A mountain.
A blood-red mountain.
It was no ordinary mountain.
Its shape was ordinary enough, with peaks and valleys, ridges and slopes, little different from any ordinary mountain.
But its color made the skin crawl...
The entire mountain was dark red.
Even the snow covering its summit, above the snow line, was red.
That "blood" seemed not to have dried completely.
Dark red liquid seeped from the mountain's surface, trickling down its walls and collecting in a small lake at its foot.
The water in that lake was red too, still and unruffled.
On the other side lay a dried-up riverbed.
The mud in the riverbed had cracked into patterns like a tortoise shell, with a layer of dark red sediment lingering in the crevices.
The sky was red too...
Everything here was the color of blood.
"Where... is this?"
Yang Yong murmured.
His gaze passed over the bloody mountain toward the distance.
There were only plains.
Endless plains, the ground covered in a strange red moss that stretched to the limits of his vision.
There was no sign of human activity.
No ruined buildings, no remnants of roads, no traces of civilization.
This place was like...
A primordial wilderness where no one had ever set foot.
Yet Yang Yong vaguely sensed that things were not that simple.
He remembered the word Cao Xianming had deduced earlier...
"Mission."
What exactly was the Mechanical City's mission?
Why had it jumped to this place?
In the distance, the Zombie King still stood motionless.
That terrifying being, which had slaughtered its way through the Mechanical City, actually looked a little bewildered now.
Its enormous body stood there like a monster that could not find its way home.
It was pondering the same question too...
Why had it suddenly arrived in an unfamiliar place?