"Big boss + decisive killing + no system + no heroine + invincible flow"
Civilization is dead, steel is the grave, above the wasteland - only hunting is eternal.
He is Shenyin, the leader of hunters, and "gods" also avoid his edge.
There is no mercy of the savior, no luck of the survivors.
A knife stained with black blood, a suit of armor tearing apart the tide of beasts,
Walking in the radioactive wasteland is like the reaper reaping the wheat waves.
The heart of a plunderer is his persistent trophy;
The wail of the deformed beast was his march into the abyss.
Rule? Order?
The direction of his blade is the law!
There is no god in the wasteland, only prey and hunters.
When the earth trembles and the shadows covering the sky awaken in the radiation clouds,
When the survivors knelt down and worshiped the high heavens as "gods"——
But on the top of the ruins, he lit a cigarette made of bullet casings.
"God?"
The corners of the smoke-filled mouth pulled out an icy arc:
"It's just a more powerful target."
