The Blackening Journey of the Abandoned Knight

Man awakens from the void of nothingness.

He lifted his heavy eyelids, suddenly not knowing where he was.

The first thing I saw was the pure sky.

***

night.

There was no celestial body to be seen in the dark sky, no moon, no star belts, no artificial pink haze or orange light half-dyed red.It was as dead and silent as water, as if it had been covered evenly with opaque black paint, a huge glass cover over the city.

It's not like a scene that would appear in reality.

The same is true for cities shrouded in such a hood.

It seems inappropriate to describe it as a ruin in a general sense. It has the usual characteristics of a ruin. Collapsed high-rise buildings, broken walls, and blocked avenues with serial car accidents can be seen everywhere. Vehicles are covered with a thick layer of solidified dust, those that cost a lot of money to maintain, judging from the traces left behind, there should be no signs of life in the well-designed green belts, the dead plants are arranged neatly, the whole body is dark, and their teeth and claws are baring. , exuding a strange and ominous breath.

But the city is not empty of activity, which is also the difference between it and other ruins.

On the streets, on the floors, at the top of the random array of convoys, and in the green belt, three or five teams of robots are looking for targets with their guns in their hands. Along the steel skeleton of the building, there are also countless robots building steel. The turrets, no matter whether there are targets or not, these turrets will operate their robot control, and strike the city in a round of 5 minutes. The energy beams are shot into the dark sky like a rain of light, and then fall one after another, smashing one after another on the ground. A dense pit.

Here are the ruins and the battlefield.

These robots are carrying out a mission here. If the executors are human beings, they will probably describe themselves as nobles in ancient times, expelling large groups of hounds, carrying servants, and holding a rifle decorated with various embossed patterns. Gun, ride through the jungle on a white horse.

Robots do the same thing.

They are hunting.

The prey were five hundred unarmed humans who were put into this city.

***

"The little bitch looks pretty good."

The stout man rudely looked at the face of a half-kneeling woman on the ground, and commented as if evaluating goods.

"Pure temperament, like a college student."

The people here are not just a thick man and a woman. In the dark and small basement with no lights, more than a dozen men huddled together, all eyes lingering on the woman, and the meaning of longing was expressed in words.And the woman seemed to have no strength, her whole body was swinging with the movements of the thick man.

She has a doll head with ears, and although her face is stained with a little dust, the outline of her entire face is clearly shown. She is indeed a beautiful woman with a beautiful face. She is young, weak, and her eyes are dull, just like what most men like. That kind of woman who looks like a little white flower.

"Huh, college student? It's just for sale. She looks so weak. Just now you didn't see how ruthlessly she pushed her benefactor to block the gun. That little boy didn't know how he died."

"Several big brothers..." This sentence somehow touched the woman's nerve, she struggled violently, but this struggle was also weak, and on the contrary, the clothes that could only cover her body were pulled away again A little bit, the waist and most of the chest are exposed like a water snake, and there is a weak cry in the voice, just like the sobbing of a kitten, hooked softly in people's hearts, "I don't...I really I just accidentally fell...I didn't mean to..."

Pear blossoms with rain are nothing more than that.

"What are you doing, rich man's bitch." The stout man pouted to express his disdain, but the woman's actions were not ineffective, a fire had already ignited below him, burning blazingly.

He wasn't alone in his behavior.

"I don't know how long I can live, let's have a good time..."

The men exchanged the same opinion with their eyes in the dark, and the few closest people had already reached out to touch it.

In addition to the smell of blood and sweat in the air, there is also some indescribable smell.

This kind of scene didn't just happen in this basement. After being thrown into this temporary dungeon world at noon, 500 people had no time to find other humans to fight, and they were taken away by robots sweeping around in the map. More than 100 people One, the remaining people managed to get away from the hunt and gathered in a few places that would not be scanned by the robots, and began to vent round after round without repairing.

Man and woman, man and man, woman and woman.

No one knows whether they will survive, and in this case, it is better to enjoy the last moment of life.

Although... this kind of enjoyment is also full of the black air of dying.

There is a place named Tianluo Prison Gate, which is the place where people want to fall.

The 500 people who were forced to participate in today's dungeon were eliminated in the Tianluo Prison Gate. Otherwise, the bottom part of the ants would not be eligible to be relegated to participate in this resurrection match.

500 people sink in the killing, and the dungeon will not be terminated until only one survivor is produced.

No food, no supplies, no weapons.

The only standard configuration, the watch that acts as the ear throat of the system, on the frosted screen, it shows 【Existing number: 379/1】

But there are 380 active in the ruined city.

***

The man put his hands on the ground blankly and sat up.

I feel weak all over, as if my body is not my own. I obviously opened my eyes, but all I can see in my sight are the flickering black spots, covering everything, my ears are full of buzzing, and the smell of blood is full, maybe it is the air The blood in the nasal cavity is still not drained.Even if he can't see his current appearance, he can be sure that he is absolutely miserable.However, as long as he is alive, it is good. Unexpectedly, did the lord send him to rescue in the end?

