Volume 2 Cosmic Mercenary] Section 422 Devil and Death White

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Chapter 422 Devil and Death White[]

Large gathering point

Like all the gathering points in the field of x35, it is full of hunluàn and broken, dirty and dirty. The entire gathering point was transformed by an abandoned military base of the former civilization. It is located in the abdomen of the mountain. The tunnel of the sluàn extends like a network in the abdomen, and no one knows where the end is. At the entrance of the tunnel, dozens of stone houses and walls were built with the help of the terrain, even if it is the mén surface of the gathering point.

The military base has a complete water circulation system and power generation device. In the end of the world, water sources are the basis for survival. Any gathering point without water will only turn into yellow sand in the wind. This base also has electricity, which is even more extraordinary. So although this gathering point is hunluàn, it has gathered tens of thousands of people. It is one of the most attractive places to live in a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

When water, electricity, resources, and population are concentrated together, a force that people yearn for in the end of the world is formed. The only thing they lack is food.

However, Blood Pupils had already seen this when they jumped out of the car.

On one side of the gathering point, which is close to the foot of the mountain, thousands of terraced fields have been neatly divided. A windproof wall is carefully built around it with stones, and the clear water inside the gathering point is introduced into it. The streams and the stone walls of Qingtian form a beautiful picture that is unimaginable in the apocalypse. It is like a fairyland on earth.

"here it is……"

"My hometown," Singer replied in a rough voice, his tone like an ancient stone. "You can call it Shangri-La."

"Shangri-La..." Xue Tong's eyes lit up. This strange name comes from an ancient legend of the previous civilization. It means the fairyland on earth. I didn't expect that there would be such a paradise in this end of the world.

Of course, the scale of the gathering point is far from worthy of this name, but this is enough. Aren’t people living in the end of the world just for a glimmer of hope? Although this gathering point is broken, it is the hope of people within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. The name of Shangri-La is well deserved.

The night... gradually deepened...

There were more and more people in the small bar, listening to the noise and laughter coming downstairs. Xue Tong's face appeared with a smile. He was sitting on the windowsill of the room, looking at the gray sky outside. Although the night was dark, Xue Tong knew that there were endless dark clouds rolling above his head at this moment. They wrapped x35 layers like a layer of dying obstacles, limiting the sunlight and limiting the vitality of human beings.

This is the consequence of nuclear war... When will x35 be free of these dark clouds and see the light of day again?

Thinking of the day when x35 reappeared in green, the corners of Bloody Pupil's mouth curled up slightly. He knew... this was not far away.

The old wooden man made a squeak, and a burly figure walked in.

Xue Tong didn't look back and asked softly. "Why, have you not drunk any of your friends?"

The one who came in was Singer, which was his hometown, so he naturally had many friends. So since he arrived here, he had been caught by some big men and drunk. He chatted about some interesting things after separation. It also made Xue Tong see the other side of him. Unexpectedly, under his cold appearance, he was not frozen by the cruelty of the end of the world. It also had a hint of humanity.

But this has nothing to do with Blood Pupil. He just watched coldly, but he didn't expect Singer to come to him at this time.

It was already midnight, what was wrong with him?

"I know you're not asleep yet." Singer said hoarsely, and put a large wooden barrel on the wooden table in the Blood Eye's room. With a buzzing sound, the wooden table shook repeatedly. He threw a big bag next to him.

"So I gave you some wine.

ou.”

"I'm not hungry." Xue Tong turned his head and glanced at Singer. "You have something to say."

Geer was not polite, as if he knew that nonsense was useless in front of Xue Tong. So he said with a straightforward saying, "I'm here to tell you what happened tomorrow."

"Oh?" Xue Tong raised his eyebrows. He knew that he was facing a very powerful mutant beast this time, but seeing Singer's solemn appearance, he still became interested. It would be nice to hear him say it.

Sure enough, Singer said, "The guy we are going to kill tomorrow is very strong. So I want to assign it to you."

"How strong is it?" A smile flashed in Xue Tong's eyes.

"Very strong, very strong." Singer said seriously without noticing the expression of Blood Pupil. "It's so strong that I can't imagine. In fact, even if I challenge it this time, I don't have the confidence to win. No, to be precise, I have no confidence at all."

"I would have died without your joining."

"Oh?" Why did you challenge it with bloody eyes?"

"I don't have time." Singer gritted his teeth, and a light flashed in his eyes. Then he started to talk slowly.

As time passed little by little, Xue Tong finally knew the origin of the matter.

