Last moment, Locke saw the clouds on the top of the mountain, the abyss at the foot of the mountain, the cold sharp edge behind him, and the blood-red armored man with sharp eyes.

The next moment, Locke saw several clumps of abrupt trees between the cliffs, but Locke fell too fast and had no time to catch it. He could only leave a regret that he had just reached out as a pity. Although he couldn't open his eyes by the strong wind, Locke still looked down firmly, and he was about to face death. A dark green deep pool? Before Locke's brain could react, "Bang!" Under the huge impact force, Locke lost consciousness.

It took time for Locke to arrive in a place full of darkness. He didn't remember how he got there, nor did he know where it was. Locke even forgot who he was. Locke walked in a daze, ran, looked around, and looked at him, like a devil without thinking, mechanically doing some behaviors that he didn't understand.

Maybe my whole life has passed like this? The numb Locke suddenly had a thought, and then a pain made the numb Locke wake up a little, getting more and more painful. Finally, this dark place seemed to open a skylight and light shine in.

The first thing that came to Rock when he woke up was a huge and blurry pliers. After shaking his head, he woke up a lot. A strange-looking, prominent eyes, eight legs, and walking horizontally stood in front of his nose. The strange creature was using the larger pliers among its long and short pliers to hold Rock's arm tightly. After his consciousness returned, Rock finally knew where the pain came from.

This strange little guy, who is not big, is just the size of a palm, is quite strong. He actually clamped Locke's arm, causing the wounded Locke to have another wound on his arm. Yes, Locke was in poor condition at this time, with no intact from head to toe, scratches and bruises everywhere, and his chest was even more stuffy.

Locke pulled down the strange creature that was still tightly clamped on his left arm with his right hand. The moment the creature's pliers left Locke's arm, a faint blood arrow spurted out again.

"Mad!" Locke cursed, grabbing the creature with his right hand and smashing it hard at a stone next to him.

This guy's shell is quite hard. After colliding with the sharp edges and corners of the stone, only a white mark appeared on the back shell of the strange creature.

Seeing this guy keep showing his teeth and claws, Locke was furious, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" After a few seconds, the strange creature's back shell finally broke, and white flesh and yellow slurry flowed out of its body. Locke saw that the guy opened his eight-claw, and finally there was no movement, and he threw it on the ground next to him.

Locke then came to his senses and observed the surroundings. This was a small dark green lake, surrounded by a light white sand beach. Except for the thing Locke had just killed, there was no living thing. Just above the lake was a mountain wall, which was very high and could not see the head. The rest was dense forest, and the green forest was quiet.

Who am I? Locke thought. Locke? Yes, my name is Locke. Why am I here? The blood-red armored man, Uncle Carl with broken arms, the blood-red leather armored soldier who was stabbed through his throat, the dead Dahl, Klein, the escaped Zoro, and finally the cliff of the abyss... The scenes of all this slid through Locke's mind, and he finally remembered everything.

The violent blow to the strange creature just now made Locke feel as if he had dispersed, and his whole body was sore. Locke looked at his condition. He was covered with wounds of all sizes, with blood and blood rolling, and blood covering his whole body, which looked quite scary. The most serious thing was his chest. Maybe it was when he fell down and hit the lake. The chest suffered most of the impact. A feeling of depression made Locke feel even more uncomfortable, as if he was about to die immediately.

The half-body armor had been dispersed, leaving only a few iron pieces hanging on the body, showing its existence. Locke's long sword was no longer at his waist, and he fell to somewhere. The clothes and pants were scratched to varying degrees, like a pile of cloth hanging on Locke.

Rock had just stood up and had not yet stood firm. A severe pain came from his whole body and almost turned around again. Blood slowly oozed out of the wounds all over his body.

Even if he is still alive now, he probably won't be able to live long, Locke thought to himself.

A white figure on the lake not far away appeared in the corner of Locke's eyes. Locke turned his head and saw how he forgot about the princess. No, the white figure on the lake was Angelina who fell off the cliff with him. She was floating quietly on the lake.

As a civilian and a low-level non-commissioned officer, Locke's first reaction was to go over and save her. This was the daughter of the princess, their great King Foster.

Since childhood, Locke has been catching fish and shrimps in the river beside the village. He can still recognize the water nature. With his tired and sore body, Locke jumped into the water with a "thump" and swam past Angelina.

