[There's a monster in front of me, and I smell it...... The smell of the stomach is twitching.

These...... Monsters, who have taken over our cities, have brought nothing but destruction. People have always said that if our ...... Civilization being replaced by this evil creature is the most unjustified thing...... Are the gods dead?

Or is it the one who dominates the world, originally a demon?

I've always ...... I also think, but these monsters are not what we imagined...... Beast, I communicated with this monster on many topics, and it showed no worse intelligence than I did, if it ...... Put away the contempt for me, and perhaps we will talk to a more esoteric ...... (Atlas partially missing)

I dissected it and found that its anatomy was ...... Advanced. Ugly appearances are just our definition, just as they define us as ugly. But it's fair to say that their bodies ...... More...... I can't fool myself.

Others call me "the Son of Iron", but I now doubt that our resistance still has meaning, our strength...... Is it? Or is it right?

Are they better than us?

Are they better than us?

Are they better than us?

Are they better than us? 】

Gu Jun can understand seven or eighty percent of this note when he looks at this note, and he can probably guess what the meaning of the pen is if he can't understand it.

The more he looked, the more the basement vision churned in his mind, as if he could hear the man who had written the notes muttering in confusion......

"It doesn't seem to belong to this world." Gu Junxin said, "At least it doesn't belong to this generation. ”

Encroaching on the city and bringing destruction, it is clear that this man's race and civilization have been cornered by this monster.

And this kind of monster has also appeared in this world, there should be a lot of them, and he has personally dissected a chest specimen of them......

"There was a kerosene lamp in the basement, and the paper was still parchment...... The level of science and technology in the world in the notes should be only equivalent to the state on the eve of the industrial revolution in Europe, right? Although our Homo sapiens are not as good as this monster in physical fitness, we have a high level of technology, so now the Heavenly Machine Bureau can still destroy them. ”

Gu Jun thought about it, the Gatling gun could shoot more than 1,000 rounds per minute, and the plate bones of this monster would definitely not be able to stop it.

It's just that he remembered the banyan disease...... No matter how powerful the machine gun is, it needs to be controlled, and if a plague breaks out, it will be even more terrible than a monster......

Gu Jun looked at it a few times before turning off the atlas and opening the three-page diary instead.

As he watched, he muttered in his mind, adding his own speculation to some words he didn't understand:

[October 21, Year of the Rose____ Ribdi Peyani

It's raining so hard today that people often say that it won't rain so much in the Year of the Rose. But compared to recent events, the weather pales in comparison.

The spread of coughing up blood has expanded again, and it has gone out of control from Billon City to Elli City. In the city of Shahr, the first case also appeared.

The news made me want to vomit, I shouldn't have reacted this way, I graduated from the Carlop Academy, the highest medical school in the Empire, and studied all known medical techniques, delving into the principles of how the human body works, not to tremble in the face of a disease.

The medical students of the Carlop Academy have always had high hopes that we are the messengers sent by the goddess to the earth, who control the mysteries of life and illuminate this ignorant world with the light of wisdom.

Thus, we enjoy the highest glory of the empire and the unconditional trust of the people.

But now, after the two most prosperous cities in the empire, Billon City and Eli City, have become hell, people are sober, and we are sober.

The Kalop students are not messengers of the goddess, but playthings of demonic defiance.

Is that so? I wish I could hold on to my beliefs for as long as I could, but even when I was in school, I wasn't the best.

The best guy in our class is none other than Lelorey Langton, who always gets the most praise and is loved by everyone.

Langton's anatomy was especially well learned, and in the first anatomy class our hands were shaking, but Langton held the scalpel like his fingers.

Because of his hard heart, and because the scalpel was made of iron, I don't know how to call him "Son of Iron", which became his nickname.

Langton and I are good friends, and he is a very humble man and very funny, though he is the most proud. Everyone said that Langton would do something great in the future, and his thinking and action were enough to become the true messenger of the goddess and completely change the old medicine.

After graduating, I returned to my hometown of Shar, while Langton stayed in the capital of the college.

Little did I know that the time he saw me off would be the last time we met.

I just received secret news this morning that the "Son of Iron" Lelorey Langton had committed suicide by slitting his throat with a scalpel.

The public is not yet aware of this news, and it would be a major blow if they were to be made known......

Langton left a suicide note, supposedly with little content, except for the information and thoughts he had received alone in the ruined city of Hawke. As for why he sought his death, I haven't been told, probably because he can't stand the monsters and coughing up blood.

Langton mentioned me in the letter, so I could get the news. In the letter, Langton said: "Tell Peyani, don't give up, but I'm going to go first. ”

What can I do if I can't even hold on to the Children of Iron? I'm not the best one. 】

"Whew." After reading the diary on the first page, Gu Jun took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom to pour a glass of water to drink.

The content of this so-called diagnosis and treatment diary is completely different from what he imagined. But as a fellow medical dog, he could feel the immense pressure on Ribdie Peyani's seemingly steady handwriting...... Peyani must have flipped through the diary book with him, but he couldn't write down the valuable medical information......