It turned out that this was indeed not an ordinary mutant beast. In fact, even Singer himself didn't know how strong or big this mutant beast was. He had only seen one corner of this mutant beast in his childhood. But that corner was nearly a thousand meters in size, and easily destroyed a gathering point on the other side of the mountain.

At that time, Singer and his mother lived in the gathering site. He saw with his own eyes a huge steel falling from the sky, crushing and crushing the tallest building at the gathering site like a heavy hammer. Countless bullets exploded, killing the residents of the gathering site in a pool of blood. He was still young, but he witnessed the cruelest hell on earth. His mother and his friends were all killed by these bullets. In the end, none of the entire gathering site survived, and he escaped the disaster under his mother's body.

At the end, Singer slowly opened his military uniform and let Xue Tong see a huge scar on his mouth. The scar was on his right heart, and it looked like a hideous ghost face.

"A bullet penetrated my mother and I at the same time, and my mother died at that time. But I survived because my heart was on the left. But every time I saw this scar, I felt a lot of pain in my heart."

Singer said calmly, as if he was telling another person's past. "For this mutant beast, I have been training for fifteen years and collected information about it everywhere. But I have not learned much. I just found a legend."

"What legend?" Xue Tong asked with his eyes narrowed. He was finally a little interested in this enemy. One corner alone was a thousand meters in size. He could easily destroy the power of a gathering point and fire countless bullets. Can such things still be called mutant beasts?

"When the eighteenth blood moon, the huge devil came out of the earth. It carried ancient sins and blood thirst, sowed death on the earth again. No one could survive before it, as if no one could resist the call of Pluto. It was God's punishment, the end of human sin."

Speaking of this, Singer looked up and looked out the window. "The blood moon is a unique weather for x35. I calculated it every fifteen years. In another seven days, it will be the time when it appears again, and that was the eighteenth blood moon in the end of the world."

"It's coming out!"

"Blood Moon?" Xue Tong was slightly surprised. Of course, he also knew this weather, but he didn't know that Blood Moon would be associated with this mutant beast. And that legend... who spread it?

He closed his eyes slightly, and his bloody eyes fell into deep thought.

This matter has little to do with him, but since he promised Singer, it is impossible to stay out of it. What's more, x35 is his hometown. If the legend is true... Such a terrifying mutant beast obviously has the power to destroy the world.

Of course, this destructive world does not mean that it can destroy planets, but according to Singer's description, it is very likely to destroy all life on planets. You must know that one blow can destroy a gathering point, or just a corner of the body. If you walk out, even the Land of Paradise will be destroyed in a daze. There is no cosmic warrior who can stop it at all.

As for those armies... they are not worth looking forward to at all.

Feeling the cold night wind outside the window, Blood Eyes sighed. Could it be that x35 will always be with disaster and ruins?

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in the blood pupil's eyes, and anger surged.

"What are you going to do? If it is true, you are definitely not a match for it alone. And why don't you seek the help of the Bloody Parliament."

"No one believes my words." Singer smiled bitterly and lowered his head. "No one believes that there will be a mutant beast as powerful as it is. What's more, in the end of the world, everyone is alive for the sake of living, so who will pay attention to the demons hidden under his feet?"

"Then why do you challenge it?"

"Because I have to do it!" Singer replied firmly. "My mother and my friends have been destroyed by it. I will never forget that bloody night. I woke up in a pool of blood. My body was covered with blood, which was my mother's blood. Then I saw my mother's eyes, a pair of white eyes, like dead fish. There was no familiar warmth in that eyes, only strange dead white. I was very scared at the time, but now I think about it. It is a revelation that I must face it again and return to that fate."

“Because that’s what I’m living.”

A sense of responsibility...

At this moment, Xue Tong suddenly realized that this was what Singer wanted to say. He survived that night of destruction, but he carried the blood debt to himself. So he always thought about going back over the years. It seemed as if an invisible force was driving him.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, this is a demonic obstacle, a pathological manifestation of a person's extreme pathology. But in the eyes of blood pupils, this actually has another meaning.

Perseverance...or paranoia.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Singer lowered his head, poured out a glass of wine from the big wooden barrel he had just taken out, and drank it down. Then he wiped his mouth.

"But that's what I think. I'm not a savior, nor do I want to be a savior. But I just want to go back, go back to that bloody night, grab the damn mutant beast from the ground, see it with my own eyes, and then break its head. Put it in front of my mother's grave. Let it also see the dead white."

"That is the white of fear... the white of death."

“It’s time to give it back.”

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