It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

It was already dark and night fell on the ground. Mute still could not find the trace of Major General Troll. This ruin is really too big. There are broken bricks and abandoned metal pillars everywhere. The reinforced concrete is corroded badly, and it is very broken.

But what makes people feel weird is that this ruin is full of scrap steel or hard rock that I don't know. It stands to reason that it should have been abandoned for a long time. If it is based on the vigorous vitality of the plants on this planet, it should have been overgrown with bushes all over the place. However, there is no greenness in this ruin, as if there is an invisible force that repels the plants. There are no traces of moss on the alloy residue wall closest to the outside. It is said to be the most tenacious weed. Failed to break through the invisible barrier surrounding this ruin. As for the various monsters living in the forest, there is no trace at all.

The ruin was as silent as repelling any living creature to enter.

It was empty here, and at this moment I could only hear the breathing of the teenager himself.

The teenager walked forward step by step, he did not notice that there was a dark shadow behind him sneaking at him by the cover of night.

The shadow was getting closer and closer to him, and quietly approached him, but he knew nothing.

Suddenly, the thick clouds above the night sky dispersed, and the starlight suddenly shone. Mute saw the shadow cast by him under the faint starlight, and another strange shadow behind him.

The wind came from behind, almost instinctively, and Mutter fluttered forward, a very thick stick whistling past where his head was just now.

A tumbling boy turned up and sat up, squatting on the ground before he could stand up, grasping the right hand of the dagger and putting it in front of him.

He was attacked by a sturdy man with a thick metal rod clasped in his hands, staring at him in the darkness, showing greedy and brutal light.

Mute slowly stood up, clenched the dagger in his hand, and faced the big man.

He pursed his lips and tried to keep his face expressionless without showing any cowardice. Fortunately, it was night, and his look was not very clear in the night.

He didn't speak. If the man he met at the beginning was telling the truth, then this mighty man is also one of the criminals exiled to the planet. If he asks now, he will tell him Nothing is known here. Therefore, he can only learn from the former major general with a stern face, pretending to be so cold that people can't see the importance.

The calmness of the boy made the man who attacked him a little hesitant, but looking at the cold dagger in the boy's hand, a little greed flashed in the strong man's eyes.

He looked at the boy again with that little starlight, the starlight was faint, and he could not see it clearly, but he could see that the young man's thinner body than him, especially the slender neck, became more and more under the starlight. It seemed white and tender, and when he looked at it, he felt that he could screw it off with a little force.

The man's eyes were a little surprised. The reason why he was sentenced to death and then exiled to the planet was because he had killed several minors. Now that the birth rate has been declining year by year, the empire treats minors. The protection is extremely powerful.

He couldn't figure out why the young child who was a minor at this moment would be exiled to this planet with only criminals, but he couldn't stop excited.

He likes the wailing of the young children under his hands, likes to see the young faces twisted because of pain-now, he has a chance to kill the young child in front of him, and he stares at the young boy in front of him. Everyone has been extremely excited.

Mute frowned. The stout man stared at him with a strange look that made his back cold and straight, inexplicably having a disgusting feeling.

As he was thinking, the man smashed it with a heavy stick, and he instinctively jumped back to avoid the blow.

The stick slammed heavily on the ground where he was standing, and a pit was smashed on the ground. Before Mute responded, the stick whistled again. He raised his hand to stop it with the dagger in his hand. It was sharp, the stick was too thick, and it was severely smashed into Mute by a dagger.

Mute was hit by this stick and flew out, hitting a stubble wall next to him severely, and the severe pain came from his right arm. He even wondered if his right arm was broken. Even the dagger holding the right hand slammed to the ground, some distance from him.

He sat at the foot of the residual wall, covering his right arm, shrinking his body, looking up at the man with a look of fear on his face.

As the man walked closer, his face grew more and more panicked. He shrank at the corner, looking helpless and pathetic.

The panic and fear expression on that immature face apparently pleased the man, and he became more excited, and the little pleasure of bullying that he had not felt for a long time made him grin happily.

He looked at the little lamb crouched in the corner, and licked his lips.

Break your hands first, then your feet.

Come little by little.

It is impossible to hide in Tibet all day long on this **** dangerous planet, and now I can finally find a guy weaker than him to let him vent!

He thought so, and smashed it with a stick.