Gu Jun looked at the sunset in the sky outside the balcony, and the remnant sun was like blood.

This heterogeneous text has a source, it seems to be another world, another civilization.

Take another look, he drank water as he continued to read the next page of his diary.

[November 8, Year of the Rose, ____ Ribdi Peyani

In just a dozen days, the city of Shar has fallen.

My hometown, Shar, is known as the land of flowers, and it is a quiet place to live, not like the hustle and bustle of the national capital, nor the coldness of those machines.

The Shar people always take every opportunity to meet new people, and by the end of the day, almost everyone here knows each other.

During the annual flowering season, everyone picks the flowers that grow in their yards and gives them to each other. Even the most down-to-earth homeless people on the streets are surrounded by the scent of flowers every day during the flowering season. For example, autumn flowers, golden flowers, soft grasses, lilies, and moon seasons......

And, of course, in the Year of the Rose, brightly coloured roses flourish in every corner of the city of Shar and become everyone's headdress.

I used to love this "Shar culture" so much, but now, I hate it more and more.

All the pure happiness of the past has turned into even more pain in these ten days.

The first to die was Uncle Johnson, who owned a shoe store on Autumns Street, and every time I passed by, he would enthusiastically ask me how I was doing and sell his new shoes. Uncle Johnson hadn't been anywhere there was an epidemic, and he had never been out of Shar City in his life, but he suddenly fell ill.

All patients with hemoptysis begin to develop the disease in this way, with edema in the lungs and lung function begins to fail...... (The contents cannot be speculated here...... Burst open...... A large amount of blood spurting from the mouth...... In the end, the blood overflowed from the skin on the chest, and life came to an end.

O our holy and great Doctor Carlop!

It is impossible to figure out whether coughing up blood is a viral disease or a parasitic disease.

The mode of transmission is also unknown, it is not transmitted from the air, it is not transmitted from food...... It......

We can't do anything about it.

The other day, Mira died, Cagad died, Hollandon died, Nanni died...... My friends I knew were dying one by one, and the roses all over the city were wilting, but the blood they coughed up was still staining the city.

And my parents...... They died right under my nose.

I'm worried about Lida right now, she's having some coughing symptoms today. Don't be her, don't ......

Goddess of Life, if you really exist, please. 】

"Huh......" Gu Jun finished reading the second page of the diary, frowned and continued to read the last third page.

This page was written on the 5th of February of the Violet Year, and if the Year of the Rose was followed by the Year of the Violet, it would have been a few months.

[February 5 of the Violet Year ____ Rybdi Peyani

It's been almost three months since Lida died of coughing up blood, and I've never been willing to think about it, let alone write it down.

Leda and I met when we were teenagers, and she was not of noble origin, the daughter of a blacksmith. But when I first met her on Lily Street, I was impressed by her charm and was deeply infatuated with her. She was dressed in a very ordinary white dress, slender and light, and her smile was pure and sincere.

Later I learned that she was the big sister to all the children on Lily Street, and that she was bouncing around with them all day long, so that their parents could free up their hands to do other things.

It's my favorite temperament. But when we first met, I didn't know anything about her, but I had already decided that I wanted to marry this girl.

My quest for Leda is going well, and although I'm not as good as Langton, I also have strengths that Leda can appreciate.

During the years we were at Carlop College, we kept in touch by letter, and she was worried that I would choose to stay in China after graduation and not go back, but she hoped that I would think about my future, after all, the city of Shar is a rural place.

But how did she know? My heart has never left the city of Share, let alone her.

From the beginning of the onset of the disease, Lida's condition progressed rapidly, and she left on the fifth day. I couldn't keep her, even for a few more days.

When Leda died, all my hopes were gone, and the world no longer meant anything to me.

My despair is different from Langton's, I have read his suicide note, he has a more noble pursuit, and he has a more noble disillusionment.

But I only have some ordinary thoughts. My parents, my old housekeeper, my aunt, my friends, Leda...... If any of them were still alive, I might have survived, but they're all gone.

Leda's death made me understand that there are no gods in this world, and that some have been defeated by demons. The gods wouldn't allow someone like Leda to die so miserably! The last thing she said to me was, "Rebdi, I'm sorry, I can't make it to the wedding." "We were supposed to get married in December of the Year of the Rose.

What kind of death is to return to the embrace of the goddess of life, a kind of sublimation of life. I don't believe it.

The world is about to be reduced to a ruined ruins, but what is there to be sad and fearful?

All my sorrows and fears have gone with Leda's departure.

I'm not afraid of the destruction of this world, I'm afraid that she will be bullied in the abyss of hell, or that something worse will happen after death? I'm also worried about every friend I know. Their bones have melted, their nerves are no longer beating, but they are still spreading the fruit of disease, not with the virus, but with their death.

Father, Mother, Langton, Leda, please forgive me, please wait for me.

For I, Ribdi Peyani, will die with you. ”