The sky was still a blazing red aurora, as if it would never dissipate. But their light was much fainter than it had been a year ago, at least when the sun had set and nightfall, and the world had finally dimmed—every piece of gravel reflected a faint glow, like a great neon sign in the sky above the ruins.

The ruins of Zamboanga have been enclosed by a long wall. There were soldiers on the walls who were on guard patrol, and there were fires that were densely packed together - although they were not as bright as searchlights, they could still illuminate an area of more than ten meters outside the wall.

Nowadays, it has become a key object of protection, and it has also become the focus of competition between the amount of human power and the amount of species power.

Humanity is trying to search and find traces of the species and the remnants of Li Zhen in the ruins, and the species – or their agent, the Gate of Truth, are doing the same.

Probably there has never been such a group in human history - "human rape". This is the name given to the members of the Gate of Truth.

No one knows how they were able to survive in the Fallen Zone, just as it is impossible to understand why there would be such a group of people who call themselves "the Chosen People" and have decided to exterminate the rulers and rulers of the earth and establish the so-called "Garden of Eden".

Almost every few weeks, xenos emerge - humans who have awakened again and regained considerable intelligence infiltrate the area, and then stealthily try to find something. Ordinary soldiers were a little powerless in front of the creatures - even though they were only mutants whose bodies had been strengthened to the pinnacle, their speed and sheer strength made them quite difficult to deal with.

As a result, fierce battles often unfolded in this ruin. The only thing to be thankful for is that humanity has a "prophet" here.

A prophet who persistently believed that the man was not dead and was bent on saving him from the ground somewhere.

Although she does not seem to be powerful, she is not only a prophet who can command them to hunt down the enemy efficiently, but also a close lover of the general.

In fact, in the minds of many locals, when the word "general" is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind is the huge figure that appeared in the city of Zamboanga on the day of panic.

Whether it's because of the Empire's propaganda machine or the grateful word of mouth by others, at least in the area around Zamboanga, the word has become synonymous with that person.

Today is the 371st day after the Zamboanga incident. Although the anniversary festival had passed, sporadic civilians arrived from afar after dark, placing candles or bouquets on a flat ground not far from the Zamboanga protective wall.

It is said that a year ago it was an artillery position – where the artillerymen had paid their respects to the general after they had wiped out the huge species.

The local defenders acquiesced in this behaviour – even though they had actually stepped into a restricted military zone.

It was 9:45 p.m. It seems that the last one has also left.

The soldiers, who had been closely following the movement of the crowd under the wall, let out a sigh of relief. At the sentinel point, he tilted his head slightly, relaxing the tense muscles in his neck. The ground dozens of meters away from him was already covered by candlelight, and the light was like a group of lights on the wall and reflected the surrounding area of dozens of meters, which made him feel a little like a year ago when the searchlights were turned on. The surface of the earth is as bright as day. Even a mouse can see it clearly.

But it's in this slightly relaxing effort. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him.

He immediately tightened his grip on his gun, and stepped to the other side of the wall in two steps to look down—

A cat.

A civet cat glanced at him from the rocks of the ruins, its eyes reflecting the light of the lamp. Fluorescent sparkling.

The sentry was startled by it, and then laughed and scolded: "Little thing! ”

The ruins were once completely lifeless, but as time went on, wildlife grew. It's just that there are no plants and trees here, and even insect chirping is rare, so I really don't know what good things this tanuki can find.

So the sentry ignored it and turned away.

The tanuki lowered its head and licked the ball of its right foot and then its left, then simply sat down on the rock, washed its face with its two front paws, and scratched its ears.

Then it stretched, jumped lightly, and walked along the road with a serious expression.

The cat had come in when the "city gate" was opened - as a stray cat, of course it knew that there would be a lot of food in places inhabited by humans, but the tanuki miscalculated this time.

Within the city walls, in addition to ruins and ruins. There are a few places where humans live, but those in uniform don't produce a lot of household waste and dump a lot of scraps like ordinary people. Their living conditions are just as deep and stiff as their uniforms, and they look impersonal.

Somewhere on Tanuki Zhilu Road, there will be people cooking food and distributing it to all parts of the city at a fixed time. However, there are still a few military dogs there. The big ones upset it, so it instinctively avoided it.

So far, the tanuki has not found food for three days and is hungry. Instinct drove it deeper into the city, which had not yet been explored on a large scale, in the hope of a windfall.

It stopped abruptly, looking to the side alertly.

There was a single piece of slightly larger concrete, with rusted steel bars exposed. But in the shadows next to the clods......

There is a ringing.

It prostrated itself and cautiously walked over, staring at the deep darkness with wide eyes.

There was a clatter, and a small piece of stone fell.

The tanuki jumped slightly, its four paws delicately moved to the side, and let out a low growl. The short fur on its body stood up, and it looked like it had grown in size now.

But the thing in the shadows didn't respond to it. Instead, he moved lightly again.

The tanuki tentatively approached, stretching out its right paw.

The other party did not get angry.

Then it became emboldened and flicked it with its left paw.

The thing rolled out.

A small clump of pale stuff. It looks squishy, like a marshmallow – but no bigger than a tanuki's eyeballs.

The size of the prey made the civet cat's fur fall again, and it sat down in front of the thing, tilted its head, looked at it intently for a moment, and then flicked it back and forth with its two front paws.

The "marshmallow" slowly changed its form, like a small cloud of color.

Nature makes the cat excited. After a moment of fiddling with it, it lowered its head to the ground, looked at each other with its two large eyes, and then jumped around it like a prey, stirring up dust on the ground.

The tanuki played for two minutes. The thing just moved slowly, and then ignored it.

