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"Doing this for the teacher is not for you, even if you become a god and enjoy a supreme life, you still have to shoulder the responsibility on your shoulders. Nowadays, it is difficult to find such a life of idle clouds and wild cranes. ”

"But isn't Master also taking on the responsibilities of this world now?" Qing Yan asked puzzledly, the master was deliberately looking for the savior, and he also brought him here, obviously to help the savior save the world.

"Take the initiative in your heart, and passively take on your life."

Qingyan carefully understood what the master said, and the master chose to help that person because of the good thoughts in his heart. It is not because of God's destiny that he is commanded to help the world.

The tea boiling on the stove is bubbling with wisps of fragrance, coiling in the air and flying into the distant sky.

Under that sky, there was a different scene. The greenery of the mountains and forests is gone, replaced by shocking killing fields.

The towering walls of the power grid are hung with countless corpses that have had their hearts and brains eaten, and these corpses are not even lucky enough to be zombies. Their only role is to add a little nutrients to this burnt, charred land.

The primary corpses are under the control of the high-level zombies, wielding their decaying bodies to attack the last line of defense of the people.

"Unit 003, request support, request support."

The soldier took the pager in his hand and shouted eagerly, there are too many zombies here and too dense, there must be high-level zombies hidden behind these low-level zombies, otherwise they would not have attacked them in such a step-by-step and planned manner. If they hadn't driven tanks, I'm afraid that they would have been followed in the footsteps of those on the iron fence at this time.

Suddenly, several agile third-order zombies rushed out of the dense group of zombies, and they jumped quickly on top of each tank, stretching out their huge claws and pulling out the soldiers inside. In an instant, the soldier's body was torn apart, and after the third-order zombie had eaten the soldier's brain and heart, he casually threw the soldier into the zombie group.

Low-level zombies swarmed up, and the soldiers' bodies were instantly left with only wreckage.

"I'll make sure you retreat safely." The soldier said to the man behind him.

The man looked like he was in his twenties, and his hands were holding the document bag in his hand.

This group of soldiers originally numbered 100 people, and in order to rescue themselves safely from the fallen area, there were only a dozen tankers left in the battle at this time. The man couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and lowered his head in shame. He wants to live, not for his own life and death, for these soldiers who died for him. The purification agent has been successfully researched to fundamentally solve the problem of zombies.

To save humanity from the fear of being eaten by zombies every night, so he must go back.

This soldier was the captain of the team, and as soon as he gave the signal, several other tanks immediately understood. Make a bloody path for him and cover his retreat. The tank spontaneously formed a protective wall, increased its firepower to the maximum, and launched a final fight against the zombies with a determination to die.

The captain's technique was excellent, and he spun around quickly, deftly avoiding several large obstacles, and headed towards the nearest base.

However, the speed of the tank was too slow, and the protective wall of the tank behind it had been dismantled, and the corpses of those soldiers who died for themselves had instantly turned into bones.

The man looked at the scene displayed on the display on the right side of his tank, and tears slowly welled up in his eyes. In the third year of the apocalypse, scientists at major bases installed miniature cameras on their tanks and planes to prevent sudden attacks from behind the enemy. At this time, it has become a man's last look at those who have died for him.

"Dying on the battlefield is the glory of a soldier." The captain held back tears, as a soldier at this moment, he could only be proud of their arrival. He can't cry, he still has important tasks to do. Maybe the next second he will be as heroic as his teammates.

"We can't get to the nearest base." Looking at the picture from the display screen, the distance between a group of third-order zombies and them was only a few tens of meters, and behind them was a large wave of low-level zombies.

"I'd rather die than let these things fall into the hands of zombies." The man said resolutely, at this time he was not afraid of life and death, if the documents in his hand could not benefit mankind, they must not fall into the hands of that group of zombies. Some of today's zombies have evolved to have higher intelligence than ordinary people, if this thing falls into their hands. There's a good chance it could be crafted into a weapon that could harm humans.

"Okay."

The direction of the tank left and turned, rushing towards the cliff waterfall a hundred meters away. Before the end of the world, it was originally a resort area, but now it is a place where men end themselves.

"With such a beautiful view, why be afraid of death."

The captain looked at the approaching third-order zombies, and was afraid that before they committed suicide, these zombies would kill them. Fill up the tank and take the autopilot mode. Pick up the broadsword at hand and rush out of the tank without hesitation.

Hop on top of the tank and stand on the only entrance to the tank's door.

The man swung his knife and cut off the head of a third-order zombie that rushed up.

"Even if Grandpa dies, he will be buried with your brutes." The man burst out laughing, and the knife in his hand waved wildly.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, there are more and more zombies around, the clothes on the captain's body have long been torn by the zombie minions, and the flesh and blood are blurred, but he has long been ignorant of pain, what is there to fear of death, brothers and brothers are here to accompany you.

Jump off the tank and plunge into a horde of zombies. The zombies quickly surrounded and devoured the man, and even though the pain of devouring bones was transmitted from his body, the man just stared blankly at the sky.

"Hahahaha." Let out the last laugh of my life, brother, I'm coming.

The tank rushed towards the cliff, and the speed of the tank was not enough to fly towards the cliff under the chase of the third-order zombies. But with the captain's delay, everything is unknown. The man closed his eyes, he tried his best, and the soldier tried his best, and he had to accept whether he successfully fell off the cliff or was eaten by zombies.

The tank fell from the cliff at a rapid pace, and the third-order zombie who had just climbed onto the tank quickly withdrew, and the third-order was already a little intelligent. At least, it won't rush forward as desperately as low-level zombies.

The tank fell rapidly, and suddenly a white barrier appeared in the air below the cliff. The tank crashed swiftly into the barrier, and there was no trace of it. The moment the tank disappeared, the white barrier disappeared in an instant. Everything is back to square one.

Because of the high-speed fall, the man fell into a coma, and a spiritual light slowly penetrated through the cracked cap of the tank.

"Young man, it's time to wake up." The distant voice was mixed with a satisfied smile.

"Who?" The man struggled to open his eyes and looked at the white expanse around him.

"Someone who has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me? Am I dead? The man pointed at himself in disbelief, as a scientific researcher, the man never believed in ghosts and gods. Everything now shocked him, it turned out that there was really another world when people died. (To be continued.) )