Decades ago.

“……もう一度だけでいい奇迹起きてよ【再一次就好,发生奇迹吧】……过去になくした记忆のぺ—ジを取り戾どすちからを【请给我夺回过去的记忆之页的力量】……”一个义体人一边哼唱着这首不知名的歌曲,一边在甬道的拐角上刻着什么.

"Dark penetrates the heart [the heart that firmly believes can penetrate the darkness]...Soul sleeping place to explore [find the place where the soul sleeps]..."

"Ahem..." The man on the side couldn't help but interrupt, "What kind of song is this? The lyrics are too unlucky."

Xiangshan scratched his head: "To be honest, I can't remember it clearly, after all, my memory is not complete... But my wife is a nostalgic chef, and I just remember it passively."

"Your wife?"

"Ah, my wife can't be wrong from the above." Xiangshan nodded, very confident.

The man sighed: "Are you sure you really...tsk, if Wu Zu Xiangshan had this virtue, how did he cause great changes in the old world?"

"The right time, place, and people." Xiangshan replied.

"Really, leave me some longing for the old world..."

"I will forget it anyway." Xiangshan shrugged, "And I am indeed building a tomb for myself. This is the literal 'Soul Sleeping Place' [Soul Sleeping Place]"

"It sounds like looking for a place of death."

Xiangshan pointed his forehead: "I remember... the story corresponding to this song seems to be like this."

"That sounds really a tragedy." The man shook his head.

"No, intuition tells me that it should be a story full of hope. The dead are sleeping forever, and the living are moving forward." Xiangshan stood up from above the rock wall, "Well, that's basically fine, there are only two points left to do. Man, where are you?"

"Me? No problem. I made sure that my companions had been cleared. Now I have fully suppressed the activity of the hippocampus. As long as the memory file is deleted, no one will remember this. Everyone remembers that the E3~E6 section is an abandoned area with no veins and some ordinary traps."

Xiangshan said: "Brother, how are you doing internal strength? Can you do such a fine operation?"

The man lowered his head: "Maybe there will be a strong impression. I will remember a little bit. Of course, the enemy cannot obtain information based on this vague impression."

"Under the existing technology," Xiangshan emphasized, "You will be judged by inexplicable emotional interference."

"Don't worry," the man said.

Nodded to the mountain and walked upwards.

The man suddenly said, "Hey..."

"Um?"

“Is it really necessary to do this?”

"Xiangshan has died at least seven times. Why didn't he die for the eighth time?" Xiangshan said, "Be prepared for any trouble."

"So have other... other martial gods left something?"

Xiangshan shook his head: "Probably not."

"Why?"

"You can't say it, you can't say it." Xiangshan shook his head.

The man finally hesitated: "I hope you can win... Xiangshan. Not as one of the 'war gods', but as the 'last winner'."

"Well, the first time I called me Xiangshan is a good sign." Xiangshan nodded, "Every Xiangshan hopes that he will become a winner. Every loss means that the power that represents progress is consumed once. No one wants to lose. However, this is indeed not something that you can decide. The only thing that is fortunate is that... Even if I die now, I will not have any setbacks in the confidence of human resistance."

"Hello."

"I can only say that I try to win." Xiangshan made a gesture, and the man didn't know what it meant. It should be a kind of old-fashioned culture.

"To win." The man did not continue to follow the mountain, but turned around.

He pressed his fingers on him and made a hint to himself, activated his internal strength, and shattered the memory file.

He will soon forget what is here.

Keep walking forward towards the mountain.

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About eighty years have passed. The man is already old.

The old man stumbled forward.

A sense of guilt bit his heart. He abandoned a fellow traveler in his position. He ran away.

But he still wants to survive.

For some reason, he just wanted to survive.

No……

The old man actually vaguely knew it.

Decades ago...

It should be a few years earlier than the eighth God of War.

During that period, many memories were blurred.

Not only that, the records in the Zhudilong community are also very vague. Although the historical information recorded on the surface is very detailed, the elderly who have managed this community for decades know that there are too many "blanks" in it - only those who know this Zhudilong community can delete and modify it to this extent.

Even every elderly person over a hundred years old has this phenomenon.

The old man also secretly investigated in the community, but could not find any clues about the existence of traitors.

Moreover, the government basically won’t train any traitors in the Dingdilong community. This stronghold that provides radioactive element support for knights is discovered and destroyed.

So, there is only one answer. This is his own move.

He deleted his memories himself and modified the community's historical records himself.

After realizing this, the old man stopped his actions. He no longer investigated secretly or searched.

Since it was forgotten by oneself, it means that "forgot this matter" itself is very important.

However, he still left a little impression in his heart.

Only a little bit.

That was something that "a friend" entrusted.

I don't remember who that friend is.

I don't remember what I entrust.

Of course, of course, the old man suspected Xiangshan, the eighth God of War.

But there is no evidence to prove this.

In his memory, the Eighth God of War was just an ordinary knight who came to book the radioactive elements, and they only had a few words of friendship.

It was even after the other party was executed that I realized that the young warrior who often came to help me was the seventh rebirth of the Wu Zu Xiangshan.

Although I don’t know what the “mission” is.

but……

"If it's not necessary..." the old man whispered, "I really want to stay until the last moment."

The old man's body drilled out of the dark and narrow cave.

Then, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

A data cable that was winding forward like a centipede was already swimming in front of me. The head, which was a bit like a sweeping robot, was already swinging.

The old man made a quick decision and smashed it hard with the long staff in his hand.

No matter how much his prosthesis is reduced, it is also a humanoid body with multiple functions. After entering an overly narrow space, he may be tied up by such a linear robot. He dare not continue to move forward before he finishes the robot.

The cane looks slim, but it is filled with nanometal particles, and the center of gravity can be adjusted at will, just like a heavy warhammer. The old man smashed the head of the data cable into waste parts at once.

The data line shrinks for a moment, and then a more powerful current is transmitted from the other end. It stands up like a cobra, in the space, and the rear part also forms a certain topologically extremely reasonable kink shape, covering it like a net of heaven and earth.

The old man poked out his long staff and pointed it on the data line several times like a spear. Each time the data line curled up like a stress reaction. Within a few strokes, the topological formation of the data line was moduleed. The old man pulled out a knife and cut the thing into ten pieces.

Then, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance.

The old man once again got into a small cave.

But in the darkness of the cave, other sounds that should not have appeared.

It's a drone again. It's just that insect type.

The old man prayed that the drones did not carry micro high explosives. The rangers did not care about the overall structure of the cave at all, and used explosives to open the way at will. Many cracks were created in the area where there were no cracks. Perhaps the small explosives could cause Dongxu to collapse.

Other sounds came from the cave, which were the voices of companions, some kind of ciphertext.

The Earth-Dragon does not lay communication lines. On the one hand, the resources are limited, and on the other hand, it is to avoid being touched by people to kill the door. And in the well-connected corridor, this sound can be spread far.

But this is not good news.

The signal of "decisive death" came from all directions. The old man seemed to feel that his companions were attacked from all directions.

The old man sighed again.

Judging from the insect drones, he was bitten.

The government hawks who came this time were indeed terrifying. Their military power was high enough.
To be continued...