Dust and ashes drift in the air all year round, and the sky is forever gray, with no sun, moon or stars in sight. The red mist was pervasive, and from time to time there were smirks and whispers in the misty mist, as if at midnight, the murmur of a nightmare.

This is the edge, a dangerous place where foreign objects are rampant and people are extinct, walking on the edge, every minute and every second you will feel the pervasive fear and despair in the environment, and every breath may face the threat of pollution and mutation.

This is the edge, the place of death from which there is no return, the bottomless mire of pollution and mutation, where only the bravest marginal travelers, only the most fearless marginal merchants, dare to walk through the mysterious edge, connecting the isolated world.

The long road winds its way to the limit of its vision, eventually swallowed up by the red mist, flanked by flat, open wilderness as far as the eye can see. Iron shells with four wheels can be seen everywhere on the road, and I don't know how many years have been parked, and some of them are parked in very bad places, completely blocking the road and making it impossible for tall and wide caravans to pass.

Yes, a caravan, driving on this highway that seems to never end.

The dusty canopy looks inconspicuous, and the only thing that can attract attention is the broken wooden board sign poking on the roof of the car.

Monica & Báb Chamber of Commerce.

There is nothing strange about the name, it is understandable that there are several arrows stacked under the name, and the really strange thing is that only half of the brand is left, and the other half has become a neat and beautiful tooth mark, obviously the murderer's teeth are very good, and he bites off half of the wooden card in one bite, and it is indescribable and neat.

The caravan was parked on the road, Monica poked her head out of the cockpit, watched the few iron shells blocking the road in front of her slowly move away, and then waved her hand to the front, and said lazily: "The dead kid in front, do you want to hitchhike?" ”

Babu closed the iron-clad door with his backhand, ran back in disgrace, patted the ashes all over his body, and then jumped into the caravan, took the kettle and poured a few sips, wiped his sweat and said, "No, you can't start it, you can only push it away one by one." ”

"Activate?" Monica recited the word a few times in confusion, shook her head, and said, "Do you really think these iron shells can move?" ”

"It doesn't hurt to give it a try, maybe." Babu shrugged, "I think these iron shells are a little strange, though. ”

"Huh?"

"As you said before, you can see these things on the edge a lot, at least for a dozen years." Eight steps simply jumped out of the caravan again, leaned over to the nearest iron shell and knocked, "If it's like you said, then these iron shells should have been left outside for at least ten years, and theoretically they should have rusted a long time ago." ”

"But I checked several cars just now, and there are indeed rusts, and some of them are still very bad, but they don't look like they've been left for more than ten years. In addition, the safe opened in the bank before, and the steel bars found outside the town of Saul, the embroidery marks do not look like traces of more than ten years. And there are perennial ashes floating on the edges, but there is only a shallow layer on the ground, and it stands to reason that I should have buried all these iron shells a long time ago, so I always felt that there was something wrong with this. ”

"Then I don't know." Monica sighed and said helplessly, "When you get to the big city in the future, you can go to those marginal scholars to discuss slowly, maybe they can give you the answer." So how long are you going to stay down there? It's getting dark. ”

"It's coming, it's coming."

Babu was no longer entangled, and turned into the caravan, and with the sound of the bell, the caravan set off again, slowly moving along the long road and the long line of iron-clad people.

The road was very difficult to navigate, and from time to time it was blocked by iron shells, making it impossible for caravans to pass, and Babu had to jump down every other section to clear the barricades.

Sometimes, with a bit of luck, a caravan can also step over the shoulder of the road to bypass obstacles from outside the road, but once encountered. The narrow terrain can only be cleared by manpower. For more than a dozen kilometers, Babu had already gone down seven or eight times, which annoyed him.

A voice came from the roof of the car, "The front looks a little easier to walk, I hope this is the last time, I don't want to go down every other way to clear the obstacles." ”

"Actually, we can go directly into the wilderness, although it is a little bumpy, but at least we don't have to go down so often to clear the obstacles."

