The whole world is subjected to the ravages and erosion of rain from the sky, black raindrops corrod dense small holes in the walls of the few ancient buildings in the wilderness, and a large number of De'an soldiers patrol back and forth on the old and old tall walls. Some master-level De'an people will simply reprocess and design the outer defensive wall into a double guide pipe that can not only ventilate inside and outside, but also launch the ammunition pouring port of the fortification in time.

The damp and sultry air flowed down the ducts into the large and humble living room, and on the dining table made of giant horses' backbones, the skull glass in Delu's hand was already empty. The tiger under the table teased the young Dening, a giant mutant dog breed formed by a cross between a wolf and a ghosttooth dog, which had grown like a stout calf in just three months, and a small amount of saliva was dripping from its sharp canine teeth onto the worn yak carpet. Dening, who was brought home from that escape pod, was born with unknown blue blood after repeated tests, and has been well integrated into the life of the De'an community.

It's just that I don't know why, even though the blue-blooded person's physique is indeed relatively weak, Ke Dening's thinness and weakness are more like a kind of poisonous curse. In five years, Dening has only learned a simple galaxy language, and this kind of sluggish and slow growth is obviously not even the most basic mutant qualifications, and it is really not suitable to live in this dark and cruel killing world.

After drinking, Delu tilted his head and quietly watched Huya bullying Dening.

"Hey, little bunny, go, take Dening to play. Delu kicked the giant tail of the tiger wagging at the table.

The tiger scurried up, skillfully grabbed the back of Dening's neck, bit just right, and threw Dening on his back with a flick of his head.

"It's getting smarter, go ahead. ”

By the time Delu lowered his head and took a sip of wine, their figures had already disappeared into the vast rain.

After a while, a taller and burly man walked in from the shadows hiding next to him, his cold eyes looked at the back of De Ning who disappeared into the rain in the distance, and his expression began to soften, "Delu, you also know, after all, this is the meaning of the patriarch, and I am just following orders." Defond explained.

Delu silently threw the wine jug in his hand to Defeng, and sighed: "Hey, I also know that I met him at the beginning, and now he has finally grown up, I understand what the patriarch means, rest assured, after all, I Delu is also a De'an person, if there is really a new discovery, I will tell the patriarch in time, and tell him for me, there is no need to monitor us in the name of protection like this." Dening, I watched him grow up, I know his heart best, and nothing will happen to him."

"Hehe, Delu, then I'm relieved, in fact, forget it, don't talk about it, today just happened to rest in shifts, we don't get drunk......" Defeng looked at the rare wine in his hand and was moved.

With the sound of the night rain, the two opened the conversation with the strength of wine, but the expression in the eyes of the drunken Delu became more and more confused and depressed.

Since he brought back this mysterious baby from the dilapidated escape pod in the sand ridge five years ago, he was later named "Dening" by the patriarch, which means longevity and peace, but compared with Dening's thin and frail body, he has been a restless master since he was a child. It is no exaggeration to say that inside his thin body, there seems to be a furious brute beast hidden.

When Dening was three years old, he was bullied by other urchins, and all the De'an adults present at that time were just mischievous among the children, after all, a powerful tribe was formed to rule by the predatory ecosystem of the tribal tribe. It's just that who would have thought that a casual negligence would cause serious consequences at that time.

Those De'an teenagers who had bullied and insulted Dening suffered Dening's "challenges" one by one in the later period of time, and even one almost died because of it, but fortunately they were discovered in time and the tragedy was avoided. Several of them are still unable to continue to cultivate the advanced martial arts system, which is equivalent to a bunch of wastes in their lives, and they can no longer match the status and dignity of the race.

No one knows how the three-year-old did it, and even when someone asked what happened to the injured teenagers, they had a collective memory loss.

All of a sudden, Dening was classified as a Type F with a "dangerous" factor by the entire De'an ethnic group. This has led to Delo's current predicament.

Time flies, but many real things will not be forgotten because of the passage of time, and more choices are to hide some precious memories and secrets deep in the heart until death.

Delu still vividly remembers the day he picked up De Ning five years ago, when he fainted and was awakened by a burst of blood, what came into front of him was the corpses and corpses everywhere, and the black-brown blood that had coagulated was crisscrossing the cold sand of the sand ridge like an earthworm.

The surrounding sand was unprecedentedly quiet, and the mercenaries were dying tragically all around them, their cold corpses striking a test of the courage of passers-by. Among the many corpses that were mercilessly shot, Delu even found several well-known mercenary "squid" who were roaming around the neighborhood to commit crimes, and he really didn't expect such an end.

The ghoul vultures hovered in the dark red sky for a long time, unwilling to come down.

Delu's burly body was drenched with splashed blood, and the swaddling baby sat quietly beside Delu, his blood-covered little hands skillfully manipulating the Chinese-style shimmering flag micropulse gun on Delu's waist. In the baby's eyes that should have been like a morning star, there was an old age and sadness that could not be concealed.

Obviously, all the killings were done by the emaciated and dying baby in front of him, and it was a terrible and ridiculous nightmare.

Delu seemed to see a majestic man dying tragically at that moment, but everything disappeared in an instant, weird and terrifying.

