"Set me the best route, hurry up, the aircraft will follow him, don't let him run!"

Dialect shouted, a blue line quickly appeared on the light screen, he bowed his legs, and in just a few steps, he reached the normal running speed of this power armor.

Dust sputtered from the place where the dialects settled, and tiny cracks began to appear on the road paved with stone bricks.

There was still a little smile on his face, a figure, under the sunlight, only a piece of dust was left behind...

"distance!"

"4km!"

"Let the aircraft interfere with his walking position, no, move position, running direction, pay attention to avoid his attack!"

The person on the screen may be said to be a boy, his body is relatively thin, and he is wearing only a set of shabby linen clothes, with short black hair, although messy, but the whole person looks unusually clean.

Holding a knife in his hand, he was not looking back at the flying machine in the sky while running, and then threw a stone in an attempt to attack this strange object in the sky that was chasing after him.

Dialect looked at him and smiled. He didn't know if it was because of his naughty actions or because of his over-the-top behavior.

"distance!"

"3.5km!"

The boy on the light screen hid in a small forest next to him. Dialect nodded secretly, and also secretly praised the boy in his heart.

Smart, but useless!

Dialect squinted his eyes, looked at the boy who was trying to hide on the screen, smiled, and shook his head,

Poor boy, you will never know what kind of terrifying existence you are facing...

"distance!"

"2.8km!"

The boy on the screen also seemed to realize that he was doing useless work. He threw the last handful of stones out of his hand, then spread his feet and continued to run into the depths of the woods.

"Nuwa, turn on the combat assistance system, scan in real time, and mark any possible threats!"

As he spoke in dialect, he watched the city wall jumping deep in front of him.

"boom!"

The special alloy was in contact with the stone brick floor, and a shallow pit appeared on the road. Dialect squatted down slightly, and his body that leaned forward instantly bounced forward.

Behind him, is a city wall that is 3 meters high.

"distance!"

"2.3km!"

The speed also decreased slightly. After all, it was not the kind of straight and hard stone brick floor in the city, which could allow him to trample as much as he liked.

The soft soil that he was stepping on now, he stepped on a hole, deep and shallow, shallow and deep, which caused great interference to the actions of Dialect.

But, do you think you can run a machine like this?

Dialect narrowed his eyes, looked at the boy on the screen, and shook his head.

"distance!"

"1.7km"

The flat disappeared, and the dialect stepped into the woods, and the speed dropped again, but for the boy who was running at the moment, the speed was more than 1.5 times his speed.

The distance between the two is slowly and steadily pulling in, and as time goes by, the speed of pulling in slowly begins to speed up. After all, people have physical limitations, especially for a relatively thin boy.

"How far have I run and what is the current distance?"

"I have run 6.5km, and the distance is 0.9km now."

When Nuwa's voice came, Dialect looked at the boy with a bit of surprise, and then instantly relieved.

It is not unreasonable that children from poor families should be in charge early. Just like this little boy, since he was sensible, it is estimated that he has already begun to struggle for survival.

With the passage of time, with the oppression of survival, it grows rapidly until it can survive in this world, and those who cannot learn have been eliminated or even died!

There are no modern welfare institutions, orphanages, and no modern social security measures. So, what is the biggest advantage of modern times compared to ancient times?

That is, as long as you're not hopelessly stupid, you won't starve to death!

And in ancient times, even if you were a wise man, you should starve to death, but you still have to starve to death!

For this boy, this world, even if he hasn't come into contact with his civilization, the dialect has almost understood the survival law of this civilization - survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest!

Isn't there a game that is explained very thoroughly?

That's it, big fish eat small fish...

And the dialect dares to be sure that the knife in the boy's hand must have been stained with other people's blood!

Thinking about it, Dialect narrowed his eyes and said softly,

"distance!"

"513m!"

"I saw him!"

Dialect shouted, looking at a red circle displayed on the light screen, slightly quickening his pace and chasing ahead.

The trees beside him gradually became thicker and taller, and seemed to have reached the edge area affected by the volcanic eruption.

The figure on the light screen began to slowly become clear, and the corners of the dialect's mouth also moved out a little radian.

The distance narrowed little by little, and the boy in front looked back twice in the direction of the dialect, and seemed to understand that he couldn't outrun the steel monster behind him.

He looked up at the aircraft directly above, and seemed to see Dialect's eyes through the camera at the bottom of the aircraft. Then, he slowly stopped, leaning against a big tree, gasping for breath.

This nearly half-hour chase has finally come to an end!

"Nüwa, let the aircraft detect the surrounding situation, and if there is any abnormality, notify immediately!"

"Yes!"

When Nuwa's firm voice came, Dialect nodded, stopped his steps, and slowly walked towards the boy ten meters away.

"Jiri, Gulu~lightnovelpub.net~ screeching, Sini rubbing, are you in the bone?"

The boy was breathing hard, watching the approaching dialect shout, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and waved it towards the dialect constantly.

Confused!

A large slap of bird language struck instantly, with its own dizzy halo, directly knocking the dialect into a state of confusion.

Although he could probably guess part of the meaning of the bird language, it also made the dialect completely understood-he couldn't communicate with this Daxi Continent native at all...

"Guilihuaxi, you make four hahumihas, go too far!"

The boy shouted again, looking at the dialect that kept approaching and did not reply, a fierce light burst out in his eyes, rushed up and slashed directly on the dialect's head.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound came out, and the boy took the knife back, looked at the dialect standing still, raised the knife again, and chopped the whole body of the power armor continuously.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

A series of voices came, and the dialect blinked a few times, but still couldn't think of a solution.

"Commander, the mecha is under constant attack, and the damage is currently 0%!"

"It's okay, let him cut it, if he can cut off a bit of paint, I will lose!"

Dialect said indifferently, propped his chin with his hand, heard the jingling sound in his ear, and asked softly,

"Nüwa, is there any way you can communicate with him?"

"Insufficient data, unable to perform language analysis work!"

Dialect nodded, then shook his head again, patted his head vigorously, looked at the boy who was constantly hacking in front of him, and muttered to himself,

"Then, what's the use of asking him?"

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