Song An is a second-order saint living in the Rongcheng base. He has been fighting at the gate of the base for a whole day, his legs are weak, and his limbs can hardly draw any strength.
However, there are more and more schizophrenics with six arms and heads with babies in front of them, and they are surrounded by black pressure.
The viscous blood slipped on the soles of Song An's feet and fell onto the mutilated limb of an unknown companion, touching the blood on his hand.
He was in despair and panic, and wanted to escape, but there were his elderly parents in the base behind him. If they took a step back, the entire base would be wiped out.
Besides, he had nowhere to run.
A monster grabbed one of his ankles, lifted him upside down in the air, and looked at him indifferently with big, emotionless eyes.
Song An fell into extreme fear, and his mind even flashed the scene of being grabbed by monsters and torn in half by his legs like a companion, and being eaten by hordes of monsters.
A blood-red blade pierced through the monster's flesh-colored chest and appeared abruptly in his sight. The red awn turned into a streamline, splitting the schizophrenic in half from the bottom up, and splitting through the monster The body, he blankly saw a flashing figure.
The monster fell to the ground and twisted, and before it could recover, it was smashed into pieces by countless sword lights interlaced with red and black.
The long and narrow long sword with dark red stopped in front of Song An. He could clearly see a faintly shining Demon Seed embedded in the handle of the sword. The Demon Seed spread green veins toward the blade, and the green light that flowed along the green The thin line climbed on the blood-red knife, and there was a strange beauty of power.
The woman holding the knife glanced at him lightly, threw away the blood from the blade, and disappeared in front of his eyes with a flick of her figure.
The sudden appearance of the mercenary squad quickly ended the base guarding battle with terrifying strength.
The yellow sand that fills the sky slowly converges,
The base saints who survived the catastrophe looked dully at the few demon hunters who walked out of the yellow sand.
Walking at the forefront was a young man, tall and tall, with his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, revealing his fair and well-proportioned arms. Slightly curly black hair covered her pale eyebrows, like a gentle and shy big boy next door.
When he passed by, everyone, including the wounded, took a step back subconsciously.
The man in front of him was terrifyingly powerful.
The yellow sand that covered the sky, the earth that devoured everything, and the sand tombs that crushed the monsters were all created by that white arm with one hand.
Even at this time, the remnants of countless monsters still stared at their round eyes, stretched five or six arms upward, and were frozen in the yellow sand, maintaining the appearance of struggling before death.
Quick and agile, the young woman wearing black clothes and thin armor, with a pair of knives on her waist, found the body of the schizophrenic, picked out the demon, and jumped off the body of the monster.
She passed by the silent young girl with a smile, pinched her expressionless face, and walked over holding her hand.
Song Sanqian, the older person in charge of the base, was pushed out by the crowd. He held on to his arm injured in the battle and swallowed, feeling a little nervous.
Such a strong man has never appeared in a small base like them. This female saint who looks in a good mood and smiles in front of her has no idea how many monsters she has cut down with that pair of long knives in the short battle just now.| body.
Even the young and silent girl she held in her hand could smash the body of the monster without hesitation at a speed that was too fast to catch.
Under the attentive and thoughtful guidance of Song Sanqian, Chu Qianxun and his party stepped into this small base.
There is a large city of Rongcheng in the center of the inland nearby, with convenient transportation and a large population, but there is no danger to guard. After the Demon Seed came, the nearby bases collapsed and built, built and destroyed, and in the end there was only such a small backing base left. Although the base is small, it is crowded with a large number of people from all over the world.
On both sides of the street where sewage is flowing, simple shacks are built in a mess, and people in ragged clothes are busy collecting the bodies of their companions who died in this catastrophe.
People from all over the world brought different beliefs, they prayed to their gods, and used various ways to pay homage to their dead relatives and friends.
It can be seen that half a year after the arrival of the demon species, a variety of religious sects have emerged among the human beings who are helpless amid the ravages of monsters.
There are divine-loving organizations that preach that God is bound to save the world, there are creation schools that believe that new human beings can create a new world, and there are even more demonic sects that worship demons and believe that everything in the last days is the punishment of demons to mankind, and so on. one.
Chu Qianxun's gaze slid around those who wore the angel wings logo.
In this world, God's love is not as fast as it used to rise, and its strength is strong, but it still does not deviate from the trajectory of destiny, and it still exists.
Song Sanqian led people to an old-fashioned compound with a front hall and a backyard, pointed to a row of four-room houses to the south, and said embarrassedly: "Our base is a bit rudimentary, it's really too crowded. With a few managed residences, it is the best house, I have just cleaned it up, I can only apologise for you to take it easy."
"That's good, we only stay for a day or two, and we'll go on the road after replenishing some supplies. We don't need to be too troublesome." Gao Yan smiled and raised her hand to heal the wound on Song Sanqian's arm.
Song Sanqian thanked him a lot, and pulled out a young man from the crowd who followed him.
"This is my family's nephew Song Ping. If you have anything you need to ask him to let me know."
Song Ping, who was much older than Chu Qianxun, blushed and rubbed his head nervously.
"Sister Chu, Brother Ye, I also live in this hospital. You can call me if you need anything else. I'm not good at anything else, but I have more gossip, and I am familiar with the situation in the entire base."
There were a lot of heads sticking out in and out of the yard, all carefully watching these "big men" who saved the entire base.
Several young girls crowded against the windows of the attic on the second floor.
