the big hole in the wall, and his eyes shone with a certain light.

"Really lucky?"

The self-talk of a metal synthesizer. This is a hidden skill that can only be obtained by killing some important plot character.

The wind blew through the city, making his clothes crackle.

The cowboy turned his head and looked at the approaching pursuers in the distance.

The wind was a little stronger and blew.

The mask that covered his face revealed a sci-fi metal-style face under the bridge of his nose. (To be continued.) )