From star abyss

People in the city are all zombies.

Not everyone is satisfied with college life. For example, Luther, a country boy from Lanju Village, is not very adaptable to living in a dormitory with four people to a room. With the money he earned from working in the past two months, he moved out of the dormitory and settled in a special university. Rented a house in the Workshop Industrial Park in Rivera City.

As an engineering student, this choice is not bad. Although he did not enter a top university, the college he attended was also a capital institution, which was definitely much better than the local ones. He was not particularly busy with his studies. He could earn some money by working part-time every day. The life of freedom is definitely not bad, but it is getting more and more boring day after day.

Adults always say that people who go to big cities will become parts in factories. Luther disagrees. He feels that he is different. After all, among so many candidates and question-answers, he has gone through many trials and stood out. How can he stand out? That said, it is also unique.

Until he was busy running around the streets of the city, living in school, and working in a place where he worked. This kind of three-point and one-line life day after day made him completely lose his original self-confidence.

The busy and boring daily life and high prices made him turn his dreams into money and sell them. Dina never had enough money to spend. No matter how much money she made, she could not change her inner anxiety and worry. The material comparisons of people around her made him feel more and more inferior. Then he became numb. There was always a heated discussion among classmates about academic qualifications and postgraduate entrance examinations. Cases came one after another. Luther, a boy from the countryside, heard the term "devaluation of academic qualifications" for the first time.

The involution and pressure ate up Luther's soul. The uniqueness he was once proud of seemed extremely small and ridiculous in the streamlined interstellar metropolis.

People in the city are all zombies.

Early in the morning, Luther pushed open the apartment door and saw his neighbor's headless body rolling down the stairs without him noticing at all.

Walking through the streets with his head lowered, he looked like a zombie, his eyes dull and insensitive. The report he had been rushing all night yesterday made him dizzy. So much so that the guard and security guard were torn apart at the waist, with the intestines and lumbar vertebrae torn apart in front of him by a tall and strong soldier in colonial uniform, without being able to notice.

None of the four members of the research team is in charge, and today he will take the stage to report.

Luther turned on the magic projection as he walked, and made repeated revisions with dark circles under his eyes to make sure that his modeling and tables were OK. The cold numbers and magic radiation made his eyes sting, but he had to continue writing.

A round head fell at Luther's feet. Without thinking, he kicked it out and shouted habitually without raising his head: "Little Jack, this is the forty-seventh time. You are not allowed to play ball on the road." !”

Perhaps because he was too tired, he did not notice that little Jack's body was hanging on the street lamp and was burned to char.

‘The light is now white, please pass. ’

The blood-stained traffic lights began to flash, and Luther walked across the road with the projection. The streets on both sides were filled with dilapidated and burning cars and horse corpses. Crows were constantly circling in the sky, and mosquitoes, flies, and ghouls were fighting to uncover the truth. The woman's long skirt - or is this not a shameful act of harassment, after all, the woman only has her lower body.

Luther walked along the street, walked skillfully into a cheap convenience store, opened the refrigerator door at the door, and took out an omelette sandwich and lemon soda pop.

He temporarily switched the information rune to the payment page, completed the self-checkout, lowered his head and picked up the things, and did not forget to politely say to the proprietress who physically opened his heart at the door:

"Good morning, Aunt Anna."

He broke into the empty subway station, ran all the way and jumped off the escalator that was littered with corpses. He waited with his toes on the ground for more than ten seconds. A soldier in colonial uniform took out his forearm from the citizen's chest, turned his head, and quickly opened his eyes with three eyes. Focusing on Luther's figure.

Buzz——

The train pulled into the station and the door opened. Luther stepped onto the train in a daze and skillfully found a seat to sit down. He was so familiar with this train that he had to sit on it every day, especially the armrest on the far right side of this row of seats. Sitting there was a young and fashionable female mage wearing black stockings.

After going back and forth, Luther had already become familiar with the female mage. He moved his eyes slightly downwards and saw those beautiful calves wrapped in black stockings, stepping into high heels in an orderly manner. He immediately felt a sense of comfort.

"It's great to see you again, Miss Ruth. You are quite busy today, right?"

While Luther was revising the manuscript of the report, he was talking and laughing with the lady next to him:

"I have to go on stage later, but I saw that this is the only thing I can wear - hey, I really want to graduate early and make money to buy decent clothes so I can meet people."

He opened the sandwich, wolfed it down, finished it three times, filled the drink with one hand, and typed quickly with the other.

The female mage beside her seemed to be in a bad mood today, and she didn't say anything. She sat quietly next to her, like a corpse. Luther glanced at her: she put her hands on her legs and stared calmly ahead, seeming to be thinking. own loss.

But this is normal. In the city, everyone has their own troubles.

