"Fight back, fight back! We have to fight back! Tie those evil cultists to the stake! Let them know our anger and pain! Let them know that the world that they have caused to this state will never forgive them! "
Such shouts filled the entire human world as if they had found an outlet. In the various surviving human camps, all the citizens were cursing and swearing. They were venting their pain, their fear, and their sorrow. The target of their venting was the evil cultists who had caused the Spirit Calamity.
"Roger, do you see that? That's the image of the invaders … "
Among the countless refugee camps, in a public refugee camp set up by the government, a group of seven people were sitting in the plaza of the camp, watching a huge television screen. When the young man with black flames appeared on the screen, a young man among the seven immediately turned his head to look at a middle-aged uncle who was covered in bandages in the middle of the group.
The middle-aged uncle had a cape draped over his shoulders. He sat there calmly and silently as he watched. After hearing the young man, he nodded and said, "Yes, I see it. It's the invaders, but this man … is stronger than the one we met in Washington. His flames have actually turned black."
"Is it … the Light of the Soul?" The young man hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask.
"It's just a prototype." The middle-aged uncle laughed and patted the young man's shoulder, almost slapping him to the ground. He then said, "What are you afraid of? Isn't the challenge of the strong something to look forward to? "
The young man's lips twitched. He didn't say anything and just rolled his eyes at the middle-aged uncle.
Just then, the image of the president appeared on the screen again. He sat in front of the screen and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry to report to my fellow citizens. Just now, three hours after I gave the order for the second army to attack, our second army, a total of over two hundred thousand of our best lads, are no longer here … The enemy used a type of energy cannon-like weapon and drew a horizontal trench near St. Louis City. In fact, about an hour ago, everyone should have felt the ground shaking, right? Unfortunately, our attack failed. It's foreseeable that any troops we send out will be destroyed by this type of weapon … "
"Now is the time to make a choice, my fellow citizens. Do we … use nuclear bombs to carry out a super long-range attack? Can we bear the responsibility of using nuclear bombs? Will our descendants forgive us for the decision we made today? Now … it's time for us to make a choice. May God bless us! "
The president soon disappeared from the screen. Then, a few soldiers appeared. They explained the current situation, the power of the weapons the cultists had, the purpose of the cultists, the descent of the Evil God, and so on. Then, they began to explain the main issues of this decision. Now, the people would vote. Although the operation was rushed and it was impossible to inform everyone, at least most of the survivors were aware of the situation. So, the people would vote whether or not to launch a nuclear attack on the cultists.
The crowd in the entire camp was silent for a long time. Then, voices broke out. It was revenge, it was fighting back, it was using nuclear bombs, it was war …
At this moment, an old official suddenly ran into the screen. Those who were familiar with the American government would know that this was a member of the Senate. A few people behind him pulled him back, but he still shouted at the screen, "My fellow citizens, please respect your vote. Please think about it carefully. If we don't use nuclear bombs, our future generations won't blame us for polluting the world. We won't have any more descendants at all. We humans … will have no future!"
As he spoke, the official was dragged away, and the remaining soldiers had a look of approval.
Instantly, the entire camp was boiling. This time, even the most conservative people were shouting for a vote. It seemed that the use of nuclear bombs was a foregone conclusion.
The middle-aged man had been silent all this time. At this moment, he stood up abruptly, picked up a wooden barrel of wine from the ground, and strode out of the camp with it. The remaining six people looked at each other and followed behind the middle-aged man.
The young man hurriedly ran behind the middle-aged man and asked, "Roger, what are you doing? Are you planning to withstand the power of the nuclear explosion?! "
The middle-aged man strode forward and said in a deep voice, "Do you hear that sound?"
"Sound?" The six of them listened carefully. Other than the noise, they didn't hear anything.
"The sound of this era …"
The middle-aged man's face was dark. He opened his arms as if he was hugging something and said, "This era! This is an era where science is broken. The appearance of ghosts and monsters chased humans out of their homes. Most of the scientific products were treated as voodoo curses and abandoned by them. The existence of ghosts and monsters caused science to be constantly doubted. In a few years, or even decades, science might be treated as a cult and banned … "
"Science isn't omnipotent. I've always hated fanatics who talk about science. But even if we want to change, we should change ourselves. Why should ghosts and monsters change for us?"
"Didn't you hear it? The venting sound in the camp, the roaring sound in the camp, that's … the crying of humans!!! "
The middle-aged man bellowed with a ferocious expression. "That is the cry of every power, every means, every knowledge, and every civilization. Even after doing their best, they could not stop the specters or defeat the invaders! The nuclear bomb is just humanity's final trump card before despair. If this trump card is broken, what awaits humanity is a spiritual abyss that we can never rise again! "
"This isn't the first time we've fought against the invaders. Nuclear bombs are no longer a problem for them. This kind of large-scale weapon will be neutralized by their high-tech weapons. The only one who can defeat them is our God's Realm team! So this is destined to be an abyss and despair … "
At this point, the middle-aged man's face was so angry that words couldn't describe it. He lowered his head, lifted his cloak, and strode forward. As he walked, he said, "Let's go, Great Western Continent team …"
"We'll stop all the nuclear bombs! If possible, we'll send those idiots who want to vote for nuclear bombs flying! Then … "
"We'll defeat the invaders and take back the dream of this world …"
"Take it back!!!"
Chu Hao was very satisfied with the current development of the situation. According to his vague hints, the senator who had always been ambitious to run for president quickly understood what to do. And sure enough, before the voting began, that scene happened. It was like the final push, pushing all the people and votes to the path of launching the nuclear bomb.
The voting would last for three days. The votes received during these three days would decide whether to launch the nuclear bomb or not. Then, the US government would use the nuclear bomb to plough through the city and ensure that the invaders inside would die without a burial place. But there were pros and cons … The only downside was that the South American teams, Bellivy, seemed to be "broken".
When the army attacked the city, Bellivy personally witnessed the light and the complete annihilation of the army. This was a huge blow to him. Although he didn't say anything, from then on, he locked himself in his room. Every day, he could only see the Sacred Halo in his room. Other than that, he couldn't even hear his team members' shouts. This situation made his three team members extremely worried.
But … people always had to make choices …
Chu Hao didn't know if this was an excuse or an excuse, but he asked himself. If he had to choose to sacrifice himself, as long as he could win, as long as he could achieve a satisfactory outcome, he would directly sacrifice himself. He … didn't choose to sacrifice others for himself!
But this … was just an excuse and an explanation …
Just like this, when everyone in the two teams was in a very bad mood, the three-day voting period ended. The moment the voting ended, the largest missile base in the United States was attacked. The army stationed there was quickly defeated. The death toll was unknown, but it was obvious that the base was no longer controlled by the US government.
Immediately after, the US government received a message from the base. There was only one sentence …
"Whoever dares to launch the nuclear bomb, then all the nuclear bombs in this base will be launched to all places in the world without any rules. Our request is very simple. Give us one week. If the invaders haven't been dealt with in one week, then you can launch all the nuclear bombs you want. In this one week, please wait for us, wait for us …"
"Take back your dreams!"
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