"If you go into the wilderness, you may not come across the remains of a building for a few days. It's getting dark now, and I don't want to spend the night in the wilderness like I did last time, but at least it's safer to clear out a building for the night. "But along the road, I have a great deal of confidence that I will find a building for the night today." ”

"Oh?"

"These iron shells look like a kind of transportation......"

"It looks like this word is redundant." Monica gave him a blank look, "I didn't ask how you know." ”

"Well......" said Babu with a smirk, shaking his head, "then these cars don't look like they are a means of transportation, well, a common sense perception." ”

"So what?"

"This kind of transportation is not human, it has to rely on fuels such as burning coal." Babu pointed to the abandoned cars passing by on the road, "but I didn't find spare fuel in it, and there were so many iron shells on the road, so I ......"

Before Babu could finish speaking, a roar suddenly came from the red mist in the distance, and following the sound, several scrap cars could be faintly seen in the fog being lifted up and flying high, and when they landed, they made several loud noises.

Not only the sound, but also the strong fluctuations of the polluting energy.

It was like an invisible hand that was stirring the ubiquitous illusory energy on the edge, and for a moment the mist was surging, the energy was agitated, and the destructive force seemed to destroy everything.

Monica and Babu exchanged glances, and immediately took off the bell and went silent. Babu pointed in the direction of the movement, and Monica hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Then Monica stepped on the caravan and slowly moved forward silently, little by little closer to the place where the iron shell was flying, and Babu stretched out her hand into the canopy behind her, and when she retracted it again, there was already a ball of humanoid creatures hanging on her hands, and the humanoid creature pretended to be a little girl, holding Babu's hand and biting happily, gnawing on Babu's shiny saliva.

"Boom", another roar, this time the distance is closer, the two can even clearly see the whole process of the scrap car being lifted off and then smashed down, in the huge roar, but also mixed with the roar and shouting from humans, angry and desperate roaring and shouting.

The caravan had stopped, and the two of them carried Anna and walked through the abandoned cars all over the ground, quietly approaching the source of the energy agitation and roaring with the cover of the abandoned cars around them.

A fork in the road leads to the side of the road, and at the end of the fork in the road is a special building and a source of shouting. The moment they saw the source, the two sighed softly with gloomy faces.

Outside the building is a strange row of equipment with a hard hose extending from the lower end, and several rows of buttons on the equipment with strange symbols printed on them.

Behind a row of equipment is a building with a transparent glass wall in front of it, which can be seen with rows of shelves and a counter that is not usually the usual shape.

The back of the building is not very clear, and it can be vaguely seen that there is a large open space, and there are many very tall and large abandoned vehicles parked in the open space, and there are huge trailers hanging behind each one, one of which is still a giant metal canister seven or eight meters long, which looks like a hideous iron monster.

Although the back is not very clear, the front is still unobstructed. The glass walls were intact, but the glass doors had shattered into shards of glass, the shelves inside had long since been empty and had been pushed to the ground, and the contents of the counters had been turned to the ground, just like the other ruins on the edge, leaving only a mess.

No, not only the mess, but also the corpses in one place, the corpses that move.

The corpse's clothes had long since become tattered, and it was difficult to see what it looked like before birth, and the skin was exposed, and it was quite strange to see at a glance.

There were no signs of high temperature burning, but the skin was wrinkled as if it had been burned, and there were even signs of melting skin in some parts, rotting into a mess. Even though the corpse had long since dried up, the burned, melted skin looked quite disgusting.

What's even more disgusting is that they still move, although slowly, but perseveringly, one by one out of the abandoned car, swaying out of the building, with a low and strange roar from their mouths, surrounded by the row of strange equipment outside the building.

Or rather, a crowd of people gathered in front of the row.

