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

It was clearly a gun, yet it was used like a hand cannon right before their eyes!


The exoskeleton armor on the soldiers shattered into pieces amidst the battle.


At this moment, the airship above the firmament suddenly turned around, and the soldiers originally scattered across the wilderness began approaching Qing Chen and the others in an orderly manner like a swarm of bees.


Qing Chen had just finished off the first squad when the second and third squads appeared.


Zard was moving underground, continuously providing cover for Qing Chen with moving sand walls while personally dragging soldiers into the ground. The little sapling on top of his head roamed around the mountains and occasionally had to dodge rocks beneath the soil.


The gathering soldiers became more numerous, as if the whole world was their enemy. At one moment, Qing Chen looked at the big tree not far away and almost thought it was an enemy too.


638, Faceless Army 3