Break Through the Steam Game Library

All the way to the bottom of the abyss, where all the remains of the vessel mask are thick paved.

The white mask has been stained with gray and black dirt, and is extremely fragile due to the corrosion of void.

Stepping on the wreckage is the same as stepping on the bone sea.

Disturbed by outsiders, black matter came out of the wreckage, swirling and forming shadows in the air.

They are like little knights, but they are dark all over, and their head masks are similar in shape.

They are the shadows of dead containers.

Failure of the container, the body fell into the abyss, the soul into the void, into the unwilling ghost.

Although they are dead, they are still unable to speak because they are not endowed with the ability of language. Lu Zhengkang can feel their malice.

These ghosts can't be eliminated completely, and Lu Zhengkang doesn't want to pester more.

There are two passages at the bottom of the abyss, which are in a straight line with the gate at the top of the abyss. Lu Zhengkang finds the passage in the same direction as the gate, avoids ghosts and enters it.

It's a dark place that can't be melted. The light of the light fly lantern can't go far. You can only see strange sculptures and falling plants in the dark.

Crazy, dull, bitter, the air here makes people breathe hard, and even simply in it will feel very unhappy.

Lu Zhengkang is down-to-earth and moves forward carefully. When he comes to a black pool, the black water in the pool is calm and completely dead. But before Lu Zhengkang comes to the pool, the pool water surges up wildly, stretching out dense black tentacles and waving wildly, blocking the top of the pool water.

These are the void tendrils that the little Knight paid special attention to.

Lu Zhengkang flew high. Fortunately, the pool was not big and the tendrils had not extended too long. Lu Zhengkang flew low near the cave top.

The road ahead is completely blocked. Fortunately, the terrain here is complex and there is always a way to go.

All the way down to an empty cave.

In the dark, a towering building looms out of its extraordinary posture. Strong light falls from the top of the building to form a huge light cone, covering the front.

Lu Zhengkang knew that this was a lighthouse to suppress void tendrils. The little knight had been here and had turned on the lighthouse. He didn't need to turn on the light.

The outer wall of the lighthouse is like palm bark. Large stone slabs like scales are stacked layer upon layer. There are eye-shaped patterns on the stone slabs. Countless stone slabs and eyes are staring at all directions. They are evil and wild.

The light of the lighthouse is projected on a huge lake of void, and the light cone paves an elliptical light path. The darkness of void is suppressed by the light and can not be rioted.

Lu Zhengkang flies in the light, overlooking the lake.

Is there an unknown secret hidden in the lake? No one can know, because stepping into such a manic void is a dead end.

Lu Zhengkang wants to find the mild void material and accept the baptism.

Come to the other side and continue to go deep into the dark passage.

Twists and turns, all the way to the end.

In a narrow void.

There is a huge beetle corpse, which has been stoned, with a slender arm holding a stone basin, and black water overflowing from the basin.

Lu Zhengkang is standing in front of the water curtain formed by the empty matter which is inclined downward.

Feel the breath of peace.

These void substances are pure, not maliciously polluted, only the nature of void.

Lu Zhengkang floats in front of the basin.

He hesitated, hesitated.

At the end of his life and death, he asked himself, is it necessary to spell like this?

He asked himself the question over and over again.

This is a question that can rise to philosophy, and the answers vary from person to person.

Lu Zhengkang's thinking spread out. He found various reasons to persuade himself to give up the hidden fear in his heart, but he couldn't.

He found that it was only his own fantasy that drove him to this step all the time.

Love of the game, love of life, but this can only be regarded as a kind of inertia.

People are always pushed forward by life and their own heart, and once started, it is not easy to slow down.

Step by step, it's hard to go back, and he doesn't want to go back.

It's impossible for Lu Zhengkang, who doesn't even bother to read the book for the second time, to let him give up the task in front of him.

He mocks himself as a stubborn ordinary man, always has been, and hopes to be in the future.

Jump into the void.

The shadow churned and enveloped his body.

……

Dream world.

Outside the protective layer of the white mask, it is no longer the golden beauty, but a nothingness.

The darkness enveloped Lu Zhengkang's body and his dream.

The protection of the mask seems to be watertight, but the influence of the void penetrates into the interior unconsciously.

Fighters become crazy and disorganized in fighting. This phenomenon is very obvious in low-level fighters and tends to spread to the upper level.Those fighters who could not bear the invisible burden fell down one by one, black tears oozing from their eyes.

They didn't come back to life. They were in the void.

The general consciousness cancels the battle and takes back all the sub consciousness.

The Grand Arena dissipated.

A white sun, suspended in the golden sea of light, covered with a pure white shield, floats and sinks together in the dark.

……

The sea of shadows surges and seeps into the shield.

The white sun falls.

The golden scenery dies out.

The void devours everything.

……

No sound, no picture, no touch, no smell.

Can't talk, can't see, can't touch, can't smell.

I don't know how to go up and down, or how time flows.

The concept of time disappeared completely.

They're all sliding into nothingness.

Nothingness, death.

Fear.

Anxiety, irritability, hatred, pain, regret.

Keep falling.

Keep falling.

No name, no body, no existence, no future.

The heart is hot and glowing, but the potential core is cold.

Thinking a little bit fade, memory has been completely unable to touch.

Quiet, everything is peaceful.

……

Pale king, fetters void, fabricates container.

The original container is perfect in mind and can speak. His heart is very strong, can overcome everything in the dream, but in reality he is too weak.

Radiation is a real existence, not a false dream. A container that can only kill enemies in a dream is a waste.

He was not given a bone nail, he was expelled.

He himself picked up a child's toy bone nail, a wooden bone nail, which he named life terminator.

He dreams all day and defeats his enemies in his dreams.

He longed for the approval of the pale king.

But he could not, could not even get close to, could not see Wang, his father.

His name is zotte.

His presence shames the king and believes that creation does not require mind.

After that, the container has no mouth to open and close freely.

……

Containers are fighting in the abyss.

The dust body of the loser fell from the well wall, crackling and cracking, and the bones piled up.

At all costs.

Creators and creations are madmen.

Until one day, a perfect container appeared.

So powerful, pure mind.

He was taken away by the pale king and carefully cultivated.

The remaining newborn container larvae are expelled from the holy nest.

They want to survive alone in a world full of crisis, and they need to supplement enough nutrition to make their weak body grow up.

They were exiled, not empty knights, but hungry knights.

A group of unintentional ghosts climbing out of hell.