Of course, everything that happened on that occasion was buried deep in his own heart, and all the De'an people knew was that Delu had brought back a suffering baby in the battlefield, and this baby was a boy who was born frail and sickly, and sank and silent.

In the western hills not far from the settlement of the De'an ethnic group, two figures were shuttling away rapidly.

If the four great realms of the earth are the continuation of the terrible death, then the deep blue ocean is the world of the hegemon, and the remaining barren sand ridge desert has become the settlement of groups of down-and-out free mercenaries. Since 200 years ago, after the interstellar Mozi nuclear magnetic resonance battle, the remaining mercenaries began to constantly oppress each other or form alliances, the beginning of life often means a faster end, in the sand ridge, under the desert I don't know how many people's bones have been buried, and how many thrilling bloody brutality has been staged.

At this time, the rain in the sand ridge came and went quickly, and the long-lost rain flowed again in the dry canal, and some lizards that had entered a state of suspended animation were slowly waking up from sleep, and a few thin lizards coiled on the abdominal cavity of the rotting saury kept pecking at the rotten and shriveled fish.

A gray shadow rushed out of the swaying bushes and dead branches, and when the tiger poked its head out, its mouth was dead biting a three-foot-long struggling lizard, and dark green blood continued to flow out of the lizard's wounds, imprinting one after another dim breath of life on the black earth.

Dening looked helplessly at the tiger gobbling up, this unpalatable and fishy snake meat, he had already eaten too much, if he continued to eat, his entire taste buds might really degenerate and become numb.

"It's really a greedy stinky dog, are you just so good?" Dening looked at the greedy tiger angrily.

What I got was a few innocent whimperes from the tiger.

Sleepy, there was a trace of burning warm current along Dening's lower abdomen and constantly spreading to his limbs, he was drowsy, curled up and snuggled up to the tiger to absorb more heat, the tiger's eyes were squinted, the black fluff on the tip of his nose swayed left and right in the wind, and from time to time he raised his nose to filter the indistinguishable smell in the air.

After a while, the wind will rise, and it will be time for the sand ridge to change again.

A blood moon crept up, and the starlight in the night sky became more and more psychedelic and distant. Under the Great War of the Century, the wanton explosion of nuclear and electromagnetic energy destroyed the entire earth's ecosystem, and human beings and various living organisms were forced to be in a cold period. The new human is still at the top of the food chain, but more species are constantly evolving and improving themselves, and the useful resources of the entire earth are being divided up unpredictably, and the advent of a new era is more like the beginning of the self-destruction of the new human race.

More supernatural giants Frankenstein are blazing a trail to extraterrestrial galaxies. What is left behind on this abandoned earth is often a few poor insects abandoned by many new types of humans.

The dark curtain descended on the sand ridge, and under the scorching sun during the day, the rain only soaked the dry and barren spots for a long time.

There was silence in the low woods, and among the roots of a dead tree near the edge of the canal, De lay quietly. The tiger's green and faint beast eyes are looking into the distance.

There was a rustling sound from the wild hemp vines more than a dozen feet away, and the huge head of the tiger swayed in confusion. The three-month-old cub is not yet able to predict the danger effectively, but the instinct of the mutated creature constantly drives it to flee as quickly as possible.

The wind rose, and a fishy smell came to my nose.

Dening's whole person woke up suddenly, and what caught his eye was the trembling body of the tiger, and even the usually huge tail was tightly clamped in the hind legs. The tiger let out a low beast roar, like a wail and like an angry cry, facing a dark green lizard king, the instinct of the creature made the tiger not have too much sense of resistance. This is a huge third-level lizard snake, with a three-zhang long body coiled like a barrel, and the erect snake pupils shimmer with a cold green light. The snake core that was constantly spitting in the air was filled with the smell of death. On the belly of the lizard, there are two tiny claws curled up, and it looks like it is about to evolve into a fourth-level snake dragon.

De Ning clinged to the back of the tiger tightly, he grabbed the tiger fur hard, "Run!" When he shouted, the hind limbs of the tiger jumped up hard, and Dening's whole body was bumped and undulated on the back of the tiger man, and the huge snake body of the lizard king jumped forward, and a series of shrub branches and leaves were swept and crushed by it, leaving a deep line of snake foot lines on the ground.

The tiger running in the darkness ran in a panic through the bushes, followed by the Lizard King, its scarlet snake core stretched out and spit out, and a large pale black fishy smell wafted in the surrounding air. There was a constant rustling of crawling sounds in the surrounding bushes, and more and more lizards were stimulated by the smell to wake up from their dormancy, and the whole area was filled with the crawling sound of lizards.

After the tiger fiercely trampled a young lizard to death, it was bitten twice on its hind legs by several lizards around it. Dening wielded a black beam knife, slashing horizontally and vertically, blocking left and right, and his body was drenched in the blood of lizards. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and although the speed of the machete in his hand was very slow, the angle and direction of each slash were the key points of the lizard's attack, as if the lizard itself took the initiative to crash into the edge of the machete.

Many years later, De Ning, when recalling the night of the first battle, realized that he had embarked on a path to becoming a holy warrior at that time.

There were more and more dead lizards around, but the giant lizard king was always hiding in the dark bushes and lurking around. Keep driving more and more baby lizards into this disproportionate fight.

I don't know for what purpose, but it is so cruel to watch its children and grandchildren being killed continuously.