My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 113 A Tremendous Change Arrives

"Faster, faster!"

While the guards were away from the camp, another squad quietly approached the rear of the camp, using rusty pliers to cut the wire and a rotating circular saw to cut through the fence.

The hostages in the camp, unwilling to sit idly by and wait for their fate, gathered around upon hearing the commotion. With the help of the rescue team, they crawled through the fence one by one. At this moment, whether they were members of different tribes, adventurers, or cave raiders, they all worked together to ensure that everyone could escape successfully.

Klein, who was assisting Simon's special envoy, was helping a female adventurer crawl through the fence when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Strange, very strange.

Steam armor used to be a common sight in the camp, with the largest number of fanatics, but why are there only three fanatics guarding the camp recently?

He initially thought it was Karl's mistake, but now he really felt something was wrong. After the three fanatics left the camp, only more than twenty hostages remained in the empty camp, with no enemies guarding them. This rescue operation was far too easy.

It's like a pre-designed trap.

A chill ran up his bones.

"Hey! Have you seen any other steam-powered armor in the camp?" Klein rushed forward, stopping a tomb raider who had just crawled out of the fence, and asked sternly and nervously, "Even cast-iron warriors count, did you encounter any obstacles before you got here?"

"No!" the cave raider said smugly. "There's no one else in the camp except us."

There wasn't a single person there.

Klein looked as if he had swallowed a large chunk of ice in an instant.

"Is there a problem?" Wilson asked him.

"I hope everything's alright—" Klein subconsciously bit his fingers, barely managing to suppress the fear in his heart.

Finally leaving that horrible camp, the rescued hostages couldn't help but rejoice. The cave raider embraced the adventurer, and the young man from another race hugged them both back. The time spent imprisoned in the camp, filled with fear and anxiety, had eliminated their barriers and forged a friendship that transcended factions.

When her familiar companions returned to her side, Sofia was so excited that she almost burst into tears. She hurriedly wiped away her tears with her fingers, as the hormones in her body made her prone to losing control of her emotions.

Klein, with his tense expression, stood out conspicuously amidst the jubilant crowd.

He always felt that he had overlooked some details.

He wasn't a good thinker. Ever since he went from being a dog owner to a street thug, he'd preferred to use a knife instead of his brain to think. But in this critical moment, he had to concentrate on piecing together the fragments of memory in his mind and pondering that detail.

That wooden crate! That heavy wooden crate that the cast-iron warriors carried back, it was moved into the warehouse, and soon disappeared along with the cast-iron warriors.

The earth suddenly trembled violently, and a continuous rumbling surged up from the depths of the earth.

The fence's wooden stakes flew off, and the planks shattered and were thrown into the night sky.

The ground of the entire camp suddenly cracked open, revealing a metal deck covered with thick rust.

Thick hydraulic columns rose from the darkness beneath the deck, and rusty giant gears, over three meters in diameter, meshed together. Their broad teeth were covered with dark red rust and grayish-white mycelium, and the giant teeth turned continuously, emitting a deep sound like a giant beast grinding its teeth.

Five meters high, the deck slowly rose into the air under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Ten meters away, the metal wall emerged from the rock face, revealing rows of neat firing ports. The machinery was in operation, and several cannon barrels even extended out.

At fifteen meters, nearly five stories high, the hydraulic column stopped roaring, and the loud noise of the gears weakened into a continuous, low hum.

The entire Friendly Camp rose from the ground, transforming into a gigantic fortress.

Klein stood in the shadow of the fortress, his clenched fists digging his nails into his palms.

From the earthen slope, Simon also saw the rising fortress.

He was helping the nun re-bandage her shoulder wound when the roar of the hydraulic cylinders came from the direction of the camp.

He looked up and saw the massive steel building slowly rising into the night sky.

A faint light shone through the firing ports in the wall, like dozens of eyes opening in the darkness.

Double the trouble.

Behind him, Elder Chalasu's figure had disappeared into the depths of the flower field, his eyes, which had been shimmering with blue light, completely swallowed by the darkness.

The old man left without hesitation. His consciousness was still fighting against that force, and he chose to leave the people he wanted to protect before it completely spiraled out of control.

The badger knelt on the ground, its face buried in its hands, its shoulders trembling. Lin Ying did not chase after it, but stood there, its eyes fixed on the direction where its grandfather had disappeared, its lips pressed into a pale line.

Ahead, the fanatics had just retreated, the embers of the battle had not yet been extinguished, the nun's shoulder was still bleeding, Frani's ankle was swollen, and his own chest ached with every breath.

Now, an impregnable fortress has risen above them, and the more than twenty rescued hostages are still exposed to the fortress's cannons. They just thought they had gained their freedom, but they don't know that the dark cannons above them can fire at any time.

Just then, Simon heard footsteps.

A figure slowly walked up from below the earthen slope. He walked very slowly, and each step seemed to take a lot of effort.

The dark red robe hung loosely on his thin body, the collar open, revealing a patch of pale skin below his collarbone covered with green veins.

The blood vessels were the wrong color, displaying a sickly, luminous green, like something moldy growing and spreading under the skin. The vessels extended from the collarbone to the jaw, and then climbed up the jawbone, weaving a fine, glowing green net on the pale cheeks.

Carl, who had been missing for a long time, raised his head and looked at Simon.

His eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were high, and his lips were chapped, but he still maintained a smile, which looked sinister and eerie under the green light.

"Long time no see, Mr. Simon." Karl's voice was hoarse, but his tone was calm. "I just heard about you from my friends. To be able to unite so many strangers, to get sinners, heretics, cave thieves and the Holy Hammer Sisters of the Empire to fight side by side, I really admire that skill."

He paused, then wiped the green liquid that had spilled from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The liquid was viscous and left a glowing trail on his pale hand.

Simon looked him over from head to toe, noticing the glowing green veins, his pale skin, and his chapped lips.

What did you do to yourself?

"experiment."

Carl raised one arm, rolled up his sleeve, and the skin on the inside of his forearm was almost transparent, revealing green blood vessels that intertwined like tree roots.

"The Empire uses the flesh of sin as an extermination bomb, and the Cave Thieves use it to refine a panacea. I don't have any ambitions; I just want to see what would happen if I injected the fusion potion of the flesh of sin directly into a person's bloodstream."

He lowered his sleeves and said in an unsettlingly calm tone, "The answer is evolution."

"You're insane!" Simon said with absolute certainty.

The infighting game that forces several factions to kill each other is crazy enough, but now he's starting to use himself as an experiment.

"I'm not crazy." Karl's smile remained unchanged, but his voice carried a deeper meaning. "A madman has no destination, but I know where I'm going."

He took a step forward, so lightly that it was almost inaudible, but the oppressive feeling was more suffocating than the heavy hammer of the fanatic armor.

Karl pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the green liquid from the corner of his mouth, his movements as elegant as an actor finishing his makeup before leaving the stage.

"Mr. Simon, your journey—"

He coughed, and a small green stain appeared on his handkerchief.

"I'm afraid this is where it ends."

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