Two months later, Zhuang Yichen headed north, and soon reached the outskirts of Genshou Province, where Kyoto is located.

If you look down from the sky, you can see five huge sinkholes scattered deep and evenly on the outskirts of Kyoto, turning the entire outlying area of Genshu Province into ruins.

Here, the undead built three massive cities, each with a spatial passage built in it. Layers of troops surrounded the entire area around Kyoto.

Kyoto is an isolated city. A lonely city entrenched in blood.

Walking here, the gray-black snow on the ground covered a thick layer, and as far as the eye could see, thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.

Zhuang Yichen stepped on the creaking black blood, and the magic shield outside his body continued to wrap around his body, resisting the already intense nuclear radiation and the biting cold.

Ahead and in the distance, the largest city established by the undead on the battlefield of China, Frost City, stands on the vast plain.

Frost City was not built on the basis of any human city, but with the undead's miraculous earth magic, it rose from the ground on the barren plains, and overnight it became a huge city that could accommodate tens of millions of people.

Here, the rebels of the Earth under the rule of the undead have established a complete order, and the city has schools, markets, hospitals, and all the complete living facilities.

The undead handed over the inheritance of magic and vindictive energy to the upper echelons of the Earth rebels, and then trained powerful evolutionary warriors and magicians in batches.

The City Lord of Frost City is the only seventh-order human evolver in the entire Earth Plane. Of course, his cultivation was improved by relying on the forcible indoctrination of necromancy. One hand turnip, the other hand stick. The strong strength and the unstingy large number of cultivation exercises have been scattered, and they have already made the Earth rebels desperately sit on the chariot of the undead.

Among the rebels of Earth, there is even a religion that worships the spirits of the dead as gods. They preach that the seventeen undead on the battlefield of China are the gods who save the suffering, specially to save the human beings on the earth from the boundless sea of suffering.

Human cultivation is a gift from the god of the dead, and only those who sincerely believe in the god of the dead can receive the favor of the gods and become powerful practitioners.

Known as the Necronomics, this religion has grown rapidly in the Fallen Territories, and its power has even rivaled that of the orthodox Earth rebel commands. The Lord of Frost City is the supreme commander of the Earth Rebel Command, while the two Vice-Cities are the two black-clad archbishops of the Necrocron.

The Huaxia regime is still cowering in four narrow base areas, relying on the threat of all thermonuclear weapons that will die with the undead, and can hold the last piece of land, and the counteroffensive is still far away.

On the 23rd day of December in the first year of the Dark Age, there were eight days left before New Year's Day.

The war on the Earth plane is going on at its most difficult time. Having lost all the raw material production areas, the industrial civilization on which mankind relied for survival fell into a situation of hunger and cold, just like the loss of food.

At this dark moment, Zhuang Yichen walked into the Frost City.

By chance, outside the city, he tackles a small patrol of Earth rebels, and then gets the captain's identification card.

Such an identification board only has information about the position and location, and the personal information is not reflected in the slightest.

It's not so much an identification card as a symbol of power. Anyone who owns this nameplate is eligible to be part of the Earth Rebel Patrol in Frost City. As for the process of how you get this nameplate, the undead don't care.

This kind of nakedly encouraging the law of the jungle can be seen everywhere in Frost City. Here, you only need to follow the rules set by the undead, and the rest of the things, as long as the strength is enough, you can do whatever you want.

After Zhuang Yichen entered Frost City, the undead winter's offensive had just ended. Both the Huaxia regime and the army of necromancy had a little time to breathe.

During the Winter Offensive, for the first time, the Undead formed an Earth rebel force to attack the military positions. Although those fanatical evolutionaries were all in the fourth-order and fifth-order realms, this kind of strength slightly stronger than the Harpy and the Crypt Spider was obviously not enough.

After a charge of more than 50,000 Earth rebels, the vast majority of them were turned into stumps and severed arms under artillery fire. At this low-end level of combat effectiveness, the military power of the human race has an indisputable crushing power over the evolutionary.

The outcome of the battle is naturally expected by the undead, and what they need is not how much real impact the addition of the Earth rebels will have on the battlefield, all they need is that humans kill each other. It only needs to be to get to such a purpose, and that is enough.

The undead did not allow any industrial facilities to appear in the occupied area, and the people under the rule of the undead completed the regression of civilization overnight, living the most primitive life, developing a magical civilization from scratch.

The stubborn undead seem to have to prove one thing, that the industrial civilization that mankind is proud of is nothing more than reptilian technology.

This primitiveness can be seen everywhere in Frost City. A military base, the ubiquitous magic furnace has become a luxury that only the aristocracy is entitled to. A most ordinary iron pot for cooking rice can fetch sky-high prices in the city's market, and the supply exceeds demand.

Zhuang Yichen entered the city and felt the pleasant atmosphere in the frost city. In their eyes, as long as the Chinese regime falls, all the Earth rebels and Necrocists will become new humans on Earth, leading Earth civilization to another path to glory.

The inspection of the entrance did not make it too difficult for him, and after Zhuang Yichen entered the city, he calmly walked to the house where the owner lived before the nameplate, and received everything he left behind.

The leader of the Earth Rebel Patrol is just a low-level leader. His status only allowed him to secure a house to live in in the Frost City of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The furnishings in the room were terrible, and the only valuable bedding had long been used and could not be seen in its original face. The pitch-black hard spots on it had just been lifted up, and the fishy stench took Zhuang Yichen back half a step.

He rolled up the futon and threw it straight out the window. A man passing by outside the window happened to be hit on the head by this quilt, and when he got his head out of the quilt and was about to scold, he closed his mouth.

Zhuang Yichen looked at him at the window and glanced around quickly, then picked up the quilt full of sperm spots and ran away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help laughing.