Standing in the depths of the earth where countless "guards" stood, the belly of the doll called the Stove Cowboy, the surging flames are getting weaker and weaker, and the warmth that emanates is disappearing, and the survivors in a circle, the outermost strong men are about to lose consciousness, and they are about to die.

"Bang"

The sound of flames being smeared from the matches replenishes the extinguishing stove instantly.

But whether it's the little girl, the survivors, or the postman Walter Cranston, there is only sadness and despair in their eyes.

The matchbox in the girl's hand was empty.

Just now, it's the last one.

And their prayers don't seem to work.

"Perhaps this is our destiny, this planet, all life here, must be in peace with the brings of death. ”

"Leave, messenger who brought fetishes, we thank you very much, at least you brought the last warmth, enough, enough. ”

The flames jumped, reflecting an old figure.

He was the only old man among the survivors, short in stature, on crutches, as if he was going to die at any moment, but under his snow-white eyebrows he had a pair of eyes full of wisdom.

His voice was gentle and calm, and his gaze was kind.

If the world recovers, led by such "wise men", this surviving race can prosper again...... When this thought flashed through Walter Cranston's mind, he saw that the wise man had already taken the little girl's hand and, along with the rest of the survivors, began to whisper some kind of song.

Unknown language, strange tones, but it did not prevent Walter from hearing a calm and open-mindedness that moved him immensely.

"They are all ready, they are bidding farewell to the guards with a death song, and they are welcoming death with the warriors. ”

Although they didn't spend much time together, Walter liked the group very much.

Walter let out a slight sigh and put down the huge package behind him, without turning to rummage through the other oddities.

Instead, he stretched out his hands and prepared to rip off his clothes.

Calculate while moving:

"Eh, with my strength, if I risk being frozen and burn myself, I should be able to hold on for a little longer, and I hope the Juggernaut will receive my plea for help as soon as possible. ”

"It's really hard work, but in comparison, it's obviously much easier to fight the monsters who invaded the Federation, and the perverts who are mystical and self-generated. ”

Walter Cranston had just lifted the postman's overalls on his chest with both hands, when suddenly, as if he felt something, he jerked his head up.

"Here it is, it is the breath of the Lord, and the great He has responded. ”

Walter's uncontrollable roar made all the survivors, including the little girl, follow him into the depths of darkness.

"Boom!"

In their eyes, there was a reflection of something at the same time.

Light!

Incomparably dazzling, incomparably warm firelight, coming from the infinite mysterious heights.

That's a sun!

It seemed to have a clear destination from the beginning, ignoring all obstacles and falling towards the starry sky.

By the time that light shines down, it has come completely.

The darkness vanished, turning into tiny shadows and beginning to hide around the world.

In the warm and scorching light, this frozen and frozen world began to thaw, and the darkness and coldness containing divine pollution could not resist the power of the solar furnace, and began to dissipate little by little.

They all saw the countless guards who had died in the darkness against the "Screams of Hatred", and they had enjoyed the light of day.

Suddenly, the little girl with a sad face jumped up, and she pointed not far away with excitement.

It used to be frozen black earth, but now it is thawing, becoming soft and moist, and a touch of emerald green is slowly growing beyond the limits of the soil.

Bang!

In an instant, everyone's hearts and souls were struck.

They couldn't contain the tears on their faces, they couldn't tremble in their bodies.

In their eyes, more green appeared, the whole earth was revived, green grass sprouted, delicate flowers bloomed at the feet of the heroes, the warm sun shone down, and the gentle breeze with the fragrance of earth and flowers .......

The survivors stared at this "miracle" image, and they were all stunned.

......

"The power is good and the location is suitable. ”

"Most importantly, it's a very outstanding piece of work. ”

In the dollhouse, Tang Qi, who was sitting in a work wheelchair, unconsciously praised himself.

At the same time, the toys and candies around him also cheered.

Tang Qi looked at the dark and cold world that had returned to light, and unconsciously smiled, the W-shaped mustache above his lips trembled, and the strange laughter was about to come out again.

Fortunately, he stopped him by eating sugar, and now Tang Qi has found out.

The "Toom Wheelchair" under the ass seems to have a hidden setting: although the successor will not be forced to change to Toom's image, he will move closer, which will also cause some other habits to start moving closer to Toom.

For example, some kind of oral fetish.

Or the way you laugh.

If you don't want to be affected, just get up from your chair.

Or fighting with his own will, it is not difficult for Tang Qi nowadays, especially since he has realized this.

However, Tang Qi neither got up, nor did he deliberately fight against it.

