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Chapter 810 Chapter 809·"TE·Resurrection of All Things (4)"

Under the world broadcast, there are all kinds of things in the world.

The city-state was in chaos, with money, gold, silver and jewelry scattered everywhere.

In the firelight, people's greedy and crazy expressions were reflected, like evil ghosts in hell.

"Boom-boom-boom-!"

Fires rose from various buildings. People shuttled through the chaotic streets, and the flying bills slapped their sallow and thin faces, like giving them several heavy slaps.

More and more crows flew over, stopping on people's corpses to peck at their eyes that were corroded by the black mist.

In the sky, the world broadcast continues:

"——Human beings are creatures that weave their own meaning. In this long war, we have done our best and achieved our mission in our own meaning."

"——In my eyes, you are perseverant, brave, and rational. Even in the face of powerful enemies that can crush the world, you still show your brightest side. How many people fought against fate until the last moment."

"——You are the heroes of the world. Your spirit of unity and friendship is the spirit that best represents mankind during the War of Dawn..."

"Kick him to death!" In the chaotic neighborhood, a group of people stabbed each other to grab the flying banknotes.

"Burn this house down. If I can't rob it, no one can rob it!!"

In the chaos, people's faces were like the most terrifying devils, and in the black mist, there was a terrifying and greedy laughter.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”

A middle-aged man covered in blood stood up from the fire, his hands covered with blood. There were jade ornaments, gold chains, and silver chains hanging around his thick neck... They were also stained with human blood.

The middle-aged man held the head of an unknown person and laughed loudly. He was already insane:

"Let's all die! Let's all die! Don't even think about living! When you die, you only have rags, but when I die, my neck will be full of jewels! I will definitely be a rich man in my next life! I will definitely be a rich man in my next life. People with high personality! I am luckier than you! I am luckier than you! Hahahahaha——!!!”

"Die! Humanity is finished! We are all finished!"

"Tawei! If you can hear me, save me! I don't want this ruined world anymore. Please, save me. I want to join your civilization! I want to live!!!"

The dancing fire was bright and dim, and the people's steps were obviously not loud, but they seemed to make a sound like the earth was shaking.

"Boom".

"Boom".

"Boom".

Every step that fell was like crushing all previous human efforts into the mud.

On the side of the street, a young girl with a ponytail stumbled forward. She kept calling a boy's name and cried while shouting:

"A'Zhuo, A'Zhuo..."

"Come back quickly. I won't stop you from joining the army. I don't want you to buy me a diamond ring. I just want you to come back. Azhuo, where are you..."

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped.

At the other end of the street, a familiar figure staggered towards her. He has a slender figure and his right shoulder is slightly slumped, much like her lover A Zhuo.

"Azhuo?"

Ad Zhuo walked towards her step by step. His steps were extremely heavy against the background of people beating, smashing, robbing and killing people.

"A'Zhuo...are you back?" The girl held the diamond ring and took a few steps closer to her lover, A'Zhuo.

Azhuo was wearing a white protective suit and carrying a gun. He seemed to have just returned from the front line, and his mask was broken. He and the girl with the ponytail had been lovers for many years and had agreed to get married. However, when Project Dawn began, he took the initiative to go to the front line. Before leaving, the girl had a fight with him over this.

Now that he is back, he must want to come back to see her at the last moment.

The girl took a few steps forward. She wanted to give her lover a hug, even if it was just before she died. She also hopes to enter the end with him.

However, when A Zhuo walked completely in front of her, the smile on her face faded.

Blood-red light flickered on the back of Adhuo's neck, and his eyes had turned bright red. Judging by the brightness of the red light on the back of his neck, he had been completely invaded for a long time, almost turning into a walking zombie without even memory or reason.

"..." The girl looked at her lover who had lost his mind quietly.

"After being invaded, what obsession did you rely on to come back to me step by step?" the girl murmured to herself.

The front line is so far away from here. There is no food, no heating tools, and no scooter. He just wears a broken protective mask, unconsciously, relying on the obsession before losing his mind, leaping step by step across the vast sand, standing on top of his head. Walking back to see her through the stinging black mist.

How can human beings have the will to break through the limits of their bodies to do such a thing?

She also stepped closer to him and threw the ring on her hand into the burning fire next to her.

"Stab it."

With a soft sound, the diamond ring that once made her lose her temper with him fell into the intense flames and disappeared.

"Do you remember me?" The girl stared at him tremblingly.

Azhuo tilted his head, his scarlet eyes showing confusion. He looked at the girl as if he was looking at a magical thing. She seemed to have a completely different meaning in his eyes than others, but he couldn't remember anything.

……who is she?

...Why did he have to go such a long way and suffer so much pain to come back to find her?

...Why was he so sad when he saw the scars eroded by the black mist on her face?

who is she? who is it?

Soon, uncontrollable violence and madness emerged from his scarlet eyes, and his last thoughts were completely suppressed.

When the irrational Azhuo rushed towards her, the girl did not resist.

In the end, the invaded people will attack others indiscriminately, just like monsters.

"Azhuo, the soldiers said that if the person with the red light on the back of his neck survives, the density of the black fog will rise and you can't stay here." The girl said, "I'll take you with me, okay?"

Ad Zhuo squeezed her neck tightly and nodded in confusion.

She stretched out her hand, hugged him tightly, and pulled him back step by step until he retreated into the flames behind her, leading him to fall backwards. At the end, Azhuo seemed to realize something, and the last trace of clarity showed in his pupils, but he did not resist, but hugged her tightly.

"I, love, you." He said brokenly.

"Stab" sound.

A pair of lovers fell into the flames, their hair mingled, their cheeks touching, making a "crackling" sound of their skin cracking, revealing their skeletons that were soon burned black.