His heart was originally filled with desperate rocks, with infinite darkness, but when he thought of not being given up by the lord, the news was like a shovel, and he dug a path in the hard rock in an instant, so that the spring of joy gushed out impatiently .

A force suddenly surged from his tired body, allowing him to loosen his hands behind his back enough to sit up with only the strength of his waist.

Since he is still alive, the Saixilu line of defense must not have been lost. Of course, what a noble leader His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is, why would he let the evil barbarians drive straight into the hinterland of the empire for the so-called most honorable throne?Cross star above, he actually once speculated His Highness so darkly, I am really sorry for His Highness's trust in him.

When you see His Highness, you must apologize to His Highness.

Having made such a decision in his heart, the man finally woke up from the dizziness like deprivation of oxygen, enough to see clearly... in front of him?

Why is my vision so blurry?The entire field of vision was covered with a layer of scarlet, did blood flow into the eyes?However, when he was finally besieged by the three high-level barbarian fighters and ten middle-level fighters, it seemed that his eyeballs were not injured?

And...if he was rescued by reinforcements, why is there no one around him to take care of him?not enough people?But there was no rush of footsteps and shouts from priests and apprentices, or the yelling of other sick people.Except for some weird, rhythmic, inexplicable series of footsteps.

Neat... Like a patrol, more than a dozen people, with heavy steps, everyone should be wearing heavy armor.

Along with the footsteps, there is also a sense of danger that makes the hair on the man's back stand on end.

Subconsciously, he just lay down and rolled.

But as soon as his body softened and turned halfway slightly, he lost the strength to continue.

The whole body was in numbness and clear pain, and found that the man who had miscalculated his strength did not make a sound, but if he encountered an enemy, the little movement just now was enough to attract their attention.

The fact is also as he thought.

Several bright red sagittal light beams concentrated on him through all kinds of indistinct fog, swept over his body, passed over his eyeballs, and kept moving, so that he intuitively felt a sense of lifeless being probed— ——Just like when he followed the lord to fight against the evil witch, he felt the peeping of those lifeless puppets manipulated by the witch.

The bright red beams also look a lot like the Witch's wicked magic trick.

Cross star above, could it be that the witches and the barbarians joined forces?

The intuition of the man who has always been good and not bad tells him clearly that the other party has a weapon that can kill him with a single blow.

He quietly pretended that he didn't exist, but his entire body was exposed to the other party's sight. He was just deceiving himself and others if he wanted to hide it. He said that under such a docile surface of not resisting, he was also secretly accumulating strength in order to launch an attack. Or... run away.

The situation is unknown, life-saving is the priority.

To his surprise, those light beams left one after another at the end. With the sound of footsteps, a light beam left, and the footsteps of four people sounded at the same time.

It is possible that a person has eight legs.

He was completely cold, but he calmly waited for the last beam of light to leave.

***

The current situation seems to be different from what he thought.

When he stood up, he groped for a magic device on the ground—the kind that witches often carry, fixed with metal, covering the crystal plates in front of both eyes, it is said that people can see farther—because Some nobles also use it. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince once explained to him that this kind of magic tool is not an evil thing. At that time, his rebuttal caused him to be punished by His Highness and locked up in the basement for a week.Now...he can only pray to the God of Holy Light, this is really not something that will cause people to fall.

Unbelievably, after fixing it on the bridge of the nose like those nobles, the vision becomes much clearer.

Not as good as he had before, but enough to see his surroundings.

The alley, the faint light, the wall and ground materials have never been seen before, such a large piece of gray stone actually exists?The giant buildings on both sides of the alley were so tall that it made people feel frightened, but none of them were more frightening to the man than himself.

What is held up in front of your eyes is a pair of pampered hands.

Weakness, no muscles, and no calluses. Although there are serious abrasions on the palms, the dried blood and damp dust can't cover up the overly white color.

Not so with his hands.

He still remembers that in the past, his family was poor. At the age of six, he was severed by his parents and sent to the Arctic Temple. He started as a cleaning boy servant. At the age of eight, he was selected as a knight servant, and a low-ranking knight from the temple took care of him. Horse, until he was 12 years old, was selected into the knight training camp because of his hard work.The days of the training camp were more difficult than before, day after day of training, the spear never left the hand.

Until he stood out with his excellent spear skills and accidentally saved His Highness the Crown Prince from an assassin in the wild. Afterwards, he took the life of his lord, and His Highness the Crown Prince ordered him to be transferred from the Arctic Temple Department to the Royal Knights. Life is a little more leisurely.

But he did not give up training because of this.

The crown prince named him, lou, road, invincible.

Lu's record also repaid the crown prince's expectations. He basically never failed. The youngest high-ranking knight's combat skills were so outstanding that the only holy master in the empire praised him, calling him the most promising young man in a hundred years to break through the holy rank. generation.

Maybe there is a role of talent, but this record is also the result of Lu's unremitting efforts.

His hands should have thick joints, full of thick calluses from often holding a spear, and scars left in battle.

Absolutely not like a woman's hand, pale and thin like a piece of paper.

The author has something to say:

Returning from practice... Nineteen feels that my taste has become a lot heavier

Is this still the nineteenth who wrote 35 words but only had one kiss?

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