The 'past', 'present', and 'future' will all collapse at the same time..."

"What should we do, Dabei?" the radio man made a harsh voice.

"Is there any way? Resources can be generated out of thin air. But did [Wewei] give you a way?" Su Min'an'er said: "Hand over Beilise in exchange for resources. Renmei

If you want to live, you can only go through that road."

I suddenly raised my head.

"He listened." I said, "Here he goes again."

Under the sky, the sound spreads throughout the world.

[Hand over Asa Geng Pengming. Push me to the edge of the world, and you will give them enough wealth and resources to survive...]

[Hand over Asa Beilisse...]

That voice has not echoed for many years. At first, people were worried about such nonsense, but as the invasion deepened, no one really received the resources given by [Wewei], too 4

People are bewitched by [Wo Wei] and become new believers.

The refugees died due to the expulsion of humans. When they were about to die, [Wewei] gave us resources, saved us, and became our god.

Su Mingan'er closed his eyes.

"Yes, you have to go and help me so that you can escape from the world again..." Su Min'an'er said, "They are staying outside, waiting for you to come back."

The retreat from the war was not smooth.

Because the goal of the war is fundamentally clear.

Kill one red-eyed army, and another one will appear. They will never be bewitched, and no one will ever be invaded. Andiwei once again released the missionary aura screen recording trick, which can be fatal

The problem is basically in that aspect.

The shortage of resources is the smallest obstacle to human survival. [One and a half dimensions] is in the dimension where the bottom and the top are connected, and there is no way to get support. Unless it lasts until the world is reset in 72 years.

That poor land, without God's care, became like hell.

The dungeon is open on the eleventh day, at night.

In the 65th year of the Catastrophe, the population dropped sharply to seven-eighths of the original number. Among them, death by starvation, freezing and other methods of death accounted for a small minority.

Andewi was sitting by the bonfire in the ruins, and next to me were the confused Sen and others.

The war of 49 years after the Cataclysm must have been to fight against the gods' camp and enter the realm of gods. That war had almost no purpose, as if it was just for the sake of killing. Hui

We talk about how many red-eyed enemy soldiers we kill, but the number of people freezing to death is always increasing. The army can kill, but it can't save anyone.

That is never-ending despair.

"What kills humans is the gods, faith, and humans themselves." Sen murmured.

...Tai Shaojiu hopes that we hand over the city lord.

Suddenly, I saw Xi stood up.

In the middle of the crowd with injuries all over your body, you hurriedly walked out. Everyone looked at you, who was also covered in injuries.

"Please Xiaojia, you have to give up." Xi said, "You have to protect the people of Doomsday Territory and fight to the last moment."

You lower your head and hold your head high:

"One by one, you would rather freeze to death due to lack of resources. You can also be killed by the bewitched people of [our dimension]... That is not the meaning of your fight."

Ask about the meaning of desperate fighting.

Just for a different way to die.

Your face is covered with frostbite, and the temperature inside is getting higher and higher. This is the heat that goes straight into your soul.

"Commander, handing him over will solve the problem. It will only lead to greater despair." Xi squatted down, held Andewei's hand, and clasped the eighty-eighth ring you gave me to me.

Heart.

You murmured, as if trying to convince yourself:

"He's the best thing to lose."

",..." Andewei did not speak.

Although the situation was difficult and there was no guidance from God, I relied on my own judgment of the situation and tried my best to lead people to that year. Did my companions also

Abandon and always protect me.

Although it is difficult, people also say that I seem to have lost my god-like wisdom and become a person with a bad heart.

But we came forward.

I felt a tightness behind me and Xi hugged me.

That hug contained no lust, it was just a way for the hot people to keep each other warm.

Your eyes are wet and cold, your breath is cold, and your originally delicate skin is full of scars and frostbite.

When you hugged me one by one, I still felt as if I was frozen and had no real feeling.

Your face rubbed against my chest, your lips were cracked, and you still insisted:

"I will hand him over..."

"Why do we always have to sacrifice him in order to achieve a barely watchable ending..."

"We've already reached that point, who wants to be the first to admit defeat..."

People look at us.

Has anyone ever said something like "hand over the city lord"?

We struggled in the heat and fought outside in the white night, always hoping that the war would start and that we could find new resource exploration points.

Although what we were greeted with was not despair.

Human beings are not creatures that struggle to survive, and they have survived to this day just for this little bit of humiliating belief.

"...You know, you love them." Andewei put a hand on your thin back.

A subtle song came out, and then it became smaller and smaller. The scarred people sang loudly, behind the burning bonfire, as if they could keep themselves warm and keep hope in their hearts.

A desperate world.

In the long night, only we inspire you, trying to retain the voice of the morning star.

We sang songs that originated during the War of Dawn, and lowered our heads in the wind that felt like our hearts were being quilted, as if we could glimpse the dawn.

"There is no singing, is it worth stopping to listen to?

"There is no ideal that is worth sacrificing one's life?

"Honey,

"Honey,

"It's his voice..."

"Please don't be afraid outside in the white night,

"Watch the dawn of new life with you,

"You have no freedom...

"The heart is run by the lamb between 0 and 1,

"Sure butterflies are dancing among the flowers of data,

"Honey,

"Honey,

"Do electric sheep dream of spring...?"

We are a bunch of electronic sheep struggling in a cycle.

Electronic sheep also yearn for spring.

[Historical records indicate that the War at Dawn in the Ruined World [(Catastrophe 32 - Cataclysm 72) lasted for seventy years.]

[Before the start of the "transition period" from Catastrophe 49 to Catastrophe 63, people ended a more desperate war. 】

【That time, we found any enemy.】

[The smallest enemy… stems from human beings’ own desires and greed. 】

[More than 78 million humans died in that heat and hunger.]
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