What kind of water is this? The pain in the body was still within the range of Locke's endurance. Once the water was injected, all kinds of stimulation and soreness came from Locke's wound, just like sprinkling salt on the wound. Locke almost fainted. During the swimming process, some lake water entered Locke's mouth. Locke finally knew why. The water in the lake was all salt water.

After swimming near Angelina, Rock grabbed Angelina with one hand and swam desperately with the other hand, swam towards the shore.

Finally got ashore, Locke dragged Angelina to the side, and then instantly fell on the sand like a disintegration, panting heavily.

It should be noon at this time, and the sun shone through the gaps between the woods and shone on Locke's face. Locke licked his shriveled lips. He was thirsty and hungry at this time. With a mouthful of salty lake water just now, Locke's throat felt very uncomfortable, as if a piece of iron stuck inside.

Looking around, there was no living thing at all, and there was no thing to fill his stomach. Locke fell down on his back, spread his limbs, ready to welcome the arrival of death. There was no water or food in this place, and he was covered in wounds and no strength, which was simply a desperate situation.

Locke was in a very calm mood at this time because he felt that he should have died long ago. When the blood-red armored man was chasing him, when he jumped off the cliff, he should have died. The sun shone through the light spots of the woods on Locke's face, and Locke's expression was calm at this time.

No! Locke seemed to remember something, but when he was exhausted, he sat up again and looked at the strange creature he had just smashed to death. The broken carapace and the white flesh were yellow juice, which was so tempting in Locke's eyes.

Locke struggled to stand up, staggered over, grabbed the corpse of the strange grayish white creature, and walked back. After sitting down with Angelina again, Locke licked his lips and couldn't wait to put his mouth on the carapace in his hand. He first gently bite the white meat, the flesh was tender and smooth, and then licked the yellow juice around the carapace. The taste was a little astringent, but Locke didn't care at all. Even the astringent yellow water gave Locke a feeling of drinking sweet spring. The meat bigger than the palm made Locke fight for a luxurious meal.

As for whether this thing can be eaten and whether it is poisonous, it is no longer within Locke's consideration. He has never eaten anything he has in the army for many years, even centipedes and spiders. He has even gained some experience in eating this kind of bug.

The meat and moisture contributed by the strange off-white creatures were very limited. After the initial taste, Locke ate most of the two bites. Just as he was about to kill the rest in one breath, Locke saw Angelina who was unconscious next to him.

It seemed like a princess, Locke thought to herself. I don’t know if I can survive in this place, so why should I care about so much? When a thought came, Locke hesitated whether to share the food in her hand with her a little bit.

Angelina was lying quietly beside Locke. After being washed by the lake, Angelina's white face was displayed in front of Locke, and her clothes were soaked in water, revealing her concave and convex figure, like a quiet angel.

Locke frowned and still stretched the remaining food in his hand to Angelina's mouth, and he softened his heart.

Because Angelina was still in a coma, the feeding process was very difficult, and a lot of the meat was stuck between Angelina's teeth and was not swallowed by her. Fortunately, there was still some juice. Angelina in the coma seemed to feel the importance of this water. Her body naturally drank the yellow juice contributed by the strange creature, and she swallowed the white meat in her mouth before.

As for whether the yellow juice was the brain or blood of the creature, Locke didn't care, and Angelina, who was unconscious, certainly didn't know. What made Locke embarrassed was that Angelina might be too thirsty. After drinking the little juice in the carapace, her tongue actually followed, sucking Locke's fingers holding the carapace, and sucking the remaining moisture on Locke's fingers into her mouth.

Locke blushed and quickly pulled his finger out of Angelina's mouth. The sound of pulling out made Locke feel heartbroken.

After throwing out the messy thoughts in his heart, Locke threw away the carapace in his hand. The strange gray-white creature, except for a thin carapace that could prove his former existence, all entered the mouths of Locke and Angelina. Locke was not picky about food, except for the hard carapace that could not be eaten, he swallowed all of them, including the cartilage internal organs. If Locke had not recovered his strength and the pincers of the strange creature were hard, he would have wanted to open the pliers that were different in size from the other one that had been cut into his skin to see if there was anything that could be eaten.

After a while of rest, the flesh of the thing was probably digested. Locke finally had a little strength. Since he was not dead, he had to strive to survive. Locke thought so. There could not be only one strange creature with this gray-white carapace in this place. There are so many legs of this thing, so he should like to live in dark places like centipedes and spiders.

Locke stood up and walked towards the stone closest to him. There was a blank space nearby, and there was no dark place at all. He felt that there should be surprise under the stone-
Chapter completed!