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

So, Capri didn't want to rashly approach; he wanted to wait for the Bass to arrive and rendezvous.


On the cargo ship and the Radiant Trumpet, there were already over a hundred people hiding behind various covers, all pointing their guns at the Arctic.


On the deck of the Arctic, Qing Chen looked at Chilton, "Aren't you afraid I'll shoot you first?"


Chilton forced a smile, "Now you're about to be surrounded, it's not a matter of me uniting with you, but you needing to join us. Release this shackle that binds us, and we can fight side by side with you."


Qing Chen looked at Yangyang, who said with a smile, "A fierce tiger doesn't need to band with the sheep."


Sheep flock together, yet the fierce tiger walks alone.


These words were written by Qing Chen on the wall beside his bed, and now, as Yangyang said these words on the eve of the approaching storm, they suddenly inspired an indescribable exhilaration.


Zhang Jian hid inside the cabin and shouted, "Do you need any help?"


411, The Coming of the Country of God_3