Author: Oilinstor

In a building not far from the Special Defense Command Headquarters, elites from various barracks of different cities in Haven Resk have already gathered. Several conference rooms are holding task assignment meetings simultaneously. The new liaison officer next to the General walked with her gaze leveled, stepping past doors that were either half-open or tightly…

“Do we still have any binoculars?” Zhang Yu, back by the fire, patted a man on the back and led him aside into the corridor to ask in a low voice. “What do you need that thing for at this hour? It’s pitch black out here.“ Zhang Yu lowered his head in thought, then lifted…

The wind poured in from the end of the street, howling along the stone pavement, whipping up newspapers, dust, and scattered dead leaves. The women held fast to their hat brims, and the men pulled up the collars of their coats. “Damn it! The fire’s all been blown out! “ _”Darling! The carriage’s canvas was…

Edgar Jin Christie felt a rising, sorrowful absurdity. Yet it was also a helpless despair within a hopeless world. His homeland—the legendary apocalyptic demon passed down through the ages, the metallic underground creation that consumed life and blood, the unknown entity that plunged the world into a century of panic and sorrow. It was, in…

“Carried away… the flesh and blood of the dead? “ As the stubbly, burly man narrated, the others also looked at the stone tablets, trying to read the document of which they could barely understand half the words. With this, some of the ancient tales about this place were also unveiled. “The inscription records that…

At the tunnel entrance the train was traveling through, the pursuing iron vines came to a halt at the opening. The few, having somewhat nervously retracted their gazes, turned their attention back to the orange faces within the metal grid before them. “It seems, can we go outside first? “ Though it was a question,…

The radiance ahead blazed intensely. Inside the sunken gray-orange crystal formation, heat gathered like glowing magma in a lava lamp, gushing and roaring forth. A phantom-like freight train engine emerged from the perfect hexagon gleaming at Yang Zicang’s chest, shot up, and banked skyward with a whoosh. Within the cavernous rock layer encasing this strange,…

The train transformed into a black shadow, crashing soundly into a crumbling illusory vision. On both sides, the platforms swiftly swept past the people inside, receding behind them. As silhouettes of city outlines rippled and passed by, isolated figures following in their wake were soon lost without a trace. Within a minute, those inside the…

Human figures, each much taller than the Phoenix-Perching Tree, surrounded it on the ground. They watched the phoenix firework that had returned from underground. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, stirring distant memories, and the Phoenix-Perching Tree, jolted awake, turned to scan the room behind it. Several figures rushed from beside the room, standing at…

The matter of suggesting the evacuation of personnel in other airships was passed on by the two people beside them, who had heard the news, climbing up the rope ladder to relay the message. However, neither those who went up nor those present really understood the situation. Beside the hanging rope ladder, a man in…