Global Wasteland: My Evolutionary Path

In the northwest of Wangyue Continent, there is a fertile land called Dajiang.

Eight hundred years ago, this was a place of human carnival and was known as the city that never sleeps.

The majestic Colosseum, the 5,000-year-old Wangyue Ancient City, the legendary Tongtian Temple that can reach the sky, and the endless flow of caravans make this city glow with infinite vitality.

Five hundred years ago, the plague was rampant and the country of Dajiangzhou was established. Although there was no war here, many people died. People in this land began to abandon their faith and indulge in pleasure. The supremacy of money led to the poverty of the people living here.

The wealth gap is getting wider and wider.

Three hundred years ago, the Wula River that originally crossed the border suddenly stopped flowing. The originally lush and lush forests began to become deserted, the dense vegetation began to wither, animals began to die in large numbers, and the grain harvest began to fail.

When the groundwater also dried up, the disaster began.

Jinbi became worthless in the face of hunger and thirst, and people began to sell their souls for a bottle of water.

Old people died in batches, followed by children, and finally adults. After the plague, the city with a population of tens of millions dropped sharply to less than two million due to lack of water and food.

The houses were empty, and someone died in almost every house.

Until a hundred years ago.

The numb people began to give up their jobs and lived only on relief supplies. They were muddle along and many people no longer recalled the past or looked forward to the future.

The theocratic rulers who had been guarding this land chose to abandon it, and the entire Dajiang began to enter an era of anarchy.

The army was disbanded and riots broke out.

There are all kinds of street fights, and people die every day.

Mutated genes began to spread quietly, and various low-level mutated genes appeared in this city. In order to get a little pleasure from the injection, more people chose to mutate.

In order to obtain the last remaining resources, several major forces began to break out into conflicts and wars.

The war lasted for nearly ten years.

The population dropped sharply, until now yellow sand covers the city.

The ruins of the Colosseum were in ruins, and the ancient city of Wangyue had long since disappeared, leaving only a boundary monument. However, the Tongtian Temple was once again flourishing, and people expected miracles to appear again to lead believers out of the sea of ​​misery.

The vibrant frontier disappeared from people's memory, and was replaced by the vast desert wasteland it is now.

This place is in ruins.

People began to call this place the ruined city.

There is no water, no flowers, and no future here.

Only the scorching sunshine during the day and the cold wind at night cycle over and over again.

People living here cannot see the light.

There are no lights or electricity here, just starlight and moonlight.

Along with the night comes blood and nightmares.

Many people died in their sleep.

The ruined city was pitch black under the dark night.

It is such a place that is gradually being forgotten, and a gleam of light emanates from an ancient building.

Tongtian Temple.

A red priest was holding candles and lighting all the candles in the temple.

The bright light dispelled the darkness and illuminated his thin face.

Behind him, there were two priests in black. They lowered their hands and walked silently. They were wrapped in black robes and covered their faces with black gauze, leaving only a pair of eyes. They followed the red priest like ghosts.

When all the candles in the temple hall were lit, the originally dark temple became brighter, with a hint of warmth mixed in the brightness. This warmth came from the heat emitted by the candles.

At this time, there was a burst of messy footsteps at the door of the hall.

An old man was carried in sitting on a chair.

Messy hair, dull eyes, thin clothes, trembling body.

He is on his deathbed.

Behind him was a group of temple believers. After entering the main hall, they prostrated on the ground, facing the statue of the god deep in the main hall.

There is a statue of a demon with wings.

The demon has horns on its head, angry eyes, a ferocious face, and a huge sickle in its hand. It looks weird, yet tall and majestic.

This is the belief of the people in the wilderness. Since the gods have abandoned this land, the devil will come to the world. It will also protect believers and harvest the souls of pagans.

"God says that He will direct your way out and drive away all darkness for you."

"God said that all suffering arises from the heart. The heart does not arise. Suffering does not arise. Suffering has no place to live. It can be liberated everywhere."

