"Where did Sir go?"
"Our home is destroyed. Our home is destroyed."
"They're all dead. I can't live anymore."
"Now is not the time to wallow in self-pity. Listen to you guys. What we should do now is to pull ourselves together and see how many survivors are left. We need to save them."
Just as Chen Feng returned to the camp, the surroundings were in complete chaos. Countless people were like small beasts that had fallen into a trap, wailing in anguish.
They longed for salvation and were also waiting for it.
"No, this rock is pressing down on my leg. Don't worry about me. Just kill me when you get there. Even if you remove the rock, I'll only become a cripple. My family died in this disaster. I don't have the courage to live anymore."
"And me … I can't bear to do this to myself. Who can help me? Help me kill me. I'll give all the things I've collected during this time to the other party. "
The disaster affected the emotions of too many people. In the face of such a terrible man-made disaster, no, a divine disaster, humans were simply miserable to the extreme.
The disaster happened too suddenly. Just like the human and elf lovers who were trying to save each other, they were all swallowed into the stomach of the giant python. The attack of the giant python was indiscriminate. It could be said that in a short period of time, 60% of the people in the camp died.
These people had experienced the era of peace. Naturally, they were aware of the horror of the current world. They longed for the stable life of today more than anyone else. Even though there were many difficulties around them, they were united and faced the difficulties together.
But what was happening now?
Just a day ago, they were still talking and laughing with each other. Now, they had become corpses without any warmth.
The people who survived the era of peace were stronger and more fragile than imagined. In order to survive, they did not hesitate to bear the death of their families in the era of peace.
Originally, they thought that their lives were getting better day by day. However, the sudden disaster made their hearts sink directly to the bottom. No one was full of hope for the next day.
Everyone knew one thing, and that was, they might never be able to live well in this apocalyptic world.
Just when Don't Kill heard the cry for help, he picked up the stones on the ground and prepared to end the lives of those pitiful people. Suddenly, some sounds came from the side of the soil.
Don't blame them for being cold-blooded. Living in the apocalypse, everyone had long since gotten used to blood and slaughter. They could even die calmly.
After all, in the long process of survival, many of them had seen terrible disasters. Those python-like centipedes would crawl out of the ground and wrap around the human body without any explanation. The terrible poison would even keep the human conscious. Many people would watch themselves being swallowed by the centipedes while their minds were clear and their eyes could move.
Compared to that cruel and terrifying way of dying, humans preferred to use gentler methods to enter the Yellow Springs.
No one wanted to become food for the monsters. Under such circumstances, some of the humans who participated in the battle had already learned how to let the heavily injured team members die early.
A powerless team member was even worse than a hunting dog with teeth.
This world had already undergone a qualitative change. No one could go against this crazy and evil world.
However, just as many of them were prepared to use such cruel means to redeem their old friends, the soil at the side suddenly bulged. Then, countless Skeleton Warriors with flame-like eye sockets and white bones broke out of the soil and appeared before everyone.
Skeleton Warriors, a type of undead.
Skeleton Warriors were a relatively common type of undead creatures. They had a speed that was only slightly faster than zombies and a hard exoskeleton. They were the nightmare of many ordinary humans.
However, for ordinary professionals, they could easily defeat them.
The humans who were crying and screaming before suddenly became a lot more autistic after seeing the Skeleton Warriors suddenly appear in front of them. It was a bit strange. They could face death calmly, but when death really came, they became cowards.
Many people held their breaths, not wanting to become food in the Skeleton Warriors' mouths. Unlike ordinary zombies, the Skeleton Warriors absorbed people's souls.
No one wanted their souls to be devoured by the undead and become the soul fire in the Skeleton Warriors' eye sockets.
What's more, the professionals who had tacitly agreed that their companions had committed suicide now stood in front of the skeleton warriors. As guardians, they knew what it meant to be disabled in the end of the world. Previously, many of them had wanted to commit suicide because their legs had been smashed by the boulders. They had tacitly agreed with this decision.
Because even if they didn't die now, their lives would become incomparably difficult for a period of time in the future.
This was the apocalypse.
An apocalypse where everything was lacking.
In peacetime, if an accident happened and caused them to lose their legs, they might still have protection and family members to take care of them. At the very least, they would have medical help.
Doctors would amputate the limbs if necessary, but this was the apocalypse. Everything had turned into nothingness. Even the professionals were struggling to survive, like a stray dog, searching for all the food they could find.
What's more, now that the camp was destroyed, the fruits and vegetables they planted before, and even the food they collected, were all gone. Everyone was facing a problem, and that was how to survive.
Under such circumstances, although they couldn't bear it, those professionals had to accept one thing, and that was that they didn't have the ability to take care of others.
It was because of this that they could only watch as others died in such a dignified way.
But the appearance of the Skeleton Warriors awakened the last shred of conscience of the professionals. They could accept the suicide of those who were helpless, or even rely on the help of their own kind to complete the final liberation, but they couldn't watch those people be slaughtered by the undead.
And why would such terrifying undead creatures appear in this land? It was no longer something the professionals could imagine. After all, they had seen too many disasters today.
Now, they only had one thought, and that was to defeat these disgusting things!
A professional stood up. He didn't have a single hair on his head. What he awakened was pure strength. He could strike the air, create an air wave, and then destroy the enemy's life.
He stood alone in front of the Skeleton Warriors, clenched his fist, and then roared, like a lone wolf walking in the grassland howling. In an instant, the moment he swung his fist, an extremely powerful air wave appeared in front of the Skeleton Warriors.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the Skeleton Warriors were directly hit.
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