Doomsday Wonderland

"Open the door!"

Mather slammed his fist on the cockpit door of the spaceship, and the sound shocked the pilot. With a thick, blood-stained towel wrapped around his neck, he turned a pale face and said, "Now? But we haven't landed—"

Glancing outside the window, Mather had vaguely heard a few muffled noises like impacts from the city below which was piled high with rocks; it felt as if it was in the direction of Lu Ze and his group. It sounds like a slight impact at high altitude, but what kind of sound and movement will it be on the ground?

"Open the door, or—"

"Understood!" Seeing that Mather seemed to be about to forcefully break through the door, the driver didn't wait for Mather to finish speaking, he tapped the control panel and shouted, "What about my abilities?"

The door had only opened a narrow gap, and the strong wind that came oncoming had blown away his voice. Mather held on to the door with one hand, and half of his body was squeezed out of the spaceship. Under his feet was the empty sky and the towering earth surrounded by stone pillars. Before letting go and jumping off, she yelled without looking back, "Wait an hour!"

In the next second, she fell through the long wind that came to meet her, and fell straight towards the countless stones that were rushed up.

"Rockfall" is the name of a post-apocalyptic model, not just a city.

The model world faithfully presents the mirror image of the original world: towering stone pillars replace skyscrapers, giant stones overwhelm residential apartments—every city, village, and town on the ground is planned in exactly the same size, and the towns formed by huge stones give smashed into powder.

It is said that after the end of the world, in that distant world, the clouds of smoke and dust that settled on the horizon took several years to gradually dissipate and the sun reappeared. As for the people in the cities and towns, they didn't understand what happened until the night suddenly turned into night. No one knows where the boulders fell from, so many people said that maybe they should be called "meteorites".

Gasping for breath, Mather got up on a flat and wide stone platform.

Even the reinforced concrete was smashed and burned by the flames from the impact, but these boulders didn't even have a trace of wear. After falling down, the stones began to grow until they completely replaced human buildings, without missing an inch or corners that couldn't fit; standing up from the human domain was only their first step.

Fortunately, it's just a model here.

Mather didn't need to worry about how he could survive the countless mountain-like boulders that rotated, moved, and collided at irregular times, and he didn't have to worry about what marks were painted on which stone building—every stone was said to have a different effect, Some can produce a small amount of plants and special items, some can turn people into a part of a stone, and some will have an effect after a period of time... There are nearly a thousand icons in total, and I don’t know who survived at first Ordinary people, how can they memorize so many icons and escape from the siege of the boulder.

She climbed down the stone platform, and below her was the sky tens of meters high. Mather's full attention was placed in one direction far away, catching the faint shouts from the wind, the muffled impact, and the footsteps of people running—the personalities had already met Jotense up.

As long as he finds a suitable corner and temporarily hides...Jortans' ability can be washed away by surprise.

"Are you all his personalities?"

That short and fat figure, just like in memory, was standing on the stone road between two towering stone towers, and was blocked by several tall and low figures nearby. Jotense didn't know that Marse from behind was getting closer and closer, and he didn't seem to be afraid at all. He turned his head to look at everyone, and said in admiration: "Everyone is so vivid and different, with different abilities, it's amazing gone."

"How did you know about us?" That cool voice, one could tell it was Feng Qiqi. He stopped right in front of Jotense and asked, "Who told you?"

"You should be the final body, right?" Jotense asked as if he had never heard of it, "How long did it take you to complete?"

"I just admire your tenacity," that sticky voice naturally belonged to Feng Siti; he always seemed to want to make himself intimate with others, and let people know that no matter what he said, it was for the good of others the sound of. "Battle power doesn't matter generally, but it can't stop your spirit, right..."

From his voice, Feng Siti seemed to be squatting on the second floor of the stone tower, talking condescendingly from the window.

"Where's Lu Ze?" Jotans looked around, "Why are you the only four nearby? Where did you hide him?"

Bliss leaned on the stone tower, folded her arms, and didn't say a word. She was the only one who seemed to be condensed with different lights and colors, almost out of tune with the others.

Mo Qi rested his hands on the wooden handle of the shovel, and he could feel his lack of interest from afar. "Just such a poor fighter, why bother to mobilize people," he said, swinging a shovel and shouldering it on his shoulders: "It doesn't matter how he knows, it doesn't matter if he dies."

