The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

In the wilderness, the speed of the two war machines increased more and more.


The mounds and ravines of the land could not slow their movements in the slightest.


In Qing Chen's ears, the sound of the precise mechanical parts interlocking grew louder and louder.


The youth kept pulling the trigger, not to hit the other side, but to hope that the enemy would slow down a bit while dodging the trajectory, buying him some time.


The old man silently watched on the side, suddenly finding the boy quite interesting.


Everyone actually knew that if nobody came to their aid, their only outcome would be to be caught by the two war machines and then effortlessly killed.


These were the Jindai family's most expensive Tiger-Type 01 war machines, comparable to a B-Class Genetic Warrior.


Among the people in their vehicle, Li Ke and Hu Xiaoniu were ordinary people, Qing Chen had just reached the D-class peak, and the old man was as weak as a chicken.


In this situation, nobody could survive.


Friendship and Clan