In a corner of the city wall, a middle-aged man was holding a young man in his arms. The young man's face was immature, but one could vaguely tell that he was a middle-aged man.
Father and son.
Under the apocalypse, tragedies were too common in the world. Which family did not have a broken family? Broken up? And this father and son were one of them.
It was originally a happy family of three, but under the disaster, the wife who had helped them for 20 years was innocently killed, leaving only the father and son to rely on each other.
After going through too many hardships, they finally stood firm on the east side of the bridge.
Perhaps to make up for the death of their wife, the father and son both awakened and became professionals. Because of hatred, they joined the pro-war faction because they had enough of the days of hiding. They longed to drive away the strange monsters on this land. Previously, they were appointed under Feng Zhiyong.
When the gods were fighting, small fries like them had no choice. After Xu Hongzhuang took power, the two changed sides and joined the Iron Demon Army, changing their identities.
And today, it was their turn to be on guard duty.
But who would have thought …
That they would be attacked by the insect tide. Their son was accidentally targeted by the Carrion Beetle and was poisoned, causing him to lose his sight and his life to be in danger.
It was the evolved form of the Carrion Beetle. Unlike before, it could only fight on the ground. After entering the silver level, this insect had the ability to fly and could spit out strong corrosive toxins. Once infected, there was basically no chance of survival.
The father and son were both born and raised in East Qiaodong. Fortunately, they were blessed by the heavens and awakened their identities as professionals. Although their talents were far from reaching a stunning level, in this city, they could be considered to have lived a carefree life.
But now …
The attack of the insect tide completely changed their lives and their vision for the future.
"Woo woo …"
The young man coughed up blood and wanted to speak weakly, but his trachea had been corroded and did not have the ability to speak. He could only let out a whimper. His body could no longer withstand any torment. As soon as he finished speaking, a long stream of blood foam spurted out from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.
The father's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the son he had brought up with his own hands. His heart felt like it was being crushed, and he could not say a word.
Originally, the young man's face could still be seen faintly. However, as the poison spread, his skin changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man's facial features had been completely eroded. His eyes were blind, a part of his nose had collapsed, and his teeth were gone. He looked like a corpse that had been buried in a cemetery for a long time. Ordinary words like horror and horror could no longer describe his appearance. He looked like a rotting corpse that had been buried for several years, giving people a feeling that they could not look at him directly.
"Don't move! Don't move! Hang in there! The healers in the city will be here soon. No matter what, you have to hold on! "The middle-aged man's tears fell to the ground like a rainstorm. He blamed himself! Unable to bear the slightest harm for her son, she could only kneel in front of him with trembling hands.
The middle-aged man was also a veteran. Ever since he was young, he had taught his son that men should bleed and not cry. Therefore, being strong was the man's understanding of bravery.
But now …
How could he still care about this? His family members were all dead. The son in front of him was his only remaining family member in this world.
It was true that men did not cry easily. However, there was another saying. Men were not plants. Looking at the deteriorating body of his son, he felt like his heart was about to break.
"Wu wu …"
The young man made a little noise with difficulty. He used the last of his strength to grab his father's clothes and shook it vigorously. It was as if he was trying to convey something, but he did not say it.
"Don't be like this! Don't move! The healers will be here soon, they will be here soon! " Looking at his son who was coughing out a pool of black blood, the middle-aged man's face was filled with panic. He wanted to carry him and quickly find a healer, but he also knew that his son would not be able to withstand the slightest jolt. It was very likely that he would die in the process of running.
The young man did not listen to his father's advice. He just kept tugging at his father's clothes. His thoughts might have long been in a mess, his consciousness might have long ceased to exist. Everything he was doing now was based on instinct, relying on the person he trusted the most to help him.
Faint sobbing sounds could be heard.
Looking at his son who was in so much pain, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a trace of madness. He suddenly raised his hand and wanted to put it down, but it stopped in mid-air.
The middle-aged man looked at his son and stiffly kneeled down. Tears gushed out like a spring. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. From the beginning of being a father to watching his son grow up, he had too many hopes and expectations for his son. Especially during the doomsday, the father and son struggled to survive through the most difficult period.
"Dad, do you think this disaster will end one day?" Another teammate died tragically. The young man looked at the figure covered by a white cloth with a sad expression and sighed.
"Yes, dad is still waiting to hold his grandson. Hold on, it will end." The middle-aged man held back his smile and patted the young man's shoulder.
The scenes of the past flashed quickly in the man's mind like a movie.
"Why is it like this!"
