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In the middle of the United States, Missouri.
The flood destroyed a small town by a river. All kinds of garbage, cars, and furniture were floating on the water, like soap bubbles in a bathtub, rising and falling, drifting with the current, and the end of the vast expanse of whiteness could not be seen.
The torrential rain was still pouring down and lashing the earth. It was as if a huge hole had been torn open in the sky. The wind was raging, whistling and whimpering, setting off misty curtains of rain. The trees on the side of the road that were submerged in the water were blown askew, making crackling sounds. Their branches, leaves, and stems were broken. The smell of mud and floating corpses was strongly blown away, revealing a mournful and bleak scene.
In the surging flood, an old Hispanic woman with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses, with a string of golden necklaces around her neck, was sitting in a white, deep round wooden bathtub, staring at the ocean behind her with dull eyes, drifting helplessly with the flood into the distance.
Along the way, some people stood on the roof of the bus and called for her help, some climbed on the violently swaying trees and begged her to take them away, and some stood on the high roofs and waved to her, but she did not dare to stop or approach them. In the morning, she had kindly tried to rescue a couple with a child, because the bathtub could not accommodate four people. In order to survive, the man almost snatched the bathtub. If it were not for the flood peak that rushed over and suddenly pushed her away along with the bathtub, she would have been driven into the bathtub and drowned.
When she saw the people asking for help again, she became vigilant. Even if she could not bear to see them, she pretended not to see them. After a while, when she encountered more and more trapped people asking for help, she gradually became numb.
The rescue personnel of the federal government were never seen. Except for a helicopter flying in the rain at noon, until now, no one thought of the poor people struggling in the flood, as if they had been forgotten by the whole world.
The old woman had a radio in her hand, the kind that could be grasped with one hand. Wrapped in a raincoat, she kept scooping water out of the bathtub while carefully listening to the news on the headphones.
She didn't expect any rescue personnel to come. The radio said that the entire Federation was suffering from floods and drowning in the flood. Those big cities couldn't even send help in time, so how could their remote town not have their turn?
She hoped to hear news from the local refugee shelter on the radio. The rain continued to fall, and there was no sign of it stopping. Lacking food and medicine, the old woman knew very well that with her age and weakness, she might not last more than two days. She had to find the nearest refugee shelter and seek help.
To the west of the town, there was a small mountain that was relatively high. The old woman did not receive any information about the sanctuary and hoped to try her luck there.
She was soaking wet and hungry. She imagined the bread, sausages, and a warm stove in the shelter to encourage herself. She kept going. Maybe they would arrive soon.
Swollen corpses of humans and small animals occasionally floated in the muddy flood, which made her feel nauseous, but she could not vomit anything except yellow water. However, she still had to persist in searching. She stared at the water carefully. An hour ago, a bag of puffy food floated over from afar and saved her hungry stomach.
She had to find new food again, preferably with medicine. The old problem of her stomach was acting up again. If she couldn't find these things, tonight might become extremely difficult.
God was far away from her, and the shadow of death was hanging behind her.
In the evening, along the terrain, at the edge of the flood that had weakened because of the diversion, she saw a bloody massacre. Dozens of young men who looked like western cowboys rode on tall and strong horses, wading in the rain and chasing more than a dozen panicked men and women.
The warhorses swept past the people, and the sharp iron swords cut off their heads. Trampling on the bodies, they continued to chase the people in front. Blood mixed with floating garbage dyed the water red. Under the heavy rain, the sound of the horses' hooves splashing the water shuttled back and forth in the panic of the panicked men and women.
The old woman was terrified. She buried her head in the deep opening of the bathtub, trying to make the ferocious gangsters not see her. Judging from the clothes of the victims, they should be a group of rich people. Under the flood, the gangsters must have taken the opportunity to rob them. Although she did not have anything valuable, there was a bright gold necklace hanging around her neck.
She tore the necklace off, but she was not willing to throw it away. In case she arrived at the refugee camp, the gold might be able to be exchanged for something, so she carefully hid it in her clothes. Her whole body bent in the bathtub as much as possible. Her chest was pounding, because the sound of the horses' hooves outside was getting closer and closer, and the screams were getting clearer and clearer. There were even a few drops of blood on her neck.
She felt that this was God's punishment for her. He was punishing her for having a bathtub along the way, but because she had almost been robbed once, she had never helped anyone. That was why she had encountered such ferocious gangsters.
Learning from the ostrich's method of burying its head in the sand, she could only expose her buttocks and lose the power to paddle the water. The bathtub carried the old woman all the way to the bloody slaughterhouse, but she did not know that she was really far away. The surroundings gradually quieted down, and the sound of the horses' neighing could not be heard anymore.
Therefore, she carefully raised her head and looked out. When she looked up, she saw a shining iron sword dripping with a mixture of blood and rain in front of her. She hurriedly turned her head, and suddenly her face turned ashen. She did not know when she had floated in the middle of the gangsters!
