Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"It's just the dust of history."

As he spoke, he threw the black metal in his hand directly to the metal ball head next to him.

"All our efforts have been in vain. They are not where we thought they were. As expected, judging the existence of a god-level civilization by our level of civilization is as ridiculous as a bug trying to measure the depths of the ocean."

The metal ball head took the black metal and looked happy.

He stood up with a "boom!", and his body was twice as big as the demon god B Pratos.

Apart from that somewhat funny spherical head, he has a tall and sturdy body, and his body is covered with extremely thick black armor.

"Carragher."

Platos looked at the spherical head happily playing with the metal block and suddenly asked:

"How do you feel about the current situation?"

Pratos asked, staring at Carragher.

Carragher looked at Platos blankly, then laughed without thinking, but the laughter was also a metallic sound.

"I feel great being with Pratos!"

"But I have to keep an eye on Platos, otherwise one day you might suddenly disappear somewhere and I'll never see you again."

He lowered his head as if he was a little disappointed. "Camlotte, Moncabella, Angelotti... they were all like that. They disappeared suddenly."

Pratos was silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer Carragher's question.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. There were busy mechanical life forms everywhere. They were cleaning up the soil and construction waste here according to orders, and then continued to dig deep into the earth.

Platos's command was over.

Because there is no point in continuing to dig, what they want to find is not under the land in the core area of ​​​​the human kingdom.

But until they receive new orders, they will continue to act according to the last order until their energy is exhausted.

"Carragher."

Platos suddenly spoke.

Carragher: “Hmm?”

He looked at Platos, his brother, curiously.

"Do you long to see them again? I mean, Canlotti, Moncabella, Angelotti, and all those people."

Carragher's eyes, the two red crystals embedded in the spherical head suddenly burst into light.

"Of course I do! With them around, there will be more people to play with me!"

Platos turned around and said calmly, "As long as the chip containing their memories is implanted into other mechanical life forms, they can display the same temperament as your friends."

"Do you think this is a good idea?"

"However, they only live in the past, not the future. They can't grow with you. When you touch upon areas they don't understand," he pointed at the mechanical lifeforms, "they will become paralyzed, just like these guys."

"Do you want a partner like this?"

Carragher suddenly covered his head, his eyes flickering: "It's so complicated, too complicated! Carragher can't figure it out."

Platos remained silent, but when he saw his brother looking a little confused, he reached out and stroked his arm.

"We will find the answer. Carragher! You won't always be like this. As long as we find the answer, our civilization can continue. You will get many new companions, and you won't be alone with me like in the past."

"But before that," Platos slowly turned his head, looked into the distance, and said in an extremely calm tone: "Let's solve the current problem first."

Two hundred kilometers away from here.

Ten large transport planes slowly descended from the sky. After the hatches opened, parachutes dropped one heavy artillery piece after another.