Head to head, they whispered.
"See, it's that little brother."
"Ah, so handsome, so handsome, clean and beautiful."
"I was standing on top of the gate, and I saw him from a distance. He only raised one arm, and the ground split open and swallowed all the monsters. He was really amazing."
"That's right, thankfully they came. I thought everyone was dead today."
"You don't know, all the monsters rushed in front of me, and suddenly a yellow sand condensed hand appeared in the air, and grabbed the monster in front of my face. You must know that my legs were weak at that time. I almost thought I was going to die there. Ah, I really want to say thank you to him."
"Then you go. You see him coming to fetch water."
"No... I dare not."
"Ah, someone went first, it's Aihua's Bilian."
On the edge of the well, a beautiful, weak and helpless woman blushed and thanked Ye Peitian who came to fetch water.
Ye Peitian nodded coldly and walked past with a bucket.
"Look, slap your face, he kills monsters so tyrannically, you know that he is a high-cold male god."
In the eyes of their admiration, the "cold man" rolled his sleeves, showing his fair and firm arms, filled a bucket of water, returned to the house, set up a pot on the coal stove by the window, and began to immerse himself in cooking. meal.
"… "
A group of little girls peeping around.
What about the powerful and cold Gao Leng male god
A woman with a short tug at the back of her head appeared in the window, looked at the food in the pot, reached out and grabbed the collar of the young man, lowered his head slightly, raised her head and kissed him on the face. a bit.
The boy who was fair-skinned, beautiful, strong, cold and good at cooking turned red in an instant.
It was already a husband.
I knew how a good cabbage could be obediently waiting for me in the field.
A group of girls hiding behind the window retracted their heads dejectedly and let out a neat sigh.
Yue Wenhua had a pair of shackles on his wrist and was locked to a post outside the house. His limbs have been connected, and he can barely walk, but the shackles on his hands are made from the shell of a fourth-order monster, and he secretly struggled a lot but was unable to open it.
He could only sit in silence and humiliation on the ground paved with red bricks.
There were residents walking back and forth in the yard from time to time. Except for some children who looked at him curiously, adults avoided him as a prisoner.
A little boy ran in from outside the courtyard with a small piece of black and hard bun in both hands.
Things that may have been thrown on the ground before the end of the day and no one will look at, are now precious and rare food.
He shouted excitedly: "Brother, brother, see what I brought back."
A stout and fat man stepped out of a dark room next to the courtyard gate, grabbed the little boy by the collar, and lifted him up.
"You bastard, if you don't use it to honor your stepfather and me when you get food, what are you running for? If you hadn't come back early today, you wouldn't be proud of your two little cubs."
"Stop, let me go, this is what I brought back to my brother."
"What's yours, don't think that you can talk back to me now that you are a first-class. Your mother is my woman, and your things are Laozi's."
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The man grabbed the food from the boy's hand and pushed his small body to the ground.
Cruel years, the first thing to teach these children is how to fight for what belongs to them.
The boy rolled twice on the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he got up without a word, and hit the tall man like a cannonball, biting his fingers hard.
The man's fingers were bitten and he was stunned, his thick arms burst with blue veins, and the little boy was slammed to the ground.
This is a saint of the power system. With his ruthlessness, the red bricks on the ground even cracked.
Looking at the bloody fingers, he was still puzzled, and pulled out a cane from the corner, and slammed it on the boy who was curled up on the ground without thinking.
A teenager rushed out of the house and protected the boy who fell to the ground, "Uncle, stop beating. My brother is not sensible. If you want to hit, you can hit me."
The rattan that was drawn from the sky has never been kept because he is an ordinary person,
The young man gritted his teeth and stopped making a sound, pressing down on his struggling brother, leaving his thin back to the perpetrator.
The vines of the Saint of Strength roared down, causing blood to ooze out from the weak back of the young man in a few strokes. However, the young man tensed his back without saying a word, and stretched out his hand to tightly cover the eyes of his younger brother.
The wanton thugs were suddenly hit by an invisible barrier.
He staggered a few steps and looked around in confusion. A man in shackles sat on the ground not far away, looking at him with cold eyes.
"Damn you, a locked prisoner, how dare you..." The man rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, and suddenly shivered, as if he saw something standing behind Yue Wenhua, he shrank his neck, looked frightened, and went back to the room.
The boy got up from the ground and laboriously supported his brother with his small arms.
"Brother, you... blame me for being useless, and I couldn't beat that person." The boy who was silent under the whipping of his stepfather was full of tears at the moment.
"Why are you crying, I'm fine."
His equally young brother, hissing, reluctantly got up and bowed in the direction of Yue Wenhua.
Turning his head and reaching out, he wiped the tears from his brother's face, "Be obedient, stop crying."
Seeing the two brothers in front of him, Yue Wenhua looked away.
Wenhua, listen.
This is what my brother said to him most often in the past, but why was he so awkward at that time, he never listened to his brother's words.
Until that moment, the cruel chewing sound of the monster was in his ear, and his brother's bloody hand stretched out and closed his eyes.
Don't look, Wenhua, be obedient.
A man walked past rubbing his body,
Yue Wenhua looked at the devil in the priest's mouth, squatted down and put the two bowls of soup noodles just out of the pot into the hands of the little boys who supported each other.
"Eat, I'm here, he doesn't dare to do it again." Demon Ye Peitian showed a gentle smile.
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