"It's an amazing feeling." After talking to the old man, the noisy monster patted the dust on his body, and turned to walk towards the struggling machine king.

The Mechanic King was still screaming, and even though his body's senses were channeled to form a heavy pressure, he still seemed to be holding on to the weight of his body.

However, he looked quite helpless and pitiful as he struggled.

Flesh armor has lost its original rules, and has begun to derange.

The shadow in front of me grew taller and taller.

He was already trying to shake off the weight of his memories and try to get back on his feet.

But enough of the excitement has been seen.

"Hey, someone clean him up." Noisy blamed himself for facing the flesh lump in front of him and couldn't find a starting point at all, so he could only call others in the end.

"I'll do it." At this moment, some long-lost hoarse voice sounded in my head.

In the shadow behind the noisy monster, a thin black shadow rose, with a black-red robe and a white mask, it was none other than his old friend Wuyiwang.

"It seems that you have a good harvest when you go back to the boundary line." The noisy monster watched the other party appear a little coquettishly, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Hehe, relying on the Nightmare Heart to deepen my understanding of dreams, leave it to me anyway."

Hearing this, the noisy monster stepped aside, looking like a good show.

King Wuyi clapped his hands, and countless shadows like insects flew up in the shadows around him, and the creepy sound of flapping wings sounded densely, and then wrapped the body of the King of Machines.

"You're ......" The noisy monster felt some kind of effect, and was very surprised.

"Nightmare Carnival is closely related to me, but the essence is derived from all of them, and I'm now trying to cut out a little bit of it to form a simple 'realm'."

"Huh?" Brother Duomu is rising, why is there a field again?

"It's just a descending branch of Nightmare Carnival. I'll call it a 'corner of the nightmare'. The tone was modest, but in fact even the name of the field was decided.

Brother Domu: ......

Anyway, eat a lemon first.

"Are you going to devour him with nightmares?"

"The spirit is the root of the disaster, but because the aether of the riot reacts to the spirit, all kinds of 'gentle' techniques against the spirit will be invalidated, but the nightmare is not so gentle. The spirit of this machine king has long been overwhelmed by years of depression, and finally let our dream consciousness crush him, and the ending is obvious. King Wuyi said lightly.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Suddenly, the noisy monster felt the influence envelop him.

Knowing Wuyiwang's thoughts, he didn't resist and let himself be swallowed up by nightmares.

He was dragged into a dream,

Wan Yi's dreams are always so gloomy and compassionate, and there seems to be nothing around except the sound of some kind of insect crawling.

In the dream, he saw a scrawny young man.

Only skinny bodies crouched on the ground, sobbing, followed by howling.

And in the darkness behind him, one picture after another flashed vaguely.

The images are dilapidated and difficult to connect.

Because even if the current machine king digs in the depths of his mind, even if the nightmare digs in the depths of his mind, he can only dig out this little thing.

As the Noisy Monster had judged before, the Machine Lord was only a teenager when he first came into this world.

is the same age as Xu Shen, no, even younger than Xu Shen.

When he came to the Golden Circle at this age, he was detected as a disaster, and then suffered the same treatment as Wan Yi at the beginning.

Formal deprivation of the power of being a human being, the result is either consumables or inferior livestock.

This young man is a mediocre self-adaptation troublemaker, who was not picked up by the institute and was finally picked up by the gangsters.

After that, there were scattered experiences of struggling in the gang.

He was frightened, and in the dream picture, he didn't have the cold machine-like posture when he was the king of machines, just a poor man who spent countless efforts to beg for a bite to eat.

In a gang firefight, he was severely injured and dying, and only one stage of regeneration seemed to be unable to save him.

He was then taken to the underground Gladiatorial Arena for the initial renovation surgery.

Among the countless unlucky eggs, there is always one lucky one who stands out.

In his misfortune, he became the unlucky guy who adapted to the transformation brilliantly, and then embarked on a new stage of his life, being driven like a monkey in the gladiatorial arena.

He knew that every time he lost, he could be in danger of being scrapped, so he worked hard like never before.

Even though I know that I am so humble, I still want to live.

Then, his ruthlessness is valued by the boss above the head of the gang behind him.

Under that person's attention, every time he wins, he can eat hot meals, get more transformation, become stronger, and then live better, which seems to be a virtuous circle.

Just thinking about the bread that awaits him after every win, even a little minced meat, he can smile no matter what his body is tossed intos.

He has completely accepted his identity, from a child who should be normal, learning knowledge to understand the world, to a humble and scarred fighting beast.

He gradually came to the title of "King of Machines", and even updated that name to the official name of the gladiatorial arena under the preference of that boss, and came to the top of Group A.

Thinking about the treatment after playing in Group S, he couldn't help but have a light in his eyes.

However, one of his attempts failed.

The transformation was not enough, he was defeated by the strong men of Group S, trampled under his feet and humiliated, and turned into broken copper and iron.

He thought it was over.

However, the record he brought before made the rich man not very willing to admit defeat like this, mainly because he was distressed about the sunk cost, even if the cost was not very high.

So, the wealthy boss contacted a research institute.

That was the last transformation he remembered as the Mechanic King.

When that device is implanted in the mind during surgery.

All his distractions were gone.

Eating, sleeping, good expectations, all disappeared and turned into cold machines.

Paired with brand new gear, he truly deserves his title.

The real King of Machines was born.

In the second Group S Advancement Challenge, he still fell into the disadvantage with his ferocious firepower, and finally relied on the stimulation of the checks and balances in his brain to enter the second stage, and the surge of ether energy-driven armor won the crucial battle in his life.

But he wasn't looking forward any longer.

Got after the game.

It is a nutrient that replenishes basic energy.

Seem......

Is it more nutritious than bread and minced meat?

Scold......

……

The noisy monster came to him, changing from the original form of a tall monster back to its untamed human form.

The Machine King lay in the pile of pitch-black insects, his thin body trembling, and his cloudy eyes barely reflected a noisy and strange figure.

"I'm not...... I'm not...... Food...... Nutrient ...... Meat...... Bread...... I ......"

The staccato words symbolize his last obsession, the last wisp of dregs eaten away by nightmares.

The noisy monster's gloomy eyes seemed to be even more unhappy, and he crossed his waist with one hand and scratched his head.

glanced back at King Wuyi.

King Wuyi spread his hands to him.

The noisy monster turned his head helplessly, possessed slightly, looked at the machine king, and said, "Hey, can you hear me?" ”

“……”

No response.

But the noisy monster continued to take care of himself: "Although it probably doesn't matter, then what, you're pretty powerful." That greasy old fat man is your boss. ”

The Machine King's eyes trembled slightly.

"He's dead, and you've lost it with one shot."

"Ah......h

The noisy monster looked at him, and his emaciated body quickly dissipated, being eaten away by the pitch-black insects around him.

I could only hear the last inaudible sentence: "Then can I eat?" ”

……

Syllable!

There was another crisp applause, and the darkness dissipated.

The noisy monster stood in front of the swelling tall body of the Machine King.

But the body in front of him is already dead.

The aether energy quickly dissipated, the flesh shrank, and the massive body collapsed.

King Wuyi bowed lightly behind him, then sank into the shadows and disappeared.

The noisy monster was silent for a moment, reaching into the lump of meat.

Laugh at! Thorn -

Pulled something out with all his might.

A blood-stained dark gold dog tag, inscribed on it, is naturally the name of the 'Machine King'.

Gently attached the dog tag to his bracelet, the noisy monster put his hands in his pockets, and left the devastated stage without looking back.

He won.

(End of chapter)