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

The originally white lights were extinguished in an instant, and then the backup power started, illuminating the entire interior of the ship with red warning lights.


"No feedback from the engine room, engine room damaged."


The soldiers shouted: "Fasten your seatbelts and prepare for a crash landing!"


Jindai Yunhe stood in a daze for two seconds, but it was too late for anything!


A rumbling sound came as the Depth Ship crashed into the wilderness plains, the massive impact sending soil flying like waves, breaking the gigantic hull into two pieces.


Qing Chen and Yang Yang landed beside it, where 90% of the soldiers inside died instantly, the remaining 10% survived by sheer luck.


They struggled to undo their seatbelts, grabbed their weapons, enduring excruciating pain in their organs, intending to ambush within the ship.


584. This journey is completed_2.