In the tenth year since the collapse, the fire of human civilization is about to be extinguished. The once prosperous city is now only ruined, and the sky is dyed a dead gray by the dust that never dissipates.
In the center of the ruins of the city, under the remains of the statue that symbolized the glory of the old era, the boy knelt on one knee. The armor on his body was shattered, revealing the bleeding bandage underneath. Every breath carried the smell of blood like rust. In front of him, there were all kinds of weirdos pouring in like a tide, and behind him was the only remaining refuge.
"Ahem..."
The young man raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pressed his trembling fingers firmly on the driver at his waist. This is the first and last weapon against Honkai, and it is the last hope of mankind.
"Now that I choose to take it..."
With the crunching sound of his bones being overwhelmed, he forced himself to stand up, and surrounded by the group of ferocious monsters, he let out a roar that was not extinguished even in despair.
"Then I won't regret it! Even if this body turns to ashes!"
The pitch-black card was inserted into the drive, the gears spun wildly, and the dazzling indicator light cut through the darkness of the ruins.
"Even if this world is not beautiful... I, we, will definitely take it back with our own hands!"
"Get dressed!"
At this moment, the broken clock started turning again, and the elegy of the ruined city turned into a clarion call for counterattack.
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