The icy raindrops danced wildly with the hurricane in the reinforced concrete city, like a crowd of people fleeing in despair, crashing into the hard walls, and ending up in pieces. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Thirteenth Apostle who came to this world through the Dark Gate sat on the eaves of the roof of the steel building with his hood on, and a pair of eyes without temperature looked coldly at the tumbling dark clouds in the distance.

"It's such an interesting world." He said this, and there was only indifference in his voice.

The thirteenth apostle's favorite thing to do was to think, and in that world he was a world-renowned scholar who had learned the means of mastering natural energies other than the energy of death by studying books handed down from antiquity.

However, demons are demons, and even the incarnation of an apostle cannot escape the hatred of all other things towards him, and even the emotionless natural energy repels him to the extreme.

This time he came to this world to carry out a mission, and the Thirteenth Apostle could only borrow the huge energy remaining from the dead Zero Apostle to forcibly enslave the wind elemental to perform the technique of controlling the weather.

This time the Wind Elemental was very obedient and obedient, and this obedience made the Thirteenth Apostle, who had been ostracized, very happy and sad, because he was afraid that he would never be able to summon these favorite little ones again.

"That's fate."

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and slammed down on the spire of the tallest building in the distance, the TV Tower. The only light of the night instantly illuminated the entire vision of the Thirteenth Apostle. He seemed to see a cold light approaching him.

A huge sense of crisis filled the heart of the Thirteenth Apostle, but there was still only peace in his eyes, but his body leaned forward instantly, and the whole person fell to the ground - he actually chose to jump off the building.

At the moment when he jumped off the building, a sharp explosion of air severing appeared where he had been sitting.

A blue-purple figure appeared on the roof of the steel building, the man was holding a half-man-long knife, and sighed regretfully: "It's really a keen intuition, can't you let you hurry up and complete the task and go back to rest." As he spoke, he also jumped and fell like a meteor following the trajectory of the Thirteenth Apostle's fall.

In this way, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other in the dark night, and the eyes of the thirteenth apostle, who had no warmth, reflected the samurai with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

An apostle and a heroic spirit descend in the wind, like two boulders standing in the middle of a rushing river.

"I'm here to kill you." Heroic Spirit said.

"I know," replied the apostle.

"Then don't resist, it's your honor to die under the blade below." After the Heroic Spirit finished speaking, he waved the sharp blade in his hand, and the invisible sword qi cut through the frantic wind, cutting off the boundary between time and space, and came to the apostle in an instant.

Obviously it was just a swing of a knife, but in the eyes of the thirteenth master and apprentice, it seemed to be split into three knives, he was not good at hand-to-hand combat, he couldn't dodge, he could only raise his arm to resist, only to hear the sound of his left arm cracking bones, and his arm showed a bend of more than ninety degrees, but it was not broken.

"It is worthy of being the old enemy of the Heroic Spirit, and it is actually able to block the secret sword that can be blocked - Yan Anti" The Heroic Spirit couldn't help but admire, then put away the knife in his hand, looked at the dark street not far away, and then disappeared.

In that darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes full of killing and frenzy were staring at the place where the Heroic Warrior had disappeared, and the powerful magic of death overflowed from her petite body uncontrollably. That feeling was even more dangerous than the dead Apostle Zero.

The Apostle who initiated the spell had left the center of the formation, and the source of the driving typhoon had died, but once the great power of nature was made, it would not die casually.

Typhoons can last for hours, if not days.

This assassination only reduced some precipitation, and it can be seen that many low-lying places will still be flooded, such as Ontario.

Zheng Yi had already returned to the student activity center, he took off his wet coat and collapsed into a sofa in the corridor, surrounded by only one police officer on duty, the same Xiao Zhang during the day.

Zheng Yi looked at the unfamiliar ceiling with a melancholy face, people are middle-aged, and they know more things, such as this disaster will completely break the daily life of all human beings, making most people ruined.

"Xiao Zhang...... Are you married? Where's the family?" Zheng Yi said to Xiao Zhang, who was standing guard not far away.

"Director, I haven't married yet, but I have a girlfriend who works at the First People's Hospital of Anshi...... My family is in rural Hebei. Xiao Zhang replied worriedly.

"In the hospital?" Zheng Yi touched his beard that was slightly raised, and said, "In the hospital...... Hope it's okay......"

"I called her, but no one answered, and I was worried." Xiao Zhang said what was on his mind: "So...... Director, I want to leave the team and go to her. ”

Zheng Yi didn't answer, took out a somewhat damp cigarette from his shirt pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and thought.

Obviously, if Xiao Zhang went alone, even if Zheng Yi didn't know that there was already a demonic beast, he thought that the probability of Xiao Zhang's death would reach more than 7%.

After all, if you go by car, it will attract a large number of zombies, and you can't get out of the car to search for it, and if you go on foot or by bicycle, you can't reach the hospital at all, let alone even if you reach the hospital, according to the number of patients in the hospital, there will only be more zombies.

So Zheng Yi couldn't let Xiao Zhang go.

"Don't be stupid, you can't do anything yourself, you can only lose your life in vain."

"But, Director, if she waits, her chances of survival will be even lower." Xiao Zhang said slightly.

"That's not going to work, now that the army has a rescue team going over there, all you have to do is save your life before you get news of your girlfriend." Zheng Yi comforted.

Xiao Zhang didn't answer, just nodded with a worried face.

Lin Xuan's side also encountered some trouble, a sophomore boy knelt on the ground, begging Lin Xuan to send a team to rescue his girlfriend in the third girl's dormitory, according to him, he called his girlfriend because he was worried about his girlfriend, and the other party hung up without picking up, the boy was worried that his call would cause his girlfriend to be found by zombies, and his life would be in danger, so he hurriedly asked the student council president for help.

Although this kind of behavior is very stupid, Lin Xuan can also understand it, but it is dark outside, and there is a violent wind and rain, and it is impossible for him to send the few people with combat effectiveness to die.

Therefore, Lin Xuan could only try his best to appease the junior brother and promised to send someone to help find him during the day.

After that, there was no chaos all night, and all the monsters and zombies that tried to get close to the shelter were disposed of with all the care of Shirou.

The first night of the disaster was so long, and in the darkness, the fear in the hearts of the survivors would consume all hope.

The seriously injured girl hid behind Shen Kuo and fell asleep, having nightmares that had nothing to do with her, her face was pale, her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were gathered together, cold sweat was left from her forehead, she felt the worry of countless people for their relatives, the despair of countless people before death, and the desire for life of countless people.

From the first perspective, she felt the helplessness, fear and despair in the hearts of those survivors in the face of death, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The most important thing is that every time someone dies, she seems to die herself, and she hits the girl's heart that is not hard enough.

This is what you have to bear as hope, because only by feeling despair can you better understand the value of hope, and as long as you get through, the strength of the girl will make great progress.

I don't know if there will be sunshine tomorrow, I hope the sunshine can soothe the girl's traumatized heart.