Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Chapter 3986

After the apocalypse, I haven’t felt this way for a long time.

So they did not feel the heat was unbearable, but instead enjoyed this rare comfort.

It would be better if there wasn't that huge, indescribable rolling object on the sand in the distance.

It was a huge ball of flesh, and it was impossible to tell what kind of creature it was. Because it was too fat, even from a distance one could sense that it was at least three hundred meters high.

The fat skin gleamed with oil, and there were cracks of various sizes on the skin. From the cuts on the skin, most of the internal organs flowed out like a dead body, but they just hung there, and did not really kill the enemy.

The Territory of the Dark Journey - the Mountain of the Corrupted Country.

The three giants of the Kuton Empire stared at the huge and disgusting Ghost Territory, their eyes full of solemnity and disgust.

It's just that they have been here for a long time, and the huge rotten mass of flesh has not shown any aggression towards them.

The Mountain of Rotten Country represents Mammon's instinct to devour everything. Its only hobby is eating, and it can eat everything, even the desert.

The three people did not want to provoke this unknown creature, so they kept a distance from it and searched for a way out in the desert for a long time.

But two days had passed and they still hadn't found the way, and instead ended up returning here.

There seems to be some kind of area around the mountains of the country of corruption, attracting people who enter this world to return again and again.

Amir is a tall and thin young man. He wears a veil, revealing a pair of narrow and long almond-shaped eyes. His eyes are extremely dangerous. Coupled with the black eye shadow he deliberately applies, people feel like they have seen a devil when they see him.

Even though they both wore black robes, he and his father gave people completely different feelings.

He is like a killer in the shadows, while Saladin is a king who is in the shadows but exudes a domineering aura.

After a long time of not being able to find a way out of this place, Amir could not help but walk to Saladin's side, put one hand on his chest and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, it seems that if we want to leave this area, we must start with this big guy in front of us!"

He stared at Saladin's back with a hint of rebellion in his eyes.

"I think the way out of here should be on it!"

Saladin turned his head to glance at his son and frowned slightly.

His shadow can penetrate into every pore like mercury, but even so, he has not found a way out. In other words, this world, like his shadow, or the chaotic alien space, is an independent world.

If you want to leave this kind of place, you have to find a special space node, which is the only place that can connect to the outside world.

Or, kill the person who created this world.

Because the world is constructed by the thoughts of people with special abilities, when people with special abilities die, their thoughts disappear.

"This guy is not that easy to deal with."

Saladin solemnly reminded his son, "Don't forget how we got here. The creature before us should be on the same level as the crow and giant baby before."

If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he would never want to disturb the mountain of the corrupt country.

Amir argued, "Your Majesty, you are right. But this is the only path we have not yet tried in this world!"

Saladin stroked his neatly trimmed goatee and looked at the sage Harad, who looked very old, standing behind him on the right.

This old man, who is in his eighties, has chicken skin wrinkles all over his body, his eyelids are drooping so that his eyes cannot even be seen, and his skin is covered with age spots.

It always gives people the feeling that he will die at any time.

But as a saint of the Assassin sect, this is precisely his best disguise.