"The toys are very fun and the sweets are delicious. ”

"Tum's daily life is like this, and it feels more refreshing than many Dominant-level gods. ”

"Well, it's Happy Candy again, luckily. ”

When Tang Qi sighed, in the light and shadow screen in front of him, the postmen were still working hard.

There is a lot of child labor.

Shae, Noah, Hannah, Peggy, Austen, Ayesha...... Although these children have all graduated from the [Witch School], it can't change the fact that each of them is still a child.

But every kid is excited about being called up for jobs like giving away toys and candy.

They completed it even faster than the fantasy wizards, and many of them had "accidents" similar to the dark and frozen planet just now, Tang Qi thought that the children would send for help, and he was ready to make a second strange toy to solve.

Unexpectedly, the children solved it on their own.

Every mail delivery is like an adventure for them, and they solve a lot of problems with their child's unique ideas.

Of course, it doesn't always succeed.

Without waiting too long, Tang Qi soon received another "request for help", and his eyes immediately fell on a light and shadow screen in the corner, and the bloody and foul smell diffused through the light and shadow.

......

On a gray-black planet, the earth seems to have only one color, a dull color that represents death and decay.

The world is slipping into complete ruin, and everything is eroded by the dead silence and decaying wilderness.

And in the borderless wilderness, there are twisted figures wandering.

They move slowly, their limbs are at strange angles, and they don't seem to have any feelings or emotions, just slowly squirming like zombies.

In fact, their pale, foul-smelling bodies, rotting spots, and saliva that occasionally trickle from their mouths resemble dead creatures like zombies.

Lost self and soul, subservient only to some bloodthirsty instinct.

Especially when they hear certain sounds, their sudden bursts of agile movements, and the crazy blood in their eyes, all verify this.

Originally, these "zombies" will gradually decay and turn into dirt and dust.

But somewhere in the distance, something seems to have happened.

The various sounds that gradually expand attract more and more zombies.

They all seemed to wake up, and began to run wildly, shaking their limbs, spraying foul stench and salivation, and their rotten eyeballs did not turn, staring straight into the depths of the earth, the last bright colors that gradually emerged.

There, towering...... A city.

The walls are hundreds of meters high, separating the inside and outside, and there are still many living buildings and a clear breath of life in the city.

But now, these beings are agitated, unleashing feelings of fear and despair.

Endless "zombies" are besieging the city, they are the craziest beasts in the world, desperately stacking, climbing inside the city walls, the stench of their bodies, pouring in along the wind, so that hundreds of thousands of survivors have varying degrees of vomiting and fainting symptoms.

But none of this matters.

Because this last city is about to fall.

On the high city walls, many smudged warriors held all kinds of guns in their hands, and each warrior's facial features seemed to be frozen, crazy, sad, and desperate.

None of them would be willing to shoot these zombies if they could.

Because they all know that they were once heroes.

That abrupt "apocalypse" struck, which could have killed all humans on the planet, until these heroes stepped forward, emitting an inexplicable light, standing in the wilderness and attracting terrible screams.

In the process, all human beings saw that the heroes seemed to have been subjected to the most horrific torture.

They wailed and rolled in pain.

They could have returned to the city, and the light on them could protect them temporarily, but none of the heroes gave up.

No one knows how terrible the heroes have endured, and it is from their wails that this fortress city, known as "City of Hope", was founded.

Unfortunately, the last hope will also be dashed.

Although the apocalyptic disaster has stopped and disappeared, the heroes have terrible sequelae.

They all lose themselves and begin to try to take the city of hope.

And the last hope of the city is not the warriors with guns, who have long proven that no matter what the weapon is, it will not work against these "lost heroes".

What is still guarding the city is an ancient tree that grows wantonly, with many vines, and even expressions, wisdom, and speech.

It only takes one seed to fall, and an ancient tree that is large enough to protect a large area will grow automatically.

It was these ancient trees that almost enveloped the city, temporarily withstanding the frenzied onslaught.

But everyone could hear that the ancient trees were being gnawed.

One by one, they are dying of vitality, breaking and falling.

They looked at a group of ragged children, each holding a small cloth bag with many seeds in it, but now it seemed that they had been planted.

The children looked at the other child who had given them the "seed", ten identical girls to be exact.

Hannah!

She was carrying a huge package with a helpless face.

Hannah pulled the group of children together, and prayed to Donchi in an even more illogical, innocent, and immature voice.

ps: Is it acceptable to you about the follow-up of our light family, there are still a few chapters in the outline, will you feel water?