Crack, crackle, crackle, crackle—

The virtual keyboard was typed rapidly, and the train stepped onto the ground, passing through the blood-shrouded city from the viaduct. Explosions and smoke rose everywhere. The colonial soldiers were like spiders or cockroaches, climbing on the walls of the buildings and breaking the glass. , using its tentacles with suction cups to dig out living people.

[The train is about to arrive ahead: Biglade Gate Station]

"Okay! It's finally done, now there's no problem!"

Luther put away the projection excitedly, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the beautiful mage next to him. She was still so quiet and beautiful, sitting there quietly, staring ahead, with a beautiful face, like a statue, with no flaws to be found.

"Miss Ruth, you must be very busy today, so I won't disturb you..."

Miss Ruth sat there quietly, with clear eyes and exquisite makeup, she lived like an urban beauty and a social elite.

Luther blushed and pretended to drink the empty soda, avoiding his eyes, fearing that he would be caught peeking at the other person.

"People in my hometown say that people in the city are zombies."

He whispered, fearing that the other party would hear, but also fearing that the other party would not hear:

"But you are not, Miss Ruth. You are special—"

Click, click, click!

A harsh voice suddenly came from the radio:

"Emergency report! Emergency report: A group of terrorists, armed with advanced colonial troops, launched a terrorist attack on our city! All citizens and friends please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for rescue by the military and police forces!"

In the train cab, the top soldier in colonial uniform slowly raised his head from the withered body of the conductor.

"The terrorist is identified as a serious criminal in Layabuchi - Zangetsu!"

The colonial soldier raised his hand and tore open his chest, revealing the mark of the blue waning moon on his heart.

"I emphasize again: All citizens and friends please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for rescue by the military and police!"

[Dimension bomb confirmed activation]

"Don't go out! Don't go out! Don't-"

Squeak!

The first half of the carriage disappeared in an instant, and the train suddenly braked suddenly. Luther's body flew out instantly, and Miss Ruth beside him immediately fell on top of him and fell into his arms.

"... Damn it! What the hell is this!"

After a moment, Luther came back to his senses. He stood up from the shattered carriage and helped Miss Ruth stand up:

"Did you hear the news just now? There might be terrorists nearby, Miss Ruth, we have to leave quickly..."

He suddenly realized something was wrong. Although it was not the first time he held a girl's waist, he always felt that the touch felt a little strange. The fingertips embedded in Miss Ruth's slender waist were sticky and wet. If he touched it carefully, he could still feel the stickiness. Slippery, soft tubes fall from fingertips.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Luther turned his head stiffly and looked at Miss Ruth's face: she was still quiet and beautiful, as elegant and noble as a marble sculpture of a goddess.

It's a pity that this statue is only half, with a straight and symmetrical cut along the middle of the eyebrow.

People say that don't like a girl's appearance, but like her inside.

Luther clearly saw what was underneath Miss Ruth's beautiful appearance: a tangled mass of broken intestines, only half of the lungs left, and steaming kidneys. His fingertips were not just wrapped around her waist, but It was applied directly to the waist.

At that moment, Luther understood that it was indeed not easy to like a girl.

He put down Miss Ruth - or Miss 'Ruth'.

Luther turned his head, and there were sounds of magic and destruction everywhere in the city. The squirming sounds of the colonial soldiers' flesh and blood sounded a bit funny and cute. Combined with their monotonous and pure eyes, they looked a bit natural from a distance.

But when they take to the streets and use blood coagulation guns to tear living people into minced meat bit by bit, their innocent eyes don't look too cute.

In particular, they set their sights on Luther.

…………………………

The Night Butterfly Federation's "Guangming" class battleship turned on the stealth mode, passed through the sea of ​​clouds, and hovered in the air.

The waning moon is like a monarch, he occupies the seat of shadow. Sitting leisurely and contentedly on the clouds, the entire Trivira was trampled under his feet. The colonial soldiers were killing people in the streets and cities, and the squirming sounds of muscles echoed with the screams and screams of the crowd.

People's pleasure is nothing more than watching the chaos grow, watching the killings expand, watching the blood flow into the sea, and seeing the corpses pile up into the mountains.

"Now, Trivilla is completely dominated by us, Dad!"

Mo Zilan said excitedly:

"An interstellar civilization was actually invaded into the back garden by stray gangsters like us, ha, it's simply unbelievable."

"What do you mean by a stray gang?" Zang Yue sneered: "The days of interstellar pirates are over. From now on, we are warlords."

After painstaking efforts and many years of lurking, a full 30,000 colonial-armored troops were invested in Trivela, and the sunk costs were incalculable.

But as long as they get the fragments of the Discrimination Eye, the forbidden knowledge will definitely make them recover their cost.