The red-robed priest came to the old man and gently touched his forehead with his hand.

A halo of light appeared under the hands of the red-robed priest, and then disappeared into the old man's forehead.

The old man in the wheelchair who was shaking all over seemed to have gained some kind of strength and stopped shaking. His originally dull eyes showed a glimmer of light. He stared at the statue in the distance, as if mumbling to himself, and then

It's like telling something to the gods in your heart.

"God, I don't dare to sleep now. Whenever I close my eyes, it feels like I'm being dragged into hell."

"I didn't even dare to close my eyes. I felt like my whole heart was being restrained. This bell felt like it was suffocating me."

"I haven't slept for two days... I'm so sleepy. My eyes can't focus now and I can't see clearly..."

The old man's voice gradually became quieter as he spoke, until it was inaudible.

Just die.

Seeing that the old man was dead, two priests in black stepped forward and carried the old man toward the depths of the hall, where there was a circular altar.

After putting the old man on the bed, the priest in black slit the old man's neck with a knife.

The blood began to flow along the blood trough of the altar to the blood pool on the side.

As new blood flows in, the originally dry and calm river of blood in the blood pool begins to roll, and blood bubbles continue to bubble, as if something is struggling at the bottom of the blood pool.

After the old man's blood was gone, two priests in black came to the altar, carried the old man to a stone coffin nearby, and started pouring oil on the dead old man.

Thick flames rose and the bodies began to burn.

"God prays."

As the voice of the red-robed priest sounded, the worshipers who bowed their heads and knelt down began to chant: "O God, I would like to cast your body with my blood, illuminate you with my body, and pray for you with my soul..."

The believers in the distance chanted along with the red-robed priest, and the entire hall was filled with voices.

"O God, please come to the world, and we are willing to be the dust under your feet, and we are willing to dedicate everything we have."

As the red-robed priest finished speaking, the sacrifice ended.

At this time, two more priests in black appeared at the door of the hall, each holding a bottle of turbid water with sediment in their hands.

The prostrate believers straightened up and raised their hands in the air. The priest in black began to pour water into the hands of these believers.

Everyone can get a bite, no more, no less.

The believer who received the water put down his hand and held the water to his chapped lips.

After drinking the water, it was not enough. They began to lick their palms vigorously, not daring to waste a drop.

After the corpse was reduced to ashes, they left the hall silently, looking forward to the next sacrificer...or in other words, looking forward to another sip of water.

Some people died during this long wait.

Some people become experimenters of mutated genes in search of water sources.

As a mutant gene experimenter, you can get more water.

The premise is that you don't die.

People die every day.

Death has become the most common thing here.

After the believers left, the red-robed priest looked at the blood pool that had calmed down and said with some regret: "The flesh and blood of these people are still too weak."

"A truck of new water will be delivered tomorrow," the priest in black said.

"Not enough, far from enough."

The red-robed priest didn't know whether it was because there wasn't enough water or because there wasn't enough blood flowing into the blood pool.

"Sir, there is a performance at the Colosseum tomorrow, will you go?"

The red-robed priest shook his head, blew out the candle in front of him, and said with a hint of ridicule:

"Let them enjoy those nihilistic carnivals..." After saying that, he asked the priest in black beside him: "Are the pirates coming soon?"

"Should be on the way already."

"May the gods bless them all the best...I really want to take a bite...the sweet and sour grapes!"

The priest in black swallowed.

In this barren land, there are too many better expectations than faith.

Such as food, tobacco and alcohol.

Fortunately, this moment has finally arrived.

Thinking of this, the priest in black seemed to have discovered the light.

As the candles were extinguished again, the temple was once again plunged into darkness.

Only a low voice echoed in the temple:

"May the light be with us."

——Thank you to the two girls, Y Zhen Qingfeng and Qiao Qiao Beauty, for your compliments and appreciation~shake hands——