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Steel Dome: Mechanical Divine Kingdom
墨書 Inktalez
Mo Yan's spine was burning.
It was not the searing pain of flames licking at flesh, but a colder, more violent tearing sensation—like molten gears being poured into his marrow. He suddenly opened his eyes, his vision filled with ash and metallic debris.
The acrid scent of burnt silicone flooded his nostrils, mingling with the sickly sweet odor of decaying biomass. The roar of collapsing ruins echoed in his ears, reminiscent of a dying beast's gasps, or some mechanical creation eternally chewing on its own remains.
He tried to lift his arm, but the dark red liquid flowing beneath his skin made his pupils constrict. It was not blood, at least not the kind that belonged to a human—fluorescent silicon-based compounds twisted beneath the surface like liquid metal coursing through a circuit board.
A tremor from deep within his spine resonated with the grinding of gears; an ancient hum, foreign to this era, seeped through the cracks in his bones. "Chronicle Forge..." he rasped, as if his throat were filled with rust.
Jingxin City had once been the last bastion of the Dome Alliance. The three-hundred-meter-high carbon crystal dome now stood as a twisted skeletal frame, like a flayed mechanical dinosaur's bones piercing the leaden gray sky dome.
Mo Yan staggered to his feet, real blood seeping from the cracks in his radiation mask, stark against the backdrop of silicon-based blood. He stepped over a half-melted robot carcass, its chest cavity impaled by a fragment of a neon sign, the remaining LED tubes stubbornly flickering: "Welcome to Quantum Supermarket, Zone Seven."
In the distance came the buzzing of liquid metal, like death sharpening its blade.
"Warning! Silver Nerve Jellyfish have breached Barrier Seven of Jingxin City!"
The broadcast from the ruins suddenly erupted, a hoarse electronic voice wrapped in static noise. Mo Yan instinctively crashed into the remnants of Walmart Supermarket; shelves had collapsed into metallic tombs, and shattered electronic screens displayed remnants of code: "Sky Pillar Sanctuary has fallen."
He curled up behind a cash register, hearing the sound of liquid metal dripping—tick-tock, tick-tock—like the seconds counting down.
The Reaper's vanguard had arrived. Their forms hovered between mechanical and biological; silver-white bodies flowed with the corrosive frequency of the Vortex Scripture. Three Silver Nerve Jellyfish floated in midair; wherever their tentacles swept, steel and concrete melted like butter.
Mo Yan's temples throbbed as bizarre geometric patterns suddenly appeared on his retina—the neural interface of Chronicle Forge was forcibly syncing with him.
"Damn it..." he clenched his teeth tightly. Memories pierced through his mind like sharp shards of glass: the Quantum loop of the Black Hole Experiment, Su E's frozen profile at the control panel, and that string of Star Language Resonance code sent into deep space...
A loud bang echoed as a tentacle pierced through the cash register, just three centimeters from his throat. The surface of the liquid metal shimmered with patterns reminiscent of Sanskrit, a manifestation of the Reaper rewriting the laws of physics with the Vortex Scripture.
Mo Yan rolled away towards the wreckage of the shelves, his lower back colliding with something hard—a metallic mound made up of old Nokia phones, their shells adorned with faded stickers proclaiming "Huaqiangbei Electronics Market 2077 Annual Promotion."
The searing pain deep within his spine reached its peak at that moment. "Activate the Zhenduan Furnace!" he bit down on his tongue, using the pain to suppress his fear.
A magma-like surge erupted from his spine, causing the entire Huaqiangbei Street to tremble. The polycarbonate shells of the Nokia phones melted into a crimson fluid, reassembling into Mecha Arm Armor through quantum resonance. The titanium alloy skeleton of the server chassis twisted and grew, weaving itself into a honeycomb-like particle shield.
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