Kasia had no time to measure, and when he woke up, he found that he was no longer lying on the metal table in the laboratory. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Around him was a scorched earth ravaged by flames, the heat of the flames had turned all the gravel on the ground into glass-like glass, and only the black ash on the ground and the charred stumps could show that it had once been inhabited.

The wind was still blowing, cool but not losing its warmth, and there was occasionally a soft and delicate rain in the air.

It was obviously a spring climate, but there was not a trace of life throbbing on the surrounding black earth. Even the most tenacious seeds were completely turned to ashes by the flames, and then they were carried by the gale.

He didn't know where it was, so he could only walk far, far away in one direction with his head shut. The surrounding pitch-black scorched earth was disappearing little by little, and the bare upper body was completely wet by the drizzle, and by sucking the water droplets condensed from the arms, the throat that seemed to be as thirsty as a desert finally gave some fire.

"Where is this?" the voice kept echoing around him. The surrounding area is obviously an extremely wide plain-like field, so vast that you can't even see the edge, only the black and blue lines that gradually intersect with the sky, but the sound can echo here.

Still no answer. Why don't you have answers to your own questions? Kasia was a little irritable, her throat was even more thirsty, and the droplets of water that were gradually gathering on her arms were not enough for her needs.

I needed to find a source of water, in this scorching scorched earth that seemed like nothing was possible. Kasia wanted to find a vantage point to increase her vision. When he awoke, he saw a blurred black shadow in the distance, but after walking for a long time, the distance between the two seemed to be still in a state of parallelism.

"Shouldn't I be lying on a metal table?" the boy's lips were chapped open and filled with bright red flesh, but it seemed difficult to tell if there was blood or not in the desert-like body.

"Shouldn't I have some surgery?"

"Am I not supposed to be in the underground laboratory of the biology building of the military school?"

"How did I end up here?"

Kasia had a lot of questions in his mind, but there wasn't a single living thing around him to answer them. There was only the wind that was blowing all the time, and the drizzle that came and went.

The rain was sweet. He did not forget to comment that the rain in spring does have a different taste, which is the taste of life.

It didn't seem to be night or day, and the sky had always been like a burning flame, bright red and pitch black obscured by black smoke, which were stretched into a long ribbon over it.

The red color of the sky is really too vivid, as if their fuel is scarlet blood, which is constantly flowing and in supply, otherwise how can such a boundless thing as the sky be ignited and burn violently.

The ground had turned back to black, scorched earth, and there was no life in this area. Kasia looked at the wet black ash beneath her feet, her white shoes already stained with a new layer of clothing. He walked past a shattered glass-like scorch mark on the ground that had been burned by the flamethrow, a shocking mark that could even feel the temperature of the flames at that time.

I don't know how long I walked, but Kasia gradually felt that she had no strength in her body. His footsteps began to shake, and the next step he fell to the ground, immediately stained with a black color like thirsty blood, and a huge shadow enveloped him the moment he fell.

When he looked up, the vague shadow in the distance was already standing in front of him.

It was a battleship that had broken in the middle, its wreckage was so large that the bright red light of the sky was temporarily blocked by it. This is a mountain of steel poured, the black shell has undergone I don't know how many years of natural erosion, and the huge gears, axles, intact projectiles, and broken bodies scattered around it have been covered with red rust.

They only stood quietly on this black scorched earth now, without the language of life, only the mournful sound of the wind blowing on it.

Kasia struggled to his feet, and he walked around the wreckage. He saw a shocking wound in the center of the battleship, most of the alloy on the wound in the shape of lava condensing at a temperature. Due to the scorching temperature, most of the main body of the battleship was melted into liquid metal, and then the part that was barely connected underneath could not withstand the tremendous pressure, and broke with a bang, and finally fell on the scorched earth. What kind of flame should that look like to have the power to melt such a huge battleship into molten iron?

There was no one around to answer.

Continuing forward, not far away was a cannon barrel that had been scattered by the force of the impact. The caliber surpassed Kasia's height, and the rusty death spiral inside no longer smelled sharp, but the invisible darkness in the depths still seemed to show that it was still a steel dragon that could breathe fire.

Bypassing the barrel more than ten meters long, there was a unique sound of steam parts in front of it, which was the neighing sound of a broken air valve.

Cassia's face showed surprise, it turned out that there were other voices in this world.

The familiar white column of steam appeared in her pupils, and Kasia smiled rarely, crying with joy, but there was no water needed for tears. Chapped lips ach from the muscle movement of the smile on his face.

The steam column was also lingering, but this did not prevent the large amount of water vapor it carried.

It was an arm-thick hose with a crack in the bottom valve that had been eroded by rust, and steam was gushing out of it. At the other end of the hose was a complicated machine, and the gears and shafts were scattered all over the ground, but the sound of the steam gushing could still be heard as the slight gear turning, and the machine was still moaning and moaning for the last time, just like the steam.

Kasia took off her wet pants and used them to cover the gap in the gas valve to collect moisture from the steam. After repeating it several times, I finally felt the traces of fluid flowing in my body, and my thirsty throat no longer burned.

He finally had the energy to look back at the machines that were ringing around him. The gear pile has been eroded by nature, and the red rust stains stain the surrounding land. There was a pitch-black card in the corner, which was a passcode, and the style was not much different from the current passcode.

Kasia picked up the code cards, but naturally didn't leave any traces of them on them. Although the card has lost its original luster, the gears that are still intact inside indicate that it is still working. There was a card slot next to it, and Kasia judged that the steam hose was connected to a molecule from the battleship's analyzer.

The passcode card was easily swallowed up by the broken analyzer, and then the sound of the gears snapping inside increased a little, but after waiting for a while, nothing changed around it. It was originally a boring act, and Kasia would not have the luxury of expecting that the battleship that had become a wreck would miraculously fly again, and the lack of change around it was the most normal result. Resting enough, and feeling that he already had some strength in his body, he was ready to take another look at the wreckage of the battleship so that he could find a suitable path for the next climb.

Then, as soon as he got up, he heard the characteristic electronic sound of the radio machine.

"Hello, human friend. A few words came out of the analyticer, and the voice was like this world with a flaming sky, lifeless, powerless, only gasping like Kasia, like a steam valve.