The Mechanical Soldiers in the air continuously launched missiles, striking Dr. Lizardman from every direction. Missiles came flying in from all sides, leaving Dr. Lizardman unable to defend against them.
It charged left and right through the hail of bullets, every escape fraught with danger. Several times, missiles nearly hit it, but relying on its tenacious will and agile movements, it barely dodged the attacks.
An industrial district abandoned long ago lay like a dormant giant beast, emanating a grim, decrepit air.
It had once been a symbol of industrial prosperity, with the roar of machinery ringing day and night. Now, only deathly silence remained.
The towering smokestacks had long ceased to smoke, stabbing into the sky like withered giant fingers; the walls of the enormous factory buildings were mottled and covered in moss and vines; crisscrossing pipelines tangled together like spiderwebs, some already broken and exposing the rusty metal lining within.
Dragging its enormous, grotesque body behind it, Dr. Lizardman fled here in blind panic.
Its once-smooth skin was now covered in wounds, its scales shattered and falling away. Green blood continuously seeped from its injuries, leaving shocking trails of bloodstains behind it.
Its eyes were filled with fear and despair. Every step it took seemed arduous, yet its instinct for survival drove it relentlessly forward.
The instant it entered this abandoned industrial district and saw the tangled buildings and pipelines around it, something stirred in its heart.
A thought suddenly flashed through its mind, which was filled with fear and the desire to survive: this might be its chance to escape.
These buildings and pipelines, left unattended for years, were utterly dilapidated, with ruins and rusted metal everywhere. Yet in Dr. Lizardman's eyes, they seemed like a natural maze, its hope of shaking off the pursuers behind it.