When Mochi walked towards Jotense, Mather had already turned out from behind a huge boulder where he was hiding; although the two did not say a word, they moved Jotense back and forth, overtly and covertly. Caught on this line—as Mochi's shovel hit the stone road with a "thud", tall black shadows suddenly appeared on both sides of Jotense; two giant morning glory swayed On the long green stalk, it was as if a bell jar opened its mouth wide, pressing down on Jotense one after another.

Anyone at this time, the first reaction is to dodge backwards, and Jotans is no exception. Mercer's pointed armor had already stretched out, ready to meet him; when the squat figure stepped back and jumped into her attack range, her arm cut the wind, and her outstretched fingers tied down together.

When Jotans turned his head, several deep skin folds appeared on the back of his fat neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Mather, as if startled, and by the time he opened his mouth to say anything, it was already too late.

Mather had made many kinds of psychological preparations.

Such a person with a strange background must have more than one way to suppress the bottom of the box, so he dared to approach Lu Ze—after all, one Lu Ze means an unknown number of evolutionaries. She was even prepared to miss this blow, it was best to wash away the opponent's ability.

However, maybe it was because she had murderous intent in her hands when she was provoked; or it was because Jotense hadn't expected that someone would jump out from behind him at all—even Martha didn't expect that a sharp long knife Li Jia pierced into his neck with a "gurgle", and five blood-red spikes emerged from the flesh on the other side.

Jotans kept turning his head halfway, as if he couldn't believe it, his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets, and the blood in his throat gurgled a few times. His life was passing away rapidly, and every time he lost, Mather felt the weight on his armor a little heavier—soon, the only one who supported Jotense was still standing in place, were the five wearing armor. The long armor piercing through his neck.

She pulled her hand back, and the chunky corpse hit the ground with a "bang".

"that's all?"

Mo Qi didn't know when he put away his morning glory and was the first to come up. "Really dead? Didn't it just pretend? We haven't done much yet!"

"12 hasn't arrived yet," Feng Qiqi raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose. "Unexpectedly, it has been resolved."

Bliss in a red fur dress also looks like a red cloud in the sky when she walks; she hangs her head, her long black hair floating in the air. "It's really dead." After checking for a while, she raised her head and said, "It's not disguised with props... But, it's too easy."

"He wasn't very powerful in the first place," said the voice, and Mather realized that there was a little boy sitting behind the stone tower. "I saw it just now. It's so strange to be killed with one move at such a mediocre level."

"Where's Luze?"

Mather glanced at the bleeding corpse on the ground, which was gradually turning pale, and asked.

"I'm here." Accompanied by that sticky voice, Feng Siti came out from behind the door opening of the stone tower.

Lu Ze's originally broad and clear face was twisted into an overly full and greasy smile by Feng Siti, with a line of red gums showing on the top of his teeth, which always made people suspect that he was about to smile from below while smiling. Stretch out your hand, explore and **** where the eyes can't see. "Look, it's me, right? Did you miss me?"

Mather turned his eyes away, resting his eyes on the junction of the distant rock groups, and paused for a while.

When she felt Feng Siti approaching, she lowered her head again and said, "Next time you say that you are Lu Ze, I will tell you that you will never return to this body."

Based on what she knew about Feng Siti, he would definitely pretend to be surprised, but this time when the words fell, Feng Siti remained silent for a moment, unexpectedly there was no reaction.

The rest of the people couldn't help turning their heads to look at him; Mather's eyes swept over the corpse on the ground, the shadow around the corpse, and the toes of Feng Siti stepping on the shadow—finally fell on Lu Ze's face superior.

For a moment, she almost thought that Lu Ze was back.

"What's wrong with you?" Mochi asked.

After a pause, Feng Siti slowly opened the corner of his mouth again. "What's wrong with me? I'm fine."

Mercer averted her eyes again, unwilling to look any further.

How could Lu Ze come back... She couldn't even find Lin Sanjiu now. Jotense, who was originally thought to be hope, turned out to be a conspiracy and an episode; as insignificant as he is, Mather's disappointment at this moment is as great.

Almost without any hope, Mather asked, "Has no one seen Lin Sanjiu?"

Several long-time personalities shook their heads when they heard the words; Mo Qi asked, "Who is Lin Sanjiu?"

"This man," Mather took out the rolled portrait from his pocket, unfolded it and said, "Maybe no one has told you..."

Mochi's eyes widened.