Colonial Suit

Four months or so, not long, not short. What could happen?

It could allow a cosmic warrior to undergo a deep meditation, touching the rules once.

It could allow a primal Titan to take a breath, or even snore.

It could also allow a civilization to erupt in revolution, making a turnaround.

But for the current universe, it can only allow all life to smell the breath of death and hear the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

The Black Tide has already broken through the defenses of the Third World and begun to divide the region. 80% of the universe has entered the Black Tide's destruction zone. Below the Third World, most of the vast starry sky is occupied by the Black Tide, with only scattered spaces remaining like isolated islands. The lives on these islands live in fear every day, as if they will disappear in the next moment. But if the Black Tide doesn't arrive, they seem to be able to survive forever.

No one knows when the Black Tide will descend from the sky...

Seventh World, x35.

The sun shines on the earth, under the blue sky, green mountains and clear waters, and the sea is azure.

The violent storm of death has gone far away, and the doomsday x35 has also ushered in a new life. The Black Tide seems to have brought a mysterious power, transforming the environment of x35. The terrible radiation has disappeared, and the cold and storms have also moved away. Now x35 is like a brand new planet, exuding endless vitality from the inside out.

People in ragged clothes walked out of the underground shelters, looking blankly at this new world. They were at a loss, not knowing if this was still the homeland in their memories. Wasn't the cold, brutality, and death as natural as breathing? Why, why is it so warm? So kind?

A moose stopped in front of them, curiously looking at these beggar-like creatures. Its simple mind couldn't understand what these creatures were thinking. Perhaps a few months ago, it was still a muddled mutant beast, but now it has a new body and a new way of survival.

After looking for a while, the moose felt a little bored. It jumped and ran into the distance, planning to taste the fresh leaves. It had already found them. It would definitely be a rich lunch.

"Bang!"

A flying spear pierced through the back of its head, pinning it to the ground.

"God, it's really a moose, a native moose!" A scavenger ran over from behind and exclaimed in surprise after checking for a while. He was very thin, starved to the point of being skin and bones, but the light in his eyes was like a hungry wolf.

A moose... an unpolluted moose, what a huge fortune this is! The meat is definitely not just top-grade, I'm afraid it's more than special-grade. Enough for him to get rid of poverty and become rich..." The scavenger thought excitedly, his mind filled with this windfall.

But his excitement ended there. Because at this moment, another big hand reached out from behind and touched his neck, then twisted and snapped it. With a click, the scavenger fell down limply, revealing a burly figure behind him.

It was an even stronger hunter, with black hair like a bear.

In the apocalypse, fighting and killing is normal, and this hunter was just used to it. But when he killed the scavenger and picked up the moose on the ground triumphantly, he suddenly widened his eyes.

On the distant grassland, a black shadow was jumping quickly...

It was a herd of deer...

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At the same time, deep in another canyon...

Shangri-La...

Liya was mixing a drink, blue, green, red, all kinds of juices mixed by her skillful hands, presenting a very clever balance. When she stopped, a cocktail with seven colors, bright and attractive, appeared on the bar. Liya picked up the glass, looking at it with blurred eyes...

The juice is beautiful, as beautiful as a rainbow. Like a new life.

Outside the bar, the sun shines on the earth, and hardworking people have already begun their day's work. Unlike some areas, Shangri-La was the first to feel the new world, and the environment here is much better than the outside world. People have become accustomed to creating wealth through hard work. The shadow of the apocalypse seems to be getting farther and farther away from them.

"Liya." A voice sounded outside the door, and then a man walked in. He was burly and wore a rare set of armor, looking particularly sturdy. It was Bosu'er, a rising star in Shangri-La who had reached the strength of a trainee mercenary.

Although the apocalypse has not been gone for long, people have begun to get used to this new world... endless resources, beautiful skies, everything feels like a dream. People are freed from the cold, and the first thing they do is integrate. When food and resources are no longer shackles restricting reproduction, then the speed of human development will definitely shame any race.

In this environment, Shangri-La will naturally join in.

Bosu'er is a representative of this. He was originally the most outstanding hunter after Singer, and he also obtained advanced armor from the Land of Paradise. He has become a role model for the younger generation in Shangri-La. Young people continue to follow in his footsteps, boys admire him, and girls desire him.

But everyone knows that Bosu'er already has someone in his heart. And his sweetheart is the owner of this bar, Liya, known as the Flower of Shangri-La.

Liya is not young, she is already in her thirties, which is definitely considered old among women in the apocalypse. But because of this, she has a unique charm of a mature woman, which is particularly intoxicating.

As the owner of the most famous bar in Shangri-La, she has been here for many years. What she does every day is sit in front of the bar and mix drinks.

Her hands are very skillful and stable. Her slender fingers are like flying butterflies. The juice she mixes is like a dream given by the gods, making everyone who drinks it fall in love with it.

But no one has ever pursued Liya, not a single one.

There is only one reason, and that is the legend that Liya has a very, very strong backing, a backing that even the King of the Land of Paradise cannot afford to offend.

Cosmic Mercenary, Singer.

It is said that Singer was also a hunter in Shangri-La, and even became a captain in the Land of Paradise, but left the Land of Paradise for some reason, and was appreciated by a cosmic mercenary, thus leaving this apocalypse. Liya is his woman, and also the sister of Haji, the lord of Shangri-La.

But all of this is not important today. Bosu'er, who has grown to the strength of a trainee, believes that he will definitely not be much worse than that Singer, plus his newly acquired armor and the identity of a league councilor, he feels that he has the right to pursue happiness.

So he walked into the bar and came to Liya.

"Liya!" He stared at the woman in front of him without concealment, his eyes so hot that even the stars would melt.

"I want you to be my woman."

"I want to drink the glass of wine in front of you."

"This glass of wine is called Farewell. If you drink it, you will die," Liya replied, speaking softly without even raising her eyelids. "He left it for me. He said he would definitely come to pick me up. So I mixed it, so that I can still retain a dignity in this apocalypse."

"Don't force me..."

"Farewell."(To be continued..)