Why it never ends

Chapter 65 Returners

When Sean was held up by the collar by the chelate and hung in mid-air, he just felt that everything was ridiculous—how could there be chelate in the underground base?

This is not a wasteland, but a livable place, and it should be the safest place in the livable place where chelates are least likely to appear.

He tried his best to plan a future full of flowers for himself. At that time, the casualties of the mercury needles were just a number to him. He would take a quick glance at the newspaper every morning and forget about it all. Enjoy your own croissant and coffee in peace.

The cries in the distance have nothing to do with him, because he will completely escape the fate of being sacrificed, and live an ordinary life without worrying about food and clothing in the safe rear like any ordinary person in the Habitable Land...

"Don't cry, stand still." Chelate's voice was weak, and he supported Sean against the wall, "Look at me?"

The last string of rationality in Xiao En's mind has been broken, he obediently obeyed the instructions of the chelate, but his eyes were completely blank.

Chelate frowned instead, it originally wanted to see the ugly face of the young man in his dying struggle, which was of great interest to him.However, this young man seemed to be dazed by fright, without the slightest intention of resisting and surviving, like a broken toy.

"breathe."

Chelate raised his hand, signaling Sean to inhale and exhale following the rhythm of his arm.

The collapse brought about by death ebbed briefly between breaths, Sean shivered, and finally woke up from his delirium.

It wasn't until this moment that he really saw the chelate in front of him clearly, and his whole body slid on the ground again, trembling uncontrollably.

Chelate exhaled lightly - anyway, this person's expression now is much more vivid than before.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Sean... Sean Gringoire."

"Are there any relatives at home, Sean?" Chelate asked calmly, "Important friends? Teacher? I don't know... who usually takes care of you?"

Sean answered tremblingly, but the voice was too low, he bent down and put his ear to his mouth to hear it.

"Oh, your brother." Chelate showed a sad smile, "Okay, got it... let's go."

Sean didn't understand, "Go...where?"

"Go anywhere, leave here, it's not safe here," the chelate came and went, glanced, "I'm not the only chelate who escaped today... If you want to save your life, go quickly."

Sean was stunned, looking at the chelate in front of him in disbelief, "Why, why you, you want to..."

"Because I have an older brother, Sean, just like you. But he died in the wasteland, and I will never see him in my life."

The chelate looked at Sean with a hint of warmth in its tone, it even stretched out its pincers to pluck the hair on Sean's forehead.

"I envy you so much. You have a brother who depends on you. Don't delay, run away."

Xiao En's eyes gradually lit up, and the sudden happiness made him a little dizzy, and it took him a while to react.

He felt his hands and feet warming up, and the time of restraint seemed to be coming to an end.

Supporting the wall, Sean stood up slowly, he staggered forward a few steps, turned his head to look at the chelate behind him, his eyes were still a little uncertain.

Chelate waved him, as if saying goodbye.

Sean took a deep breath—he felt his conditioning time end, and for a split second, his survival instincts spewed like lava again.

to live...

To live!

At the start of the run, Sean tried to enter the bullet time again as if grasping a life-saving straw. He swung his arms and ran wildly, feeling the familiar strength recovering in his body, like sparks splashing on a place full of dry firewood.

However, the next moment, he saw his right hand flying in front of him.

The splattered hot blood stained the nearby walls and ground, and Xiao En, who was still in inertia, saw his left arm fly out before he felt the pain.

Under a burst of tearing pain, Sean lost his balance again and fell to the ground.

Not far away, his severed limb fell to the ground and bounced up, rolled a few times, and stopped moving.

In the fog of despair, Sean finally realized that he fell out of bullet time again.

no chance...

Sean heard the chelate laughing wildly behind him, and also heard the other party's rapid approach - he finally became a piece of meat on the chopping board, and became a nameless one among the countless dead souls of the chelate.

"Help me...I don't want...I don't want to die..."

His cry is like the prelude to a piece of music, this strong desire for life is like a sudden storm, causing the chelate to suddenly fall into ecstasy——

"boom."

"Bang. Bang."

The sudden gunshot interrupted the chelate's attack. It dodged the first shot and blocked the next two shots with its hard claws.

Sean was stunned again. His cry for help just now might have been to a certain savior in the void, to a misty miracle, or even just a meaningless inner confession at the last moment... He didn't really expect any of them. Concrete objects can emerge at this last moment.

He looked up in a daze, and there was a blurry figure standing in the distance. As the man approached, Sean's expression froze on his face.

It's Hesta.

Hesta walked through the smoke with a gun and entered the corridor of death again.

The figure of the chelate was reflected in Hesta’s eyes, and there were several sharp scalpels under its dark blue prison clothes. The power of these metal blades cannot be underestimated under the vigorous throw of the chelate——Xiao En is an example.

However, if she was able to dodge the attack of this chelate when she was in the safe haven... Does it mean that it is possible for her to break through head-on?
"You're back again?" Chelate was equally unbelievable, he looked at Sean on the ground, "Are you here to save him?"

Hesta didn't answer, just whispered, "Get out of the way, I'm going over."

Chelate clapped his palms together, clapping his hands quickly, "It's so touching... so touching."

When the two sides were confronting each other, Sean on the ground finally came to his senses, and he yelled at Hesta, "Destroy...destroy its frontal lobe—"

Hesta gave him a puzzled look—what are you talking about?
Sean immediately translated it again: "Shoot it in the eye with a gun!"

At this moment, the chelate started its high-speed sprint, it jumped into the air, raised its left arm to block the upper half of its face, and only its right eye stared at Hesta's every move through the gap between the chelators.

Hesta held his breath.

Her guess was not wrong, the scene before the safe haven was not accidental: in her field of vision, the chelate seemed to be in slow motion.

Hesta frowned and clenched his fists. Although the chelate was still fast after the slow speed, but——

I can keep up with this speed.

(End of this chapter)