He was excited to think that he could hear the painful sorrow soon--

With a loud bang, the stick hit the residual wall.

The juvenile shivering under the corner turned away from the blow at the last moment.

He looked up, his dark pupils passing by a bright light under the stars.

He was short, just like the man who died in the carnivorous flower had done to him not long ago, and the whole man shrank straight into the arms of this tall man.

With his right hand stretched out, the dagger dropped on the ground not far away and buzzed and flew back to his hand.

The next second, the sharp blade penetrated into the man's stomach unceremoniously.

The man made a startling scream and fell to the ground.

The unfortunate thing was that when he fell backwards, his head was struck heavily on a protruding metal column, and his eyes rolled suddenly, and the whole person passed out.

Mute: "..............."

He was also going to rush forward and make up for it again.

He gasped and walked to the unconscious man, his body tightened to the extreme, and he felt the muscles in his arm a little cramped.

His brain was still a little dazed, he only felt that he was going to be killed, so when he stabbed at the man, his brain was still blank. Just thinking about having to live.

Now when he returns to God, he can only reflect on what he has just done. Looking at the blood in his right hand, his breathing becomes quicker.

Mute gasped for a while, slowly walked to the unconscious man, and half-knelt down.

He laid his hand on the ground, slowly raised his dagger in his right hand, and pointed the knife at the man's throat.

He held this position for a long time.

The boy half-knelt beside the man motionlessly, his eyes struggling so hard that his lips were almost clenched into a straight line, and his knuckles of the clenched dagger tightened to almost white.

The silence was so extreme that I could only hear the sound of the night wind whistling over the ruins.

The boy closed his eyes, exhaled, and opened it again. His fingers holding the dagger loosened and lifted. With his left hand on the ground, his calf was firm and he was about to stand up.

However, just as he was going to remove the dagger hanging above the man's throat, a hand suddenly came out in the night, grasping his right hand holding the dagger.

That hand held his hand sharply--

The sharp dagger pierced sharply into the throat of the unconscious man.

The splashing hot blood stained the teenager's face with his pupils shrinking.

I don't know when Major Major Troll appeared from the darkness, kneeling on one side.

At the moment Mute was about to close, he grabbed Mute's hand and pierced the man's throat with a dagger in Mute's hand.

It happened so fast that Mute couldn't react at all.

He stared at the blood spurting from his throat, staring at his red-stained fingers, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

After a little while, the boy turned his head and looked at Troll a little blankly.

The fingers of Troll's hand holding Mute were stained bright red, and a few drops of blood sprayed on his dark hair.

In the dark night, the dark blue pupil was like a black hole burning into ashes at this moment, so cold that it absorbed all the light.

The fierce scent of his body made him shudder.

He stared at the man's unemotional icy eyes like the brutality of those terrible monsters in the jungle.

No, maybe at this moment, he is no different from those bloodthirsty monsters in the jungle.

Troll turned her head and looked coldly at Mute.

He held Mute's left hand to loosen, his gaze fell on Mute's right arm, where the sleeves were torn open, exposing the deep lilac marks on the arm where the stick was hit.

A blood-stained hand reached over, and his fingertips lightly touched Mute's arm.

However, the moment he touched his fingertips, the muscles in his arm suddenly contracted forcefully.

The teenager, who was still watching him in a daze, shrank his arm and shook his hand away.

The sharp dagger lit up and re-formed into a bracelet around Mute's wrist, still dripping blood.

The thick clouds dispersed, and the starlight flooded the earth. The metal pillars that had not been corroded reflected light, reflecting on the faces of the two facing each other.

"You're scared?"

Troll asked, and he looked at Mute.

Mute and Troll stared at each other, then looked away. He didn't speak, but just stood up and walked outside.

He took a few steps, reached an abandoned step in front of him, and sat down.

He sat there, looking at the front as dark as the night, and his left hand flicked the metal bracelet on his right hand. Not long ago, the blood from the man's throat splashed on the right hand was very hot. .

Taking a deep breath, he bowed his head slightly, and the scattered black hair covered the young man's eyes, only to see his tight lips.

A pair of arms stretched out from behind.

The man hugged him from behind, resting his forehead on his shoulder.

He could clearly feel the silky touch of lacquered black hair passing by his neck.

"……do not be afraid."

He heard the man's low sigh coming from behind him.

The man said,

"Don't be afraid of me."