Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

A sentence that appeared in the name of the file and was repeatedly mentioned by many viewers finally appeared in front of everyone.

Moreover, it appears at the end of the last letter.

Such a short sentence suddenly made many viewers who didn't know much about the file fall into a short trance.

They seemed to see an agent with a will to die, and in a desperate situation, he tried his best to leave this letter, pass on valuable information to those who came after him, and then die generously.

In front of everyone's eyes, some illusory and hazy images flashed more or less.

Many viewers with low tear points began to distort and blur the light and shadow in front of them, and then after a while, they were slow to pick up a tissue and wipe it.

And whether it's a forum or a screen, it's been swiped.

"Salute to the dead!"

"Salute to the dead! Salute to the dead!"

"Those who are dead, salute those who go to the dead!"

......

"To the ...... of the dead That's what it means. Bronya murmured.

She calmly looked at the words in the picture, but her silver eyes kept blinking, revealing the waves of the Great Guardian's state of mind.

To die, to die, to fight...... She has seen and experienced so much.

In the era of the raging cold wave, Beloberg, an ancient ship sailing on the glacier, may capsize at any time and become a civilization that quietly perishes in the galaxy.

Such examples are not rare.

In the past nearly 1,000 years, countless people who have gone to the dead have escorted civilization to the next sunrise after sunset.

They may be the Great Guardians, they may be ordinary guards, or they may have worked in the mines for the rest of their lives.

Countless people who have gone to the dead have lifted the "310" Golden Society through the early years of civilization, making it grow into one of the overlords that cannot be ignored in the multiverse.

What kind of future will there be in the future of Arilo VI, Bronya is looking forward to it.

"Salute to the dead!"

......

Of course, people's concerns cannot be exactly the same.

While paying tribute to the deceased, there is also concern that D-14134 is an impossible task.

"Very touched...... But isn't it a bit ...... to hand over a task that even agents can't accomplish to a D-class?"

"It's the task that the agents can't accomplish, and it's done by a D-class personnel, so it's one of the valuable files, right? If the agents successfully completed the investigation and successfully contained 1983, then the file would be of little value to see, right?"

"The truth is that there are twists and turns to have a story, and it is precisely because of the contrast that D-14134's greatness is highlighted, but how to say it...... Wen Xi looks at the mountains and doesn't like the peace!"

......

Read it all.

Through the documents provided by Agent Barclay, D-14134 has a general idea of what he is facing.

There are farmhouses with no access, disorganized and irregular;

A black humanoid entity lurking in the shadows and stealing hearts;

And......

Let the black humanoid entity, the inexplicable power born from the heart.

These three anomalies are interrelated to each other, and there is an undiscovered relationship.

However, this does not mean that D-14134 will be able to study everything here thoroughly before proceeding, and the theoretical mysteries are not for him to consider as a doomed D-class.

He had two options before him:

One is to resist a little, but when death comes, you can deceive yourself that you have "done enough";

The second is to try to find that damn nest and usher in the end of life in a bang.

Originally, all he had in mind was to hurry up and complete this damn mission, and then return to the site, and continue to eat and wait for death until he dies in an experiment, or dies in an exploration.

However, after the option of survival was completely removed, all thoughts about survival and survival turned around.

Because of this, D-14134 took a breath and carefully folded the agent's report, tucking it away in a pocket close to his heart.

This report is a guide to the future and a source of courage.

He then stood up and walked slowly over to the agent's remains, straightening himself into his D-class attire.

"Please rest in peace, I have received the information you want to transmit. "

"Stay away from light sources to avoid being spotted by those creatures, but also beware of traps in the shadows...... The heart nest is the only possible chance. "

"I don't think I'll be able to get to the lair, and even if I do, I won't be able to destroy it......"

"After all, I've not been systematically trained and I've never learned how to deal with anomalies, I'm just a D-class, and I hope you won't be disappointed. "

"I'll try, though, there's always a chance before I'm killed by those monsters. "

"Personally, I'm curious about what that terrible monster is that destroys a bunch of Foundation elites. "

“Morituritesalutant"

With that, D-14134 crouched down and began to scavenge the agent for supplies - food, ammunition, infrared cameras, and the like.

However, just as he was about to take the agent's pistol away, his movements froze slightly.

The left chest of the agent's uniform was dark red, with a circular hole in the blood-soaked fabric.

Apparently, that's what Agent Barclay said

"Make sure they don't use my heart to make another monster".

Without exception, this is true.

In their backpacks, there were only some food bags left, and the water bottles were empty.

The answer is obvious.

After exhausting all food and water, and still not finding a living room, several agents who had regrouped chose to end their lives here in the midst of hunger and cold.

When the supermarket was in darkness, he brought a chair, blocked the door, and then carefully fumbled to the edge and jumped off.

......

