In a corner of the city wall, a middle-aged man was holding a young man in his arms. The man's face was full of immaturity, but you could vaguely see that he had some traces of a middle-aged man.
Father and son.
In the apocalypse, human tragedy is too common. Which family is not torn apart? Wife and children are separated? And this father and son are one of them.
They were originally a happy family of three, but in the disaster, his wife of twenty years was innocently killed, leaving only him and his son to depend on each other.
After going through so many hardships, they finally gained a foothold in Qiaodong.
Perhaps to make up for the death of his wife, both father and son awakened and became professionals. Because of hatred, they joined the war faction, because they were tired of the days of hiding from place to place, they were eager to drive away the strange monsters in this land. They were previously appointed under Feng Zhiyong.
When the gods were fighting, small minions like themselves had no chance of choice. After Xu Hongzhuang came to power, the two of them changed their allegiance, joined the Iron Demon Army, and changed their identities.
And today, it was their turn to stand guard.
But who would have thought...
They unexpectedly encountered an insect swarm attack, and their own son was accidentally targeted by a carrion beetle and was poisoned, causing him to go blind and his life was in danger.
It is the evolved form of the carrion beetle. Unlike the previous road combat, after entering the silver stage, this insect has the ability to fly and can spit out strong corrosive toxins. Once infected, there is basically no possibility of survival.
A father and son, who were born and raised in Qiaodong, were blessed by God and awakened their identities as professionals. Although their talents were far from amazing, they lived a life of plenty in this city.
But now...
The insect swarm attack completely changed their lives and their vision for the future.
"Woo woo..."
The young man coughed up blood and tried to speak weakly, but his trachea had been corroded and no longer had the function. He could only make a humming sound. His body could not withstand any more torture. As soon as he finished speaking, a long string of blood foam spurted out from the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely miserable.
The father's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the son he had raised and saw him become like this. He felt as if his heart was crushed and he couldn't utter a word.
Originally, some features of the young man could still be vaguely seen, but as the poison spread, his skin was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man's facial features had been completely eroded. His eyes were completely blind, 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. The usual words like horror and horror were not enough to describe his appearance. He looked like a rotten corpse that had been buried for years, giving people a feeling that one could not look directly at.
"Don't move! Don't move! Hold on! The healer in the city will be here soon. No matter what, you have to hold on!" The middle-aged man's tears fell on the ground like a rainstorm for a long time. He blamed himself! He couldn't bear any harm for his son, so he could only kneel in front of him with trembling hands.
The middle-aged man is also a retired soldier. From childhood to adulthood, he has taught his son that men shed blood but not tears. Therefore, strength is this man's understanding of blood.
But now...
How could he care about these things? All his family members were dead, and the son in front of him was his only remaining relative in the world.
It is true that men do not shed tears easily, but there is another saying: it is time to be sad. Humans are not plants or trees, and watching the other person's body deteriorating, his heart seems to be broken.
"Woo woo..."
The young man made a few sounds with difficulty, and used his last bit of strength to grab his father's clothes and shook him hard, as if he was conveying something, but he refused to say it.
"Don't do this! Don't move! The medical staff will be here soon, right away!" The middle-aged man was panicked when he saw his son coughing up another pool of black blood. He wanted to pick him up and quickly find a medical staff, but he knew that the son could not withstand any bumps and would most likely die while he was running.
The young man did not listen to his father's advice. He just kept pulling at the other person's clothes. His mind might have been in a mess and his consciousness might have disappeared. All he did now was just relying on instinct to ask for help from the person he trusted the most.
Faint crying sounds were heard.
Seeing his son in such pain, a hint of madness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and wanted to drop it, but stopped in mid-air.
The middle-aged man looked at the other person woodenly, then knelt down stiffly, tears streaming down his face and his heart broken. From the time he first became a father to watching the other person grow up, he had too many hopes and expectations for the young man, especially at the end of the world, when the two of them, father and son, struggled to get through the most difficult period.
"Dad, do you think this disaster will ever end?" Another teammate died tragically. The young man looked at the figure covered by the white cloth with a depressed look and sighed.
"Yes, Dad is still waiting to hold his grandson. Hang in there, it will definitely be over." The middle-aged man forced a smile and patted the young man on the shoulder.
Scenes from the past flashed through the man's mind like a movie.
“Why is this happening!”
The man let out a sharp scream, and as the memory ended, his raised arm suddenly fell down.