There is no cooperation of prey. The tanuki quieted down. It suddenly stopped and looked at the thing for a moment. Bow your head and eat it in one bite.

The stomach warmed up, and the tanuki felt that his body was full of strength again.

It sat back down and yawned wide, washed its face again, and ran briskly off into the distance.

Half an hour later. It saw a bright light.

It was a small simple house. The windows are softly lit. The house is on the outskirts of the crowd. It looks like a "lonely house" - even the nearest soldier's camp is more than a dozen meters away.

Light represents warmth. It ran over and leaped onto the windowsill with the force of its retreat.

So I made eye contact with the girl inside.

Right now, Zhang Kesong is sitting on his desk writing a letter. Not her personal letters, but a detailed report on the skeleton excavated today.

Tomorrow there will be a special car to deliver the letters from the city along with them. Transferred to a nearby base and sent to the Reich by a modified jet. It's just that she was in an excited mood, and three typos appeared in a row on a piece of paper. So she crumpled the report in exasperation, rubbed her eyes, and looked out the window.

It turned out that there was a cat there.

A civet cat with a pretty coat color, as if it had just run out of someone's house.

The little thing looked at her motionlessly, not running away or making any other movements. Zhang Kesong's previous depression disappeared because he saw it, and tried to stand up slowly—the tanuki only stepped back slightly.

So she leaned over to the window and pulled one open. The tanuki hadn't run yet, but raised a small paw slightly.

Zhang Kesong picked up the canned luncheon meat on the table, shook it at the window, and said softly: "Come on." ”

The tanuki sniffled and looked at Zhang Kesong seriously, as if he was thinking about something important about the survival of the universe.

After a dozen seconds, it made its decision. Slowly, step by step, I sniffed the wet tip of my nose at the opening of the can. So Zhang Kesong put the can on the table, sat down and pulled out a brand new piece of stationery, and continued to write.

After a few moments, she heard a soft, "snapped" sound. The tanuki jumped lightly onto the table, the short black fur of the tail tip sweeping over her letterhead.

Ke Song didn't look up, only smiled slightly.

By the time she finished writing the last line of the report, it was already 10:40 p.m.

The tanuki curled up on her desk and purred slightly, moving from time to time, burying its head in its two small paws. Zhang Kesong sealed the envelope, stamped the urgent seal, closed the window, and reached out to touch the tanuki's body.

The little thing's hair was shiny and shiny, and its body was incredibly hot, like a small stove.

And she felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen, so she hugged the tanuki on her lap. The tanuki only opened its eyes and looked at her impatiently, and let her crumple herself into a ball.

Then Zhang Kesong closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Four days a year.

However, she never believed that Li Zhen would actually die. Just as she didn't believe before, Li Zhen would be some kind of traitor.

How ridiculous - a group of ill-intentioned people forced him to leave his homeland and have no home to return to, and put such a shameful hat on him. However, the power struggle is not over, and the second aurora appears. At the same time came the nationwide panic, the news of the fall of the Pacific Fleet, and the terrible species of Zamboanga.

The threat of war and extinction has changed so much – the struggle at home is like two children entangled with each other, and when the curtain is lifted by an unknown force and they find themselves on a battlefield of blood and flames, everything that had been before becomes insignificant.

Because the nuclear weapons and strategic striking power that they regard as the most precious have lost their effectiveness.

Ying resolutely told her about the domestic reaction after Zamboanga's species was wiped out - first panic.

Humanity has lost the power to destroy cities and lands, but an incompletely awakened species can create millions of refugees. Even though the transmission of information has lagged due to the complete paralysis of electronic devices, the matter has been known to the public under the impetus of people with good intentions.

Then came the massive protests – a city in the Philippines was devastatingly destroyed under the powerful rule of the empire, while the military did nothing...... The news left most people dissatisfied, and at the same time deeply worried about their situation.

What happened on the other side of the Pacific cannot be hidden, and neither can the things that Li Zhen did.

Therefore, under this pressure, the dispute between the two bases was finally forcefully suppressed. In order to calm people's fears and dissatisfaction......

The victim is pushed onto the stage.

Creating a hero is always effective in soothing people's hearts and reshaping people's messages, but ......

In her opinion, this is just another insult. How could he be happy to see that what he did was being used by that kind of person.

The cat's purr in his arms became louder and louder, and Zhang Kesong opened his eyes.

Two patrolmen walked outside the window, and the canopy was still blood-red.

She frowned slightly, put the cat on the table, stood up and walked to the door.

I always feel ...... Something is wrong.

She felt her mood agitated, and a sulk was building up in her chest. Although there are many theories that can explain the abnormality in his current situation - such as the menstrual period, such as the discovery of the bones suspected to be Kitagawa Haruaki during the day......

However, I still feel panicked.

It's as if the stomach suddenly hangs in the air, hanging in the body. Every breath is accompanied by a slight feeling of stuffiness......

It's exactly the same as the day the aurora appeared.

That is, on that day, his own abilities "evolved". Originally, she could only sense certain people and things simply, but at the moment when a strong light suddenly came, she suddenly had a terrible hallucination.

It's as if the whole person has jumped out of this world and watched everything that happened on the land - everything that happened on the land of Zamboanga.

She was convinced that what she was seeing were fragments of that day—the effects of which were exactly as described by the survivors.

If this is the power of the prophet, then what happens next?

At that time, she had only one thought in her heart - if it was a species, let the species be completely eliminated and let her Li Zhen survive.

Afterwards, Miss Ann told her that it was indeed the power of the "prophet" that she had used—observation.

In other words, I made a prediction.

So far there is no precedent for the failure of the prophet's "observation" – what about Li Zhen?

The species has indeed been completely wiped out, but what about him? (To be continued.) )