Inside The Black Mist

As he stepped off the medical cart, Tianyang realized that the team had not departed at all these days.

They were still stuck where they were.

Ghost Train seemed to be the most powerful dark creatures in the area, and now it was dead, but its body was too big.

So much so that for five days, the body was still not completely decomposed, and the smell it released made other lower-ranked dark creatures reluctant to approach.

Oh, prowler seemed to be an exception, that kind of dark creatures had no intelligence, so did not understand fear.

The other day Ghost Train "spit out" a lot of prowler, but from the current situation, it seemed that it should been cleaned up by Han Shu and others.

From a distance, Ghost Train's body looked like a small mountain, still in its original position.

The recovery team in protective suits was out and about among its corpses, scavenging and recovering those valuable materials, a job they had been doing for five days.

From the looks of it, it seemed another day or two are required to complete the whole recovery work.

"What are you staring at? This way."

In the front, Cangdu called out in no good mood.

Only then did Tianyang withdraw his eyes from Ghost Train's corpse and followed the ponytailed youth to an open area. The place had obviously been cleared, and there was a small pile of stones on the ground.

On the pile of stones, there was a nameplate hanging.

Tianyang finally knew whose funeral this was.

In this encounter with Ghost Train, the convoy suffered heavy losses, and more than half of the soldiers died in battle. Even the Ascenders lost seven of them.

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The more intact bodies are currently lying in the freezer compartment of the medical van and will be handed over to their families when they return.

As for those whose bodies are mutilated, according to Night Walker's tradition, they are cremated and buried on the spot.

Tianyang had heard of this tradition, but it was the first time to attend Night Walker's funeral.

Many people came to the funeral, basically, in addition to the work at hand, the other people were all present.

The men stood in the middle and the women stood on either side, all dressed in black, and the women wore black hoods. Now the atmosphere is solemn, gloomy, solemn and sad.

Han Shu stood in the forefront, looking at the pile of stones, bending down and bowing.

Someone began to chant the eulogy: "The night is long, I walk alone in the darkness, death is my home, the battlefield is my grave."

Someone else took over: "The night is long, I have not walked alone, my fellow soldiers are at my side, I do not feel alone."

Then all of them chanted out loud, "The night is long, we watch over each other! The sharp blade helps me to resist the darkness, I will always look for the light of dawn. The road ahead is vast, the evil spirit is strong, we walk in the night and explore the other side."

The voice stopped.

Han Shu straightened his back and chanted in an incomparably deep voice: "The night is long, I have buried my bones in another country. There is no need to cry for me, I will wait for the morning light on the other side of the dawn."

There was a silence.

Tianyang clenched his fists, and at some point, tears flowed down his face.

Night Walker's eulogy made The young man feel as if he had seen generations of explorers, stumbling in the infinite darkness. They keep falling, getting hurt, bleeding and dying.

But it was because of these willingness to dedicate, not afraid to sacrifice the night walkers, to construct the splendor of the world outside the door.

Even though that bright world is not perfect, even though there were still many people struggling on the line of subsistence.

But at least, the fortress was able to build high walls, and people did not have to be displaced.

The threat in the endless wilderness gradually became a legend, and no longer a nightmare that people must face!

A few moments later, the ladies on either side, lit a small lamp, which was made of solid burning lamps that could burn for a long time in the Inverse Universe.

They placed these lamps in front of each stone pile, and the firelight illuminated the metal nameplates, praying that the dead would not feel lonely and cold in the darkness.

When the ladies retreated, Han Shu raised his hand. The men in front of them, everyone raised their guns.

Three shots were fired to end the funeral.

A few moments later, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Tianyang had no intention of leaving. Instead, he walked up to one of the stone piles.

On the pile was a plaque with the name "Shattered Star" engraved on it.

Tianyang remembered that she was a hunter in the Yellow Dragon team, short hair, and loved to laugh. When resting, you can always hear her cheerful laughter.

Now she laid here. On the way back, we will not hear her laughter.

The mood was sinking.

"Why didn't you leave?" Han Shu's voice rang out, while the choking smell of smoke came.

Tianyang looked up, the captain of Raven squad was smoking a cigarette. the red light on the cigarette was so obvious in the dim sky of Inverse Universe.

"What about you, Captain?" Tianyang asked instead of answering.

Han Shu took down the cigarette and exhaled a trail of smoke: "I'll look at them again. Later, maybe I won't see them."

Tianyang looked at the pile of stones: "Most of the people here, I do not know. Or, only said a word or two. Even so, I still have a hard time. Captain, you must feel even worse..."

Han Shu looked into the darkness overhead: "Get used to it, people like us, we often have to send off our friends and relatives. Maybe one day, it will be our turn."

"My only wish is to die a good death. It would be nice to have someone to collect my body again."

Tianyang was silent.

Neither of them spoke for the next few minutes until Han Shu's cigarette was finished and the man turned to greet him, "Let's go."

Tianyang followed behind him.

Han Shu hands in his trouser pockets: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise, I guess more people would have died. I will report this incident, and the top will definitely be rewarded. Also, your particle combat knife is ruined. But we found some good material on Ghost Train, I'll see if I can get some, and help you get a material weapon."

The material weapon is a weapon forged from a part of dark creatures' body.

This kind of weapon will usually continue to have some characteristics of the material itself, Ghost Train is undoubtedly very dangerous dark creatures. using its material forged weapons, certainly stronger than the particle war knife.

So The young man nodded.

Not far away, someone came out from behind a chariot, it was Zhou Wang.

He heard Han Shu's words just now. Zhou Wang looked at Tianyang from afar with jealous eyes: "Why did you take all the good things! I also fought hard, why no special reward or material weapon!"

He grunted heavily and turned his head away.

Two days later, the caravan departed. It left Metropolis and went straight to the lighthouse outpost base.

Han Shu was going to take a vacation, but Ling Feng gave him a new assignment, and the rugged man took it, even though he was cursing.

As for Tianyang, Ling Feng had no new assignments for the time being, so he stayed at the base for four hours before boarding the high-speed train back to the fortress.

Unexpectedly, Luo Shan was also taking Xun back and happened to be in the same carriage as Tianyang.

He thought he had company on the journey back, but Tianyang's good mood disappeared in less than 5 minutes when he saw Zhou Wang's arrogant face.

We didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he sat down between Xun and Tianyang, and Tianyang had to turn her eyes to the window.

Even those depressing and distorted Inverse Universe landscapes along the way were a hundred times better than Zhou Wang's face!