The clothes on the group of people are distinctly modern, with a variety of textures. Many of these people were holding the mist, and they were gathering in front of the row of equipment, using the equipment as a cover to entangle with the corpses that had regained their feet, protecting the unarmed women and children behind them. Although the resurrected corpses could not be killed, there were fifty or sixty people in this group, and half of them were armed with weapons, and the number of people was overwhelming, and they barely kept the burned corpses out.

But while the two Babu were still on their way, and they could only watch from afar, the form suddenly reversed.

Because suddenly there is one more enemy they need to fight.

It was the one who was originally protected by them, but had the strongest combat effectiveness.

This person was dressed like Suni from Thor, wearing a black robe, holding a strangely shaped wooden staff with a black crystal inlaid at the top, he didn't even need to move, just swinging the wooden staff, he could blow up a revived living corpse, and although the corpse quickly got back up, at least it bought time for the others. The few scrap cars that flew out just now were obviously also his masterpieces, and as a ball of black energy flew out from the crystal of the wooden staff, another group of living corpses was blown away along with the scrap cars.

Then he let out a desperate scream, or should I say, it's her.

In the scream, the black-robed mage suddenly fell to the ground, rolling wildly, scratching her body, Babu and Monica were still too far away to see the changes in her body, but the red mist representing the polluting energy on her body was getting thicker and thicker, her body was becoming more and more distorted, and there were even two tentacles drilled out of her back.

Her pollution mutation is like the last straw that overwhelms the crowd.

The strongest combat power suddenly went out of control, and many people in the crowd, whether they were fighting or being protected, showed panic and panic, they were at a loss for a while, almost forgetting their situation, and even put in a few living corpses that were fighting against them.

But they don't need to blame themselves for this, because the next moment, these frightened and flustered people will directly mutate.

Obviously it's not a powerful high-risk profession like a phantom mage, but they still mutated, and the mutation is faster and more complete than that mage, and the mage is still struggling and rolling, and they have completely mutated into monsters.

Because these people, except for mages, are just a group of ordinary people with no soul resistance, and I don't know why they appeared on the edge collectively. Even under normal circumstances, they couldn't last long, not to mention being attacked by monsters.

As a result, their bodies turn into jelly-like soft mud, wriggling on the surface one by one, trying to swallow all the living things around them, and when the seemingly non-offensive soft mud gets close to the living person, dozens of spikes composed of 'jelly' will suddenly pop out of the body, and once the target is stabbed, the victim will be forcibly pulled back into his body.

Babu and Monica are almost there, but it seems that it is too late, and the mutation is like an avalanche, getting faster and faster, and it can't be stopped. It didn't even take the resuscitated corpses to attack, the mutated humans had already killed several of their original companions, screams everywhere, and all the people who were still alive were running around.

Only three heavily armed combatants in ringmail were still trying to hold the line and try to protect those who were still alive, one of whom appeared to be the leader still shouting.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, calm down. The more scared you are, the easier it is to resist collapse and mutate into a monster, and if you calm down, you can hold on for a while, maybe there will be a chance to find the entrance to the present world, everyone ......"

He couldn't say any more, because a huge log as thick as an adult's thigh flew out of the empty space behind the building, smashed directly into his chest, and smashed him out twenty or thirty meters, his chest collapsed and vomited blood, and it was impossible to live anymore.

Unfortunately, the direction in which he flew was unlucky.

Babu and Monica had just arrived, hiding behind several scrap cars, and before they could figure out the situation on the field, the man had already fallen from the sky and smashed on the roof of the car, smashing the roof of the car, exposing the well-hidden Babu and Monica to the eyes of the others.

There were only five people left who insisted on not mutating, and the five people were holding each other and moving towards the dying victim, the victim was foaming blood from his mouth, struggling to say something to Babu Monica, but intermittently, the two couldn't hear a word.

As soon as the others gathered around, a heavy footstep suddenly sounded in the direction where the giant tree was flying.

"Knock, knock", in the footsteps, a huge figure of nearly three meters, carrying a thicker log, walked around the building that blocked the view, and roared at the few survivors gathered by Babu.

"Roar."