Chapter 265: Seventy-First Floor, The Crimson Wilderness (3)
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The most uncomfortable truth about riding a mechanical horse through the wasteland wasn’t the blistering sun overhead or the constant, fatiguing jostling.
It was the sand. Tiny grains continuously whipped against my face like razor-sharp needles.
Even with my enhanced physique, I wasn’t entirely immune to the irritation caused by sand getting into my eyes and nostrils.
It may not be painful, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely indifferent to the persistent discomfort of foreign particles scraping against sensitive areas like my nose and eyes.
“Snort.”
I let out a sharp breath to clear my nostrils of dust, then turned to gaze at my surroundings.
By the time I arrived, everything was already over.
Whoosh—
An empty silence loomed over the barren land, the wind hugging the crimson earth as it howled through the desolate expanse. A faint scent of blood lingered in the air. Mixed with it was a strange, acrid stench—something reminiscent of oil or burning metal.
Is it coming from the mechanical limbs?
A shredded piece of cloth, torn and tattered, drifted along the wind before brushing against my horse’s hoof and fluttering past.