Manual of Space-Time Interference

On the 28th of every month, at 5:00 a.m., 0:00:00...

In fact, dialects don't know what the meaning of this date has. The Guoan people searched all the information and found nothing related to it. Perhaps, it was just a random finger from God on the calendar.

But think about it carefully, there is still a leap year in this world, and it may also be to allow yourself to wear it 12 times a year, all year round.

The world is so wonderful, isn't it?

The difference in horizons also represents the difference in the amount of knowledge acquired. Just like when you see the saying "the sky is round and the place is round", you will laugh it off. After all, in modern times, who would not know that the earth is round what about?

Thoughts, began to wander, since the first time crossing, before each crossing, and after returning, dialect thought the most.

But at the same time, any questions could not be answered, no one told him why he crossed, and no one told him what to do after crossing...

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0!"

The end of the countdown means that his consciousness is blurred, which means that he has once again traveled to an unknown world, an unknown time and space.

The past, or the future...

……

"Dialect..." In his confusion, there seemed to be a voice calling him softly in his mind.

The blurred consciousness made him unable to make any response at all. He had no hands, no eyes, and no mouth...

He couldn't see it, couldn't touch it, couldn't even hear it, but this voice still entered his mind intermittently.

"Save...civilization...live..."

Dialect is like a light, and like an invisible light, flashing by...

In another place, it seems like a void, and it seems to be in a frozen space.

"Maya, are you okay?" A voice sounded from the void.

"Atlan, you should know that you guided me back then, but now, it's up to me to guide this child." Maya's voice in response seemed weak, "I only hope that he will not appear here, his name , and will not become human."

"Civilization..." A voice came from beside him.

"We are all just losers, losers, maybe we really can't have anything..." A voice sighed,

"Gendaya, do you still remember the first time, when you first?" a voice asked.

"I can't remember, but I still clearly remember that my death was also the first time, that time, it was the future, and then, there was no future..." Gendaya replied.

"I'm also dying in the future..." Misuo sighed, "My memory is almost blurred, and I can't remember the past, my civilization, that home."

"Home..." A murmur sounded,

It seems that something has been touched, and everything in the void has returned to silence...

……

"Who is speaking?"

No one answered, and no one appeared, only a faint smell of gunpowder smoke spread in the air.

The dust accumulated on the ground, the ceramic floor was cracked, the gravel was scattered randomly, and some broken clothes were scattered on the ground.

Dialect raised his head and looked around.

The concrete and steel bars, with some darkness, were exposed in the air at will. The wall in front was broken, revealing the already bright sky outside and the shadows of mountains in the distance.

Next to it, is a sloping wall that fell on the ground of this floor, and the only thing left is a tall column, proving that it used to be a beam supporting the roof.

Some pieces of paper fluttered in the breeze, yellowed and broken...

Dialect turned his head, but stayed where he was.

Half of the ruins...

Countless steel bars were exposed from the jagged fractures, looking extremely ferocious. An old red dress was hanging on a steel bar, moving with the wind.

This is a building with only half of it left, and on the ground is the other half that once belonged to this building.

Wooden boards, wardrobes, electrical appliances...

Countless things that prove modern life are exposed in the building with only half of it left. Under the erosion of wind and rain, it fades and rusts...

Dialect raised his footsteps, turned and walked towards the edge of the building.

"Crack...chuck..."

The bottom of the military boots came into contact with the gravel on the ground, and then drove the gravel to make a fine sound, which was particularly loud in this ruin.

The lower world began to slowly unfold in front of his eyes, and his footsteps began to slow down. It seemed that every extra step he took would be a little heavier.

The pale sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the dialect stood blankly at the edge, his eyes filled with disbelief.

As far as I can see, is a city and a ruin...

On a banner in the distance, the words "investment promotion" still remained, but there was no remaining "index".

The tops of high-rise buildings seemed to have been bombed. Not a single building was intact. The building not far away was directly broken in the middle and fell to the side, leaving only the steel bars attached to its head and feet.

The whole city, as if only black was left, became deserted and dead...

"Save...civilization..."

Dialect murmured ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and remembered that old voice, the voice that came to his mind when he was vaguely conscious.

"But, how can I save..."

He murmured again, as if he was asking the old voice, and at the same time he was asking himself.

Raising his head, the golden color on the horizon has begun to shine, and the rising sun is slowly rising, spreading his brilliance on the ground that has become ruins.

Dialect turned around and walked behind him.

He knows that this is the future, and he also knows that this is also a war. Now, he has to prepare for the war, and then walk out of this building!

"Find the target and execute the cleanup plan!"

"Data calculation in progress!"

"The target is 115.4 meters from the ground and 487 meters away."

"Weapon system activated, fired, miniature missile."

A small spark of fire began to emerge, and after a jet, it streaked through the air and shot towards the place where the dialect was.

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded behind Dialect, and a wave of air came, slapped Dialect directly on the sloping wall in front, and knocked his head on a raised concrete pillar.

"Well!"

A light hum came out, and the dialect slid down the sloping wall. The eyes began to become dim, and the consciousness became blurred.

Are you going to die?

Dialect thought, stretched out his hand, as if to grab something, but in the end he was powerless to hammer it down...

The ground began to tremble, dust filled the air, and gravel kept falling from the half of the building, covering the dialect.

"Data calculation in progress!"

"The target has been cleared!"

"Continue to search for the target!"