As an awakened professional, the man's strength is enhanced. At this time, the weight like an iron ball hammering on the extremely weak young man's chest, the consequences can be imagined.
The chest and heart were shattered in one-fifth of a second. The young man died very quickly, without even a trace of pain, but the man who killed his own son with his own hands collapsed immediately.
He knew that the other person would not survive. Even if the medical staff arrived and saved 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 couldn't bear to see him suffer such inhuman torture again.
He was crying, not out of weakness, but out of great sadness.
He might not be afraid of bloodshed, death, or this doomsday without a future, but he was afraid of everything he saw before his eyes.
His own son.
He actually died in his own hands
“Why did it become like this?!… The number of insects has obviously decreased, why did so many people die?”
"Why!!"
Tears fell drop by drop, and the man cried like a child with shattered hopes.
"ah!"
The man did not choose to add to his injuries alone. He raised his head and roared wildly. His muscles instantly swelled more than twice as much. His breath also became extremely amazing, even breaking through the limit of his body. At this moment, the man who ended his son's life with his own hands finally exploded, looked at the insects not far away, and rushed towards the city wall.
Although he would die like this, he was not afraid. He only hoped that in the last moment of his life, he could add a few more relatives to be buried with him.
The old man dies the young man, which is just a small episode on the huge battlefield. Similar tragedies are happening everywhere. As the death toll rises, the morale of the professionals is getting lower and lower. The depressing atmosphere on the battlefield is like a steel spike, piercing into people's hearts. They don't know if they will be the next to die...
Death was within reach. There were so many casualties in just one hour after the start. Not to mention the bronze-level professionals, even two silver-level professionals died. It was hard to imagine how long people could hold out in the next insect swarm...
God knows how many families will be destroyed because of this massive insect outbreak. God knows how many corpses and funerals there will be tonight. No one knows how many orphans will be left without anyone to rely on!
but…
This is destined to be the fate of professionals and the fate of mankind!
… … … … …
Not far away.
A bug with a human face is wantonly killing the warriors who stand in front of it.
Ghost-faced mosquito king.
One of the five insect kings.
Among the insect kings, the Ghost-faced Mosquito King is definitely an outlier. It has an unusual hobby, which is collecting heads.
The body of the Ghost-Faced Mosquito King was very sticky, like a quagmire. Looking closely, it would cut off the heads of the dead and then attach them to its own body. At this time, the body of this mutated and huge Mosquito King was even densely sticky with more than a dozen heads. What's more, these heads had just been cut off, and the faces were still filled with fear before death.
It got its name because it likes to collect human heads. It is an extremely rare creature. In the past, it appeared in relatively damp and dark caves. At this time, even a creature of this level appeared on the battlefield. It is conceivable that the real intention of the Insect King is to destroy the entire Qiaodong!
The Ghost-faced Mosquito King is good at using its mouthparts to suck human blood. In addition, the pair of iron wings behind it that are like the scythe of the Grim Reaper are also a deadly weapon. If the wings are chopped off, even the beams of the house will be cut in half, not to mention that it has countless steel spikes all over its body like a hedgehog.
"There's a new bug!"
A man without any hair on his face walked over with his hands open. Suddenly, two frost pythons appeared in his palms.
There is no shortage of experts in Doomsday, and this man is considered a rare expert in the city. Although he has never joined any party, the battle group he formed is also among the top five in the city. He is a professional who can transform energy into ice power.
Faced with such coercion, the Ghost-faced Mosquito King did not react at all.
Seeing that the insect in front of him was actually motionless, the professional's face relaxed, and he thought that his sneak attack was successful. You know, the frost power he emitted has an extremely low temperature. It is impossible for an insect to escape in such a temperature!
"Bang!"
However, a shocking scene appeared. The Ghost-faced Mosquito King didn't even move. The thick insect armor became its strongest defense. The two ice pythons shot at its shell but were bounced off instantly, without even leaving a mark!
This time the professional changer was frightened. He stared straight ahead, but was cut in half the next second, with his internal organs scattered all over the ground like a bloody rain.
A silver master was killed so easily
Under the leadership of the Insect King, the morale of the insects began to gather like a dark cloud, hissing towards humans and rushing towards them.
Faced with the provocation of the Zerg, the soldiers defending the city fell into a panic. Countless Zergs approached the camp and killed them indiscriminately. The soldiers who were looking forward to the future in the previous second became pitiful food in the next second...
Chaotic world.
this…
It is the real doomsday.