It’s just that the Moon’s gravity is too weak, making him jumpy as he walks, which doesn’t quite match the solemn, heroic atmosphere of the mont.
Ottos followed along, and the remaining oxygen inside their spacesuits would last for about two more hours.
From here to Longinus’ Spear, it’s about two or three kiloters.
If it were on Water Blue Star, walking two or three kiloters in two hours would definitely be more than enough.
But on the Moon, it’s very difficult to move, and they really might not be able to make it there.
After walking about less than two hundred ters, Tony suddenly stopped and looked back, wanting to see how those insects were doing.
But just one glance made his hair stand on end, and his heart skipped a beat.
The insects were catching up!
They didn’t stay outside a certain range of Longinus’ Spear as expected but instead followed right in.
Though they looked timid and hesitant, like hyenas seeing a lion on the prairie, they still ca in the end.
This discovery imdiately caused the two of them to break out in a cold sweat.
"These insects aren’t unable to enter here; they might just be purely afraid of the spear!"
Tony narrated his observation.
"We... must speed up... once... they adapt... no longer afraid... we’ll have to..."
By the end of his statent, his words beca choppy—it was the channel of the communicator that got obstructed.
They knew they had thoroughly entered that chaotic magnetic field area.
Sure enough, after they walked a short distance further, they saw a familiar figure.
It was the lost Voyager.
At the mont, the insects were still following behind, ready to pounce at any ti.
But the two had no ans against this.
They couldn’t fight them, nor could they run away, so they could only speed up and try to get closer to the position of Longinus’ Spear.
Now, many functions attached to the spacesuits had stopped.
Not only could they not use the communication channel, but the temperature inside the spacesuits was also dropping, leaving only the most basic oxygen supply.
But because effective circulation could not be generated, the duration they could hold on for would be significantly reduced, and they probably had less than half an hour left.
This is the last half-hour of life, and the two needed to complete an incredible journey of walking over a kiloter on the Moon.
Silence, loneliness, darkness, cold, despair.
On the Moon, Tony and Ottos were already walking in the final monts of life.
Every step taken symbolized another mont closer to the countdown of death.
"Pant, pant, pant~"
At this mont, Ottos was having difficulty breathing.
His spacesuit was lighter and combat-oriented, carrying much less oxygen than Tony’s standard model, and it was now noticeably arduous.
Carbon dioxide and low temperatures filled his surroundings, making him unable to hold on any longer, as his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground.
Without air around, Tony didn’t notice the noise behind him.
He only saw this scene when routinely checking the position of the insect swarm behind.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
He could only silently bow to him and then continue on his path.
Now, he was truly alone.
He didn’t dare to look back at the scene, afraid that he might see the horrific sight of his companion being devoured by insects if he turned around.
No one knew the ntal pressure he was under at the mont, and even he couldn’t describe the feeling.
The only motivation supporting Tony to keep going now was that Long Spear ahead of him.
"Longinus’ Spear, what secret are you hiding... For you, so many of us died... Is this really worth it..."
Hallucinations began to appear before Tony’s eyes, his mind went blank, and his steps beca unsteady.
Finally, he fell, collapsing less than fifty ters away from the spear.
But he didn’t give up; instead, he crawled bit by bit, trying to touch that spear that had cost him everything.
However, the human body has its limits.
Even with the adrenaline rush, Tony couldn’t create a miracle and ultimately stopped thirty ters away from the spear.
In a daze, he felt as if the spear in front of him moved.
He tried to gather all his strength to look over there, only to find it was just a hallucination.
The spear was still embedded thirty ters away, unmoving.
The previous commotion seed to co from another silver-white silhouette.
Wait! A silver-white silhouette!?
Tony suddenly beca alert, his eyes showing disbelief.
He arduously lifted his head to look at the colossal figure in front of him.
It was a silver-white cha, its posture tall, approximately twenty ters high, and its imposing, fierce Armor had multiple cannon ports of various sizes.
From its head, a blue light shot out from both eyes, shining upon Tony, giving him a feeling of being seen through entirely.
At this mont, the cha stood proudly before him, standing next to Longinus’ Spear, looking down at him like a divine power.
"A ... cha...?"
Tony’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t utter a word.
He had considered all sorts of possibilities.
A spear of prophecy, a relic of a divine being, an alien weapon...
But he never linked it with the cha standing before him.
This world wasn’t devoid of the concept of cha, but it had only stayed in animation and film works.
He always thought that though cha were cool, if placed in reality, it would be pretty impossible to achieve.
Not that humanity’s technology in the future couldn’t create it.
With technological advancent, even more advanced weapons could be made, let alone such a cha.
Tony just felt that from a normal technological demand perspective, it simply had no basis for existing.
Rather than creating a humanoid cha, it would be more practical to produce a small drone equipped with weapon launch ports.
The forr would be more laborious to operate, requiring many parts for mobility, which involves unnecessary projects such as stability and coordination.
The latter not only possesses weapons of the sa power but is also more flexible, a smaller target, and more maneuverable, with no need to waste materials on extraneous limbs.
So, the concept of cha was sothing that would only appear in movie plots.
With the current technological developnt, there was no chance for it to happen.
But now, a pure white cha over twenty ters tall stood right in front of him, proving that all his previous judgnts were wrong.
"Perhaps this isn’t a cha, but an alien..."
A thought erged in Tony’s mind, but it no longer mattered.
What mattered was that he finally knew what was hidden on the far side of the Moon.
"So that’s it... This spear is its weapon..."
A hint of relief appeared on Tony’s face.
Nevertheless, this relief was tinged with so doubt.
Even with a twenty-ter-tall cha, using a hundred-ter-long giant spear seed a bit uncoordinated...
But he no longer had the ti to think much more.
Or rather, his body wouldn’t allow him to think further.
Tony couldn’t hold on anymore, and he blacked out.
In front, the blue light from the cha’s eyes retracted.
Inside the cockpit, a blonde man was reporting back to the base.
"This is Guardian-class #1, I am Sol, the target has been found, one person remains alive, beginning rescue."
With his words, countless cannon ports on the cha opened.
Hundreds of missiles shot out, tracing graceful arcs like a torrential rain, directly descending upon the restless insect swarm not far away.
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