Doomsday Wonderland

What is the so-called "mother king"?

The two stood on the **** and had not moved for a few seconds. When the fog gradually opened, the hurricane that had not completely dissipated over the nose, and the light sky was dyed with a duck egg blue. In the distant depression, the shadow of a hill is covered with a confusing, gray color, like countless small patches.

"I...what have we seen in the past?" Lin San wine whispered, his eyes never left the hill.

It stands silently in her field of vision, like a hometown in memory. It makes people’s eyes a little bit sour, wanting to kneel at its feet and telling each of them that they are away from home. Story.

This feeling is obviously not unique to her.

Spartan licked his lips, probably fighting another will in the body, but his eyes were filled with a green water, like a lake blown by the wind in the forest. He didn't answer for a while, and it took a while to finally mute his voice: "...I think we should look at the situation in the past, but I just couldn't believe my judgment and repeatedly struggled with this idea several times. ""

"Me too... what do you think now?"

"I still think we should go." Spartan glanced at her, and the skylight reflected into his emerald pupil, showing a translucent light green: "Unless you have a better idea?"

She did not.

Looking for Meme without aim is just a waste of time; since the source of all this is in front of us, what reason is not going to pass?

Whether this idea was made after her thoughts, or did she pretend she had thought about it and gave herself an excuse to approach the hill – she didn’t know.

Even if Lin Sanshui couldn’t hear the teacher’s reply, she simply told her a sentence and went down the **** with Spartan. The two passed through a dead body on the ground, trying not to let themselves step into the mud-like carrion; in the increasingly rich smell, they struggled a little closer to the bottom of the depression.

On this road, they did not see the shadow of Mihm.

I don't know how long it took, the land is no longer tilting downwards, and it is flattened to the far side. When they came to this behemoth not far away, the stench of the air was already as thick as the essence, slowly flowing into the nose and trachea, and the middle man wanted to vomit.

The two looked up in a blue and white, and the body trembled a little, and no one spoke for a while. After they finally restrained the impulse to rush, Spartan glanced at her and almost never opened his lips: "...this is not easy."

With a mouth, I felt the taste of the dead body on the tongue. In the same way, Lin Sanjiu replied slightly with a slight opening of the lips: "I didn't expect it, I thought it would be the mother."

After all, she couldn’t help but look up again.

On the "hill" in front of the two people, a pair of black soles covered with dust were stretched out, which looked like a cluster of black mushrooms drilled on the hillside. Countless feet spread all the way until they reached the end of the hill, and they sneaked into the legs of the dead bodies. These pre-life must have been thrown in the same position, all the heads and feet are facing the same Direction; a corpse squeezed together, even the shape is indistinguishable, only the clothes of different colors on them, you can see a vague approximation.

Under the corpse mountain, the back of the squat is more dense, and between the human body and the human body, it is impossible to squeeze one hand.

The two had to endure the nausea, turning the bodies in front of the calf one by one, and it was a hollowing out of a passage - so many bodies were piled here for at least ten years, once turned, dust, rags, The black floc, the broken bones, and the smudges that were not named, all plunged into the air. When the second snoring, and finally walked to the foot of the corpse, Lin Sanjiu bowed his head and found that his boots were wrapped in a black hair of the dead, and when he was in the eyes of the scorpion, he snorted.

"From the perspective of the degree of corruption of the body, the person in the corpse should be the first to come to Shambhala."

With the palm of his hand, Spartan’s voice sounded dull: “A group of people, like us, couldn’t help but want to fall here... until it’s really hard to squeeze, later people Just wrap it around the circle and lie on the ground."

"Under the corpse..." Lin Sanjiu whispered as he imagined the original scene. "Is it the mother king?"

"Yes, I think I should live in the same underground as the black things. Just look at the people who are attracted, and they will put their faces on the ground... so that they can get into the face directly."

"So Mihm..."

"I don't know where he is," Spartan seemed to have such an anxious moment. She didn't wait for her to finish saying: "And he is an intern, there is no contact."

After his voice fell, the two men silently silenced. They knew from each other that after a long time, there was still no sound, and the possibility that the boy would survive was not great.

"He tried to save us," Lin Sanjiu said only half a sentence, and the throat seemed to be blocked. She realized that she was not at all saddened by the boy, only a slight sentimentality. It seems that I just just said goodbye to a friend.

After a long while, Spartan wiped his face and hoarse voice: "Let's go see this mother."

Struggling for so many years in the last days, more and more unbelievable deaths than Mihm, they do not know how much they saw. Losing is already the norm; all the gratitude, love, and embarrassment that have not been done for the deceased will be vacant and faint, and eventually dusted with that name.

Every time I send a life, it is like a death of myself.

Lin Sanjiu called out [Tornado Whip], and measured the size and weight of the corpse in front of him. He suddenly plunged into the air. With the violent blast of her tears, she rushed to the corpse, and there was a single [portable cannonball] that Spartan pulled out. When they rushed into the air, they provoked several blue lights, like in the air. Hardly created a channel; in the blink of an eye, the shells blasted into a huge hollow in the corpse.

The ground trembled, and the corpse was like an electric power. It constantly shakes off a corpse and turns it into a powder in midair. The human body in the distance can’t maintain its balance, and the bones are rolling downhill. The surrounding slopes are buried in the dust of the sky.

"look!"

In the sharp whirlwind, Spartan's voice was also swayed: "There is a hole in the corpse!"

As he spoke, more corpses swooped down and refilled the flashing hole in a blink of an eye. Lin Sanjiu immediately stopped the whip, and when the wind gradually stopped, the foot rushed to the sea of ​​the wolf.

They waded in the middle of a garbage-like corpse, and hurriedly cleared the land where the hole had just appeared. All the bodies have no face, only half an empty ball like an empty head, it feels less like a human. A truncated wreck of the twisted fracture blocked the downward hole. When the two men re-excavated the hole, even Spartan looked like a rare wolf.

"I haven't asked you all the time," Spartan sighed lowly as the two looked at the black and faint hole in the ground. "What kind of dream did you experience? You brought it out of the script." Things have brought us here, indicating that it has something to do with your dreams."

"I don't want to recall it," Lin Sanji answered hard.

Although she had washed the peanut town in her dreams, the realism was no different from the fact that she actually slaughtered a town. She even vividly felt the warmth and convulsions of the town's body – but let her The unwillingness to recall the dream is not the realism of the massacre, but her indifference to the massacre.

The feeling in the dream should have been stronger than in reality.

After a few seconds, she felt that her tone was not good, and added another sentence: "If you really want to say something, I have a dream... there is a mountain, and it looks like this."

Spartan nodded and did not ask. When he turned the pair of green eyes, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a feeling: he was a person who could quickly cut off contact with others.

"The hole is too small, we can't drill in." He said, while taking a shot on his wrist - a projection immediately jumped into the air, densely floating up to introduce the graphics and text of each item. "You are also looking for it. Is there something that can dig holes, and it is not too big?"

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and found that he really had one - although the hole was not its own.

When the painter was called out, Spartan and he looked the same.

"You don't draw the circle of the hole," Lin San wine squatted on the ground, and Bibi said: "Do you understand? I want the soil of this hole to fill your painting, so it is big enough. If you don't I will draw, just kneel down and dig holes for me."

In the end, the painting that was covered with dead bodies and miserable shades was like hell, which opened a gap. Even in the darkest aesthetic standards, there is no beauty. In the previous paintings, Lin Sanjiu did not know how the artist handled it, but this time, the artist rolled the canvas into her.

"A very smart special item," Spartan smiled awkwardly after Mem disappeared. "are you ready?"

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