The man let out a shrill scream. As the memory ended, his raised arm suddenly fell down.
As an awakened professional, the man's strength was strengthened. At this time, the heavy weight like an iron ball hammered on the extremely weak young man's chest. The result was imaginable.
His chest and heart were crushed in one-fifth of a second. The young man died without any pain. However, the man who killed his son with his own hands collapsed immediately.
He knew that his son would not survive. Even if the medical staff arrived in time to save his life, his body would be completely paralyzed and he would become a living dead. He knew that this was not the life his son wanted.
He could not bear to see him suffer this inhumane torture again.
He was crying. He was not weak, but he was extremely sad.
Perhaps he was not afraid of bleeding, nor was he afraid of death. He was not afraid of the doomsday that had no future. However, he was afraid of what he saw in front of him.
His son.
Died in his own hands?
"Why did it become like this?! … The number of insects has decreased. Why did so many people die? "
"Why!!"
Tears fell drop by drop. The man cried like a child whose hope was shattered.
"Ah!"
The man did not choose to add to his own injuries. He raised his head and roared. His muscles instantly swelled more than twice their original size. His breath also became extremely terrifying. It even broke the limit of his body. At this moment, the man who killed his son finally exploded. Looking at the insects not far away, he rushed down the city wall.
Although he would die, he was not afraid. He only hoped that at the last moment of his life, he could bury a few more of his loved ones with him.
A white-haired man sending off a black-haired man was just a small interlude on the battlefield. Similar tragedies were happening everywhere. As the death toll continued to rise, the morale of the professionals was getting lower and lower. The oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield was like a steel spike, ruthlessly stabbing into the hearts of the people. They did not know if they would be the next to die …
Death was within reach. It had only been an hour and there were already so many casualties. Not to mention the bronze-ranked professionals, even two silver-ranked professionals had died. It was unimaginable how long people could hold on under the pressure of the insect tide …
God knows how many families would be destroyed because of this large-scale insect tide outbreak. God knows how many corpses would be added tonight, how many funerals would be carried out, and how many orphans would be left without anyone to rely on!
But …
This was destined to be the fate of professionals, the fate of humans!
…
Not far away.
An insect with a human face was wantonly slaughtering the warriors in front of it.
Ghost-faced Mosquito King.
One of the five insect kings.
Among the insect kings, this Ghost-faced Mosquito King was definitely an anomaly. It had an unusual hobby, which was to collect skulls.
The Ghost-faced Mosquito King's body was very sticky, like a quagmire. If one looked closely, it would cut off the heads of the dead and then attach them to its body. At this time, this mutated, huge Pattern King's body was densely covered with more than a dozen skulls. These skulls had just been cut off, and their faces were still filled with horror before they died.
It got its name because it liked to collect human skulls. This was an extremely rare creature. It usually appeared in damp and dark caves. At this time, even an existence of this level appeared on the battlefield. It was imaginable that the true intention of the Insect Queen was to destroy the entire Qiaodong!
The Ghost-faced Mosquito King was good at sucking human blood with its mouthpart. In addition, the pair of iron wings on its back were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. They were also a killing weapon. When the wings were chopped off, even the beams of the house would be cut in half, not to mention the countless iron spikes that grew all over its body like a hedgehog.
"Another new insect has come!"
A man without any hair on his face walked over. He opened his hands, and two frost pythons suddenly appeared in his palms.
The Apocalypse didn't lack experts, and this person could be considered a rare expert in the city. Although he didn't join any faction, the battle group he formed was also one of the top five existences in the city. He was a Professionist who could transform energy into the power of ice.
Facing such power. The Ghost-faced Mosquito King didn't move.
Seeing that the insect in front of him didn't move, the professional's face relaxed. He thought that his sneak attack was a success. One should know that the frost power he released had an extremely low temperature. It was impossible for an insect to escape from this temperature!
"Peng!"
However, a shocking scene appeared. The Ghost-faced Mosquito King didn't even move. Its thick insect shell became its toughest defense. The two ice pythons were instantly bounced off its shell. They didn't even leave a mark!
This time, the professional panicked. He stared in front of him, but the next second, he was cut in half. His organs were scattered all over the ground like a rain of blood.
A silver expert was killed so easily?
Under the leadership of the Insect Queen, the morale of the insects began to gather. Like a dark cloud, they screeched and rushed toward the humans.
Facing the provocation of the Insect Queen, the city guards fell into a panic. Countless insects approached the camp and started a massacre. The warriors who were looking forward to the future a second ago became pitiful food in the next second …
Chaos World.
This …
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