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

An A-Class floating ship drifted across the sky, but even the A-Class could not detect any anomalies on the ground.


In the darkness of the bunker, everyone silently waited.


Zard suddenly asked, "Boss, didn't you and Yangyang shoot down a plane together? Why don't you both go up and shoot it down?"


Sun Chu Ci yelped, "Who hit the back of my head?"


Zard: "Hehe, I changed positions, clever, right?"


Yangyang explained, "I was only in charge of tossing Qing Chen around in the sky, the plane was taken down by Qing Chen himself."


Qing Chen: "Can you guys cut it out? How can you chat on the same frequency as Zard? Haven't you been behaving well these last few days? Why suddenly start talking nonsense, there are kids here!"


Yangyang muttered, "Isn't it because Brother Shadow is sleeping."


In this small bunker, no one could see anyone, allowing for a brief moment of respite.


638, Faceless Army 2