In the last chapter of the New Testament, the most famous religious scripture on Earth, Revelation, there was a prophecy by Saint John about the end of the world.
"I saw the end of the world suddenly come after the lamb opened the seven seals and released the knight who blew the horn seven times.
On the first day, cold rain mixed with fire and blood fell from the sky, burning one-third of the trees and grass on the ground.
On the second day, the burning mountain fell into the sea, and the seawater turned into blood. One-third of the sea creatures and ships died.
On the third day, the earth trembled, and countless cracks appeared. Poison gushed out, turning the rivers, lakes, and seas bitter, causing countless creatures to lose their lives.
On the fourth day, the sun, moon, and stars dimmed. The day was no longer bright, and there were no stars shining at night.
On the fifth day, a giant star fell from the sky, smashing a bottomless pit and releasing endless thick smoke. It had lion-like sharp teeth and a scorpion-like tail. The sound of its flapping wings sounded like a ferocious beast galloping on a horse. Those beasts wreaked havoc on the world and died after seven days. This was the end of the world.
However, the actual doomsday disaster was similar to the prophecy, yet different at the same time. The similarity was that the doomsday in reality did have a torrential rain and an earthquake accompanied by thousands of meteorites that turned into fireballs.
The difference was that the other bizarre scenes did not happen, and the disaster lasted for only three days. Not only that, there were only meteorites falling on the first day.
Even so, the terrible consequences caused by the doomsday disaster were immeasurable. After thousands of 'world' barriers collapsed, trillions of creatures returned to the legendary ancient chaotic world. The Colossal World once again descended on the world, and everything became strange. The face of nature began to change even faster than that of humans.
A week after the end of the doomsday disaster, the New York coastal waters that had been affected by other forces for god knows how many times suddenly calmed down in just a few seconds.
After half an hour of calm, the New York military base, which had a seismic index of more than 12 and was lucky enough not to be hit by meteorites, dived into an underground fortress about 100 meters deep in the earth's crust, in a spacious office covered with surveillance projections on the walls.
More than a dozen federal officers dressed in well-ironed military uniforms with different skin colors and sizes, but they were all in the prime of their lives. Their faces were stern and determined as they sat around an oval office table. Their eyes were focused on the only soldier standing in the room as they listened to the report. "… The end time of the earthquake and tsunami has been controlled to be within five seconds. It is estimated that there will be no more abnormal fluctuations.
According to the above analysis, the living environment within 1,000 kilometers of New York City is completely stable. In addition, meteorites, satellites, and space junk in Earth's orbit have completely disappeared … "
"Disappeared …" A sturdy man with two golden stars on his shoulders, sitting on the right-hand side of the desk's main seat, suddenly slammed the wooden table with a loud bang and interrupted the sergeant's words with a blank expression. "Staff Sergeant Finan, those damn stones and iron blocks in the low-Earth orbit did not disappear. Instead, they inexplicably turned into 'cannonballs' and almost destroyed the entire world.
Didn't the last communication of the federation already confirm that the doomsday is coming and the only countermeasure is to let us pray? Why are you still talking about scientific analysis now? Can the disaster we experienced a few days ago be analyzed with science?! "
Upon hearing the angry refutation of the highest officer of the logistics department of the base, the base commander who had just served for less than two to three months frowned. "Alright, Major General Angena. We're having a strategic analysis meeting now, not smoking cigars in the club. Please control your emotions.
Staff Sergeant Finan, continue to report the analysis of the scientific team. "
Upon being reprimanded by the chief officer, the base logistics chief lowered his head with a gloomy expression and no longer said anything. The soldier who was at a loss quietly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to say, "Yes, General.
Layton, Kennett, Hamid … Several doctors are still observing the crust and the subspace planetary movement … The preliminary judgment made by the scientific team is that the surface disaster has passed the final stage and is basically over. The base can resume normal operations now. End of report. "
After listening to the report of the base scientists relayed by the sergeant, the office of four federal generals and more than ten colonels became silent.
Nearly half a minute later, the base commander finally muttered, "We don't have to hide underground to be a 'mole' anymore …" Looking at the short and capable black man on his left, he asked, "General Furet, as the staff officer of the New York military base, what do you think?"