"Although we didn't achieve our goal, it's not bad to go on the road together here, at least the heart won't be used to breed new monsters. "

"They're at rest, but what does D-14134 think...... With so many Foundation agents failing and eventually committing suicide, what can he do as a D-class?"

"What to do so much, in different environments, people can think about different things, in danger, the highest priority is always to live, until you can think about it, then you have time to start emo. "

......

The screen turns.

At the end of the previous frame, D-14134 is still full of confidence

At this moment, he was running as hard as he could in the dark, and his body was running in disarray.

It was as if there was a hell of a being behind him, as if how long he could live depended on how fast he could run.

Not only that, but the breathing and footsteps should be as soft as possible – breathing slowly, tiptoeing to the ground, and using your will to suppress the protests of your muscles from lack of oxygen and fatigue.

But that's far from over.

This damn space is filled with all sorts of debris, visible and invisible from an infrared perspective.

One by one is like a hidden tripping mine. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Avoid collisions, don't trip over them, and pray that you don't touch shadow matter.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way.

He saw the door to the study again, and immediately picked up speed, quickly opening the door, entering, closing, and then leaning his back against the door.

Of course, the next thing is to hold your breath, even if your lungs are on fire, your throat is swollen and swollen, and it hurts hotly.

After that, he put his ear to the door, forcibly ignoring the non-stop heartbeat, and carefully distinguishing the movement outside. []

After confirming that nothing was near, D-14134 let out a breath and slowly collapsed to the ground, breathing in foul air.

"It's the fifth day......"

In the past five days, he has been like a mouse in a cat's nest, or a cheese in a rat's nest, running left and right, and actually planning how to fight back.

It's not easy here.

Thanks to his good marksmanship, he was able to kill them quickly and accurately, even with one enemy and three enemies.

He was panting, his mind hard concentrating, like a mess.

Didn't the Foundation send anyone in again?

With their ruthless style, it seems a bit impractical to stop this kind of death-saving behavior for the sake of human life.

As for retreating, abandonment...... Probably not, right?

Which way to try your luck next?

Where are the supermarkets running now?

......

D-class personnel and Foundation agents are in the same place, and it's suffocating to think about these questions!

The most important thing now is to stay hydrated and energized.

He didn't know what it was, but it looked like something like a cookie in terms of texture and taste.

He carefully broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

This time can be used to relax the tense heartstrings and think about some next arrangements-

There are still a dozen packets of food, which should last a few days;

Water is a bit scarce, maybe only enough for a day.

However, water is more common than food, and can be found in almost every 5 "rooms", but it is far from drinking it.

But then again, surviving this hellish place is already the biggest criterion.

He frowned as he softened the biscuit with his saliva.

Foundation agents always find all sorts of strange things, and he's "experienced" some of them before.

But compared to this ghost animal space, those strangely shaped and strangely used containment objects can be regarded as amiable.

The place is like a kaleidoscope of inferior quality, constantly spinning and devouring outsiders.

Everyone who comes can only despair and be powerless about it.

He swallowed the chyme in his mouth, poured the precious mineral water into his stomach, and then closed his eyes and rested for a while.

When it felt almost done, D-14134 came out with the Baclay report and read it again.

At first glance, he felt that he might be the chosen one, purifying this desecrated space.

Looking back now, he felt that he was no different from the dead agents, or even worse.

- After all, he had never seen a hill made of hearts.

"My roommate called you Foundation dogs, and I wasn't all the way with you. "

"You trained people are dying in pairs, and I'm going to do it alone?"

But that was soon over.

He sat up again with his arms propped up, looking at the agents lying side by side in the corner—he had moved them to the ground so that they wouldn't get in the way if they had to run away one day.

As he watched, D-14134 unconsciously rubbed the report in his hand, his eyes focused on infinity.

"Foundation Special 5.2 Worker Baclay," he said.

Baclay, who committed suicide after writing the report, added.

Even if he took the "errand" on his own initiative, he would have 10,000 reasons to give up halfway and learn from Agent Baclay to put the pistol at his heart, pull the trigger, and kill it.

He's a D-class, and he doesn't have a good impression of the Foundation at all, and he can't afford to follow their orders at this time;

He has no happiness or hardship in this life, and he does not need to dedicate himself to this world;

He was alone, and his weapons and food were all scavenged......

His eyelids trembled slightly, his complexion remained the same, and countless thoughts passed through his heart.

After some struggle, finally, he opened his eyes.

For the first time.

In the light, read it carefully and completely.

Then he said calmly: "I promised you...... I'll try. "

He couldn't tell the feeling that was flowing through his body at this moment.

And it was this feeling that prompted him to stand firm, and for the first time he did not back down, and continued to choose to be a hero.

Continue to carry the title, which should have been insulated from the prisoner forever.

Even if, no one knows.

He, D-Class designation 14134, carefully folded the report and shoved it into Agent Baclay's hands.

"I'm going to try my luck. "

He then removed the dagger from another agent, took a full magazine, and continued to go out.