"I love you……"

This was the girl's final response.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The bell tower of the city-state rang the bell at six o'clock in the morning.

A pair of white birds on the bell tower fluttered their wings and flew to the sky together.

During this eternal night, fires were burning everywhere in the city, and they never stopped for a moment.

…

In a house under the bell tower, a white-haired old woman stared at the fire and closed the door.

She put the sweater she knitted for her grandson on the bedside, opened the cabinet, bent her waist, and slowly found dozens of pills as bright as roses.

"Are you still eating noodles today?" Sitting on the rocking chair next to him was an old man with squinting eyes.

After hearing this, the old lady spat:

"Old man, the noodles you made are so salty, I don't want to eat them in my life."

She lined up the pills in her hand and placed them on the old sewing machine.

Threads of black mist floated into the room through their drafty windows. The old woman stroked the knitted sweater in her hands and leaned next to the rocking chair. She was wearing her favorite large floral jacket when she was young, a silver bracelet, and a pair of black cloth shoes. She looked into the mirror.

"Don't look at her, she's still as beautiful as she was when she was young."

The old man in the rocking chair stretched out his hand to her.

She squinted her eyes, wrinkles on her face, smiled, and held her old man's rough hand. Their heads were leaning against each other, their silver hair tangled together, as if they were one body.

"Will you still eat noodles in your next life?" the old man asked her.

"Put less salt and less oil. When you come to chase me in the alley again in the next life, remember to cook a bowl of noodles with chopped green onions..." the old lady said.

"You are the only one who has many things to do." The old man said.

After swallowing the overdose of pills, the old couple leaned against each other, held each other's wrinkled hands, and slowly stopped breathing.

They were head to head, shoulder to shoulder, as if they were asleep next to each other.

Under the dim light, the silver ring on the old woman's ring finger glowed.

A bowl of hot chopped scallion noodles was on the table, with white steam still floating in the dark mist.

…

"Stab-"

Su Mingan lowered his gaze.

Fires were burning everywhere in the city-state, and the entire sky was dyed red.

Pure white data flow enveloped him, and from the surveillance images frame by frame, he saw countless lives.

At the end of the world, some people choose to meditate. One by one, they put their shoulders and necks against their shoulders and necks, and their knees against their knees. They held their chests with their hands, their backs were straight, and their lips were pursed tightly, as if they wanted to live and die with the city-state.

Researchers from outside scientific expedition teams are still walking on the road, dragging heavy instruments, and the bright green behind them is like starlight.

A girl draped in black cloth walked up to the bones and closed her eyes to pray. In the outside world, there are still priests from the old days who recite prayers for the dead.

The travelers who wanted to go home held each other's hands tightly. Even if they were eventually eroded into ashes by the black mist, they still insisted on taking the last step towards their hometown until they collapsed completely.

The soldiers, whose pupils were burned through by the black mist, walked in groups, laying down corpses along the way, insisting on transporting resources to the energy station.

They are idealists.

I believe that spring will come, I believe that this is not the end of mankind, and I believe that as long as we do our best, we can achieve a happy ending.

I believe that their city lord will bring the light of recovery to mankind, and I believe that what they leave behind is more than just cold words and images. I believe that hope will never dry up and the pearl will not be covered with dust.

From a personal point of view, the difference between winning and losing in this ending is almost the same, because a person's life is too short, far less than the evolution of civilization that counts hundreds of millions of years. But looking beyond the individual, from a broad cosmic perspective, any civilization has experienced the process of adaptation and rebirth after destruction.

——When the ethnic group reappears, everything will be the history of civilization.

"Please continue to transport, and don't let Captain Li's sacrifice go down!"

"Don't worry about our safety!"

"I am willing to issue a military order and will definitely bring the resources back to you!"

"Go forward - go! Go!!"

Su Mingan stared at these pictures and listened to these sounds. He remembered his promise. He once led the entire human race to declare war on the self-proclaimed god Weiwei, and he also witnessed all the efforts of the ruined world.

He looked at the list of tens of millions of deaths on the screen, and the numbers in his eyes became increasingly blurry.

God always puts a world riddled with holes before his eyes and tells him that you must save them. He was asked to turn the tide, he was asked to find the only way out, he was asked to ignite the star in the dark night, he was asked to become a torch, and he was asked to fight with all his strength until the last drop of blood.

But this time...

The rule of man and machine, the replacement of old and new eras, secret keepers and betrayers, city-state rule and outer city peeping, the confrontation between armies and factions, and the battle of civilizations.

The surviving people go to the new next century, and the pioneers who fall before the dawn are endless.

——What about the next century?

——Where is the ship of Theseus?

Will the method he is quietly conceiving now to break the situation be correct?

Could it be that a god who exists in zero dimension, loses everything, and cannot die, is the end of civilization?

That Zhai Xing...

Liming System stood behind him, silently watching Su Ming'an, as if accompanying him, but also monitoring him.

A white bird flew outside the window.

It landed on his mechanical ring, pecking at the metal pattern of "t-0321", then landed on his shoulder, rubbing against his reddish eyes.

"Crash-!"

The wind in the early morning was slightly cool, and there was a faint light on the eastern horizon, which was suppressed by the heavy black fog. The outlines of the distant buildings were clear and blurred in the light and death, and the surroundings were quiet and solemn.

He was silent for a long time, then put the radio in his hand and said the last broadcast:

"Civilization is an abstract concept. Civilization without people is just a legacy. What is important is people, not the meaning of civilization. I know this very well."

"It was me who failed to resist the successful invasion of Tawei. It was me who failed to let you win."

"I am deeply sorry for this ending. I will take the last fire of mankind, plan the last chance to counterattack, and hold the last information and resources of mankind..."

"——I express my sincere respect to each of you."

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"I couldn't take you into spring."

"sorry."

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