"We can't hide underground forever, Commander Nort," The short black man pondered for a few seconds before replying in a loud voice that did not match his size, "My opinion is the same as the scientific team's. The base will resume normal operations …"
"General Furet, even if we can't stay in the underground fortress forever, is it really the best choice to return to the surface right now?" The base logistics chief, who did not seem to have any intention to speak at all, suddenly raised his head and retorted again, "The material reserves of the base are enough for all personnel to survive for half a year.
We have the conditions to continue to observe underground for a period of time before talking about the issue of leaving. "
"General Angner, your idea is indeed safer, but have you ever considered the future 'living space' of the New York military base?" Furet became silent for a moment before sighing and asking in a low voice.
"Living space …" Angner, who could become a federal general, was not an incompetent person even though he was slightly impatient and selfish. After hearing the reminder, his expression changed right away as he muttered.
"It's the living space problem." Looking at the base logistics chief who was in a daze, Furet continued to answer his own question. "Even though we can't predict what kind of changes the past doomsday disaster will bring to the world, we can be sure that the situation on Earth will definitely become very different from before.
In this case, the earlier the base resumes normal operations, the earlier we can get more detailed and accurate information and carry out benign control of the controllable situation … "
"General Furet, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I must add one more point now." Suddenly, the only one among the four federal generals in the room with a gold star on his shoulder who had not spoken yet lowered his head to stare at the tablet computer on the office. In a low voice, he said concisely, "The main fleet of the Atlanteans has returned to the ground from outer space."
"Those damn aliens are back? Didn't the spatial door disappear? Why are they coming back? General Francis, is this true?" The base logistics chief's expression changed right away as he asked, losing his composure.
"Major General Angner, as the chief officer of intelligence collection in the New York military base, do you think I'll joke about such a thing?
After the meteorite shower ended two days ago, I sent scouts to return to the ground, and I finally got the first piece of information just now. " Francis looked at Angner's nervous face calmly. As he spoke, he transferred the information he had just received from the computer in front of him to the projector and displayed it.
After that, he lowered his head and kept swiping his fingers on the flat elevator screen, circling the key parts in the flashing and changing projection before continuing, "The Atlanteans used a more advanced optical stealth technology when they returned to Earth this time, completely evading our radar imaging scanning.
However, the amazing thing is that even so, they still couldn't escape the naked eye of the scouts and revealed their whereabouts in these simple sketches. Unfortunately, the intelligence is insufficient, so we can't accurately determine what their intentions are for returning. "
"Then, General Francis, do you also think that the base should return to normal operations as soon as possible?" After listening to the chief intelligence officer's statement, the base commander looked at the sketches on the wall that outlined enough information with just a few strokes by the scouts and asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, Commander," Francis nodded and replied simply.
Upon hearing his words, Norry no longer hesitated and stood up abruptly. Glancing at his subordinates, he ordered loudly, "Then, I order the New York military base to return to normal operations.
Dispatch the full unmanned reconnaissance aircraft formation to collect detailed information within 200 kilometers of the surrounding area as soon as possible … "
Following the base commander's order, the huge New York military base ended its dormancy and started operating. In New York City, which was dozens of kilometers away from the base, the survivors also walked out of their hiding places in order to continue living and struggled with all their might.
Times Square in Manhattan, once the most prosperous and modern street on Earth, had long changed. The modern men and women who used to rub shoulders with each other and the tourists who looked around curiously with amazement had long disappeared without a trace. What was left was a group of people who wandered aimlessly on the cracked streets that looked like a dry African land with dull, panicked eyes.
"What the f * ck?" A black-haired young man in ragged clothes moved slowly in the crowd and looked around. With a deep frown, he muttered, "It's actually changed from an inspirational story of survival to a drama of doomsday survival. Not only that, but so many 'characters' have also been added.
The carefully prepared 'script' in the past has become a joke now … "As he was venting his dissatisfaction, several dozens of young men and women wearing jackets with an 'L' printed on their chests and holding thick leaflets in their hands suddenly appeared in his sight. While distributing the leaflets, they preached to the pedestrians in a sincere tone," Those who believe in Wizard Li will be redeemed.
The pastors of the great Wizard Li God have prepared food for all the 'sufferers' on Orange Street and even provided trauma treatment … "
Upon seeing this, the young man was stunned for a moment. A wry smile crept upon the corner of his mouth as he rubbed the leather bag on his waist and muttered to himself, "Looks like not all of my efforts are in vain.
Even though the 'script' has changed from a 'covert operation' to a 'Yellow Turban Uprising' and it's not very optimistic news, it's still better than starting from scratch … "
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