Headless corpses floated around her, and some even hit the edge of the bathtub with the waves. The gangsters were all wearing masks, carrying shotguns on their backs, and holding iron swords dripping with blood in their hands. All of them looked ferocious. Even the horses were different. Their eyes were blood-red, like evil spirits in the dark, from the hell abandoned by God.
She panicked and her heart was beating fast. She did not know what to do, and did not know whether to take out her only valuable gold necklace or not. Her face was extremely pale, like a cow or a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'm just an old guy who is about to die. I have nothing. I didn't see anything. Please let me go. I only have this necklace. You can take it. God, save me! "
She kept shivering. It was easy to shiver in the cold rain, and coupled with the great panic, she shivered even more.
However, the gangsters did not seem to have any interest in paying attention to her. They lifted the reins, sheathed their swords, and waved their whips. Stepping on the splashing water, they spun and rushed away one after another.
One of them, who was wearing cyan armor, seemed to glance at her when he passed by the bathtub, but he didn't say anything. His riding posture was unfamiliar, but his appearance was very fierce and dignified. The old woman could smell a dense smell of blood, and an indescribable fear came from him.
The Horse Gang swept away to the west. The old woman held the gold necklace in her hand for a long time before she realized that she had escaped a disaster. She could not understand why the Horse Gang did not kill her or take away her necklace. Therefore, she boldly decided to go to the Little Mount Emily in the west. Only on the high ground there could she have the hope of surviving the flood.
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The first wave of flood had just passed, and the next wave of flood was about to come. Under the guidance of a vampire who was familiar with the local terrain, Chu Yunsheng took Buterne and a group of elites selected by him. They transformed the tall modern horse blood into war horses, avoided the deep area of the turbulent whirlpool, and chased the Stephen family in the small town of Cammingrui along the edge of the shallow water. Now they were rushing to the Little Mount Emily to set up camp.
In the past seven days, Chu Yunsheng had destroyed a total of six vampires, had two gunfights with the Investigation Bureau, and had a misfire with the special forces. Sixteen people were injured and five people were killed. The rest of the vampires had strengthened their life force, speed, and strength with the cultivation method he provided. Although they still could not reach the elite combat effectiveness he expected, they had gradually formed a force that could come and go like the wind.
The warhorses were used from the first stronghold in the east by Buterne and others. With Chu Yunsheng's life force method and the blood assimilation ability of vampires, at the cost of the sudden death of more than 90% of the modern warhorses, and a huge amount of resources, only 19 warhorses survived. Their strength, explosive power, carrying capacity, and speed even surpassed that of vampires. They were extremely powerful.
Each blood-transformed warhorse corresponded to the Life Force of the most powerful vampire warrior. Because of that, they were able to use their Life Force to transform into their corresponding mounts. Therefore, they had a high degree of tacit understanding with each other. Different from Chu Yunsheng, as a traditional European aristocrat, they had received horsemanship training since they were very young, so they were more adept at riding than Chu Yunsheng.
After arriving at the second stronghold of Buterne and others in the central part of the United States, they were going to build heavy armors for the other 17 blood riders except Buterne, and they would meet up with Asher, who was responsible for the logistics, and Ba Yi, who was responsible for the transportation of supplies.
The space tunnel had been discovered and opened this morning, but it was soon closed again. It was as unstable as energy fluctuations. The guardian did not appear, so it should be trying to re-open the tunnel.
The big explosion of the space-time pit had not yet arrived, but the crisis was already in front of them. The continuous heavy rain for days had submerged the world in the raging flood. Everyone, especially the cities and areas with lower sea level, were all asking for help, all were waiting for help, and all were fleeing to the higher sea level areas.
Chu Yunsheng and others also had to go all the way to the west. The western part of the United States was higher above sea level, and there would be ships at the third stronghold. In case the flood was extremely serious, and the whole world was submerged in the flood, and the space tunnel was still not stable, they must rely on the luxury cruise ship built by Buterne and other vampires in the third stronghold by the river to avoid the flood.
Their speed was extremely fast, and the blood horses were walking on the shallow water as if they were walking on flat ground. When they arrived at the foot of the Little Emily Mountain, the peak of the flood was just behind them, and there was another vast ocean in front of them. The only passage was between the two mountains, so they must wait for the peak of the flood to pass quickly.
At this time, the hill was overcrowded. Americans who fled from nearby towns and cities set up camps on the hillside in families, holding hope and waiting for the rescue of the US government.
When Chu Yunsheng and the others arrived on horseback, it caused a commotion. The Americans who had been starving for a few days and had guns in their hands did not know how terrifying they were. Under the pressure of hunger, they had already regarded the blood horses under them as food to satisfy their hunger.
Even if Chu Yunsheng was wearing a cyan armor, it was not surprising in this country where there were often masquerade parties.
They discussed quickly and decided to negotiate in a peaceful way first. If it didn't work, they would use force to threaten or even rob it.
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