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In the center of the enclosure is a fortress. The fortress is boxy, and it has been unattended for a long time, so that its appearance is covered with a thick layer of ash, resulting in a rapid decline in appearance.

At the upper end of the fortress, due east, there is a large iron plaque that seems to have been scooped out of the garbage heap, and the rust turned out of the surface of the iron sheet is like a foot with serious peeling, which makes it impossible to look at it directly. If you want to see what words are written on it, you have to squint your eyes, carefully and carefully distinguish them, and then you can see those four big characters.

Muhammad Territory.

The handwriting is full of atmosphere, rigid and soft, but at the moment the paint is seriously peeling, revealing an indescribable desolation.

Early in the morning, Mu Feng felt hot all over his body, and the heavy stone walls of the fortress caused the temperature in the room to soar to 40 degrees like a sauna, but he was so sleepy that he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, tossing and turning, and muttering dissatisfaction in his mouth.

"Hot death!"

The uncomfortable feeling of being covered in sweat and sticky made Mu Feng finally unbearable, no need to endure it anymore, his mother's son is not sleeping, what can you do with me!

Mu Feng sat up, yawned, put on a yellowed vest in a daze, wore a pair of pants with holes in his buttocks, scratched his restless hair, and lifted the squashed broken shoes, then walked out of the door and walked in the direction of the roof.

Standing on the roof, he moaned comfortably, letting the breeze caress his turbulent body, handsome cheeks, he felt that the whole person was alive, and the slightest coolness made every cell in his body jump with excitement.

The wind, which brings coolness, brings beauty, and likewise, brings sand.

Mu Feng just opened his mouth, wanting to take a deep breath of cool air, but a gust of wind and sand stabbed him in the throat, and the bitterness in his mouth made him grin.

"Phew, this broken ground, in addition to sand, it's still sand, and one day, one more day, I'll leave, uncle, phew."

The originally beautiful experience was greatly reduced all of a sudden, which made Mu Feng feel very bad. Feeling that his mouth was clean, he noticed that the sun was already rising in the distance, and he walked to the eaves weakly, sat down, swayed his legs, and watched.

The scenery is very beautiful, but Mu Feng's eyes are a little distant, his pupils are a little out of focus, his head is facing the rising sun, but his eyes don't know where to look, and his thoughts don't know where to go, and it took a while to come to his senses, he looked down at his hands that were unconsciously clasped together and turned red:

"One more day."

"Is there only one day left?"

……

Muhammad's territory, once a rising force, lived up to its past.

Just a year ago, the scope of Muhammad's territory was more than ten times larger than the palm-sized place it is now, and there were six or seven buildings of various functions in the territory, and the resident population reached nearly 1,000!

As the young master, Mu Feng is also having a good time, all thanks to Mu Feng's father, Mu Delong, who is not only a fifth-level mutant powerhouse, but also relies on extraordinary means to make this wild land a paradise for survivors.

However, the change also happened a year ago, in order for the territory to give enough tribute to the super territory around the rule - Tayama, and for the qualitative development of the territory, Mu Delong resolutely led a group of main brothers in the territory to break into the forbidden area of zombies 'Deserted Corpse Land'.

Since then, there has been no news.

Eighty percent of the population of Muhammad's territory was lost, and the loss of the leader and the leader of the main army was like losing the backbone that supported them.

To add insult to injury, some people took the opportunity to make ghosts, swept away important supplies in the territory, and ran away directly.

In less than two months, the number of personnel has been greatly reduced and resources have been short.

Mu Feng struggled to support, and in order to resist the zombies, he could only reduce the size of the territory......

In the end, only one main fort and Mu Feng were left in the Mu Clan's territory. The rest of the people walked and scattered, and the remaining buildings had long been submerged in the sea of sand.

The reason why there was no harassment from the territory during this period was because the protection regulations from Tasima were still in force.

Tasima - A super territory in the Black Wind Desert region. It allows others to establish territories outside of their sphere of influence, but must pay a large annual tribute.

The small territory that pays the tribute will be protected by it, and if there is a wave of corpses sweeping over, the corpse king raiding, or the invasion of other forces within a year, and bringing disaster to the territory, Tasima can help.

There are only three months left in this protection period.

Seeing that the protection expired, Mu Feng could not pay the shelter fee for the next year at all, and many territories were already eyeing his emaciated camel.

At this time, a territory called Poison Wolf was a hundred kilometers away from Muhammad's territory.

Like hyenas, they smelled the benefits and sent an envoy to buy the Muhammad territory for 10,000 yuan coins.

What's the difference between this robbery?

The answer is, there is no difference!

The Black Steel Rock Fortress, which can handle the second-level corpse tide, is not worth the price.

Mu Feng was very angry, but also helpless.

Mu Feng was very reluctant to sell, but he still agreed.

He knew in his heart that he could hold on.

However, three months later, they were either annihilated by the tide of corpses or attacked by various forces.

It's better to let it survive intact and hand it over to others than to destroy it in your own hands.

The pain of being unable to return to the sky made Mu Feng sleepless all night and in pain.

The sun gradually rose, turning into a cruel furnace that scorched the whole land.

Mu Feng withdrew his gaze, thoughtfully fixed a hundred meters away, and followed his gaze, there were several ruined walls covered by wind and sand, nearly half of which were lying in the desert, giving people a deep sense of despair.

"Annoying, annoying!" The rise in temperature, coupled with too many worries, made Mu Feng's head gradually dizzy, he muttered twice, got up and walked inside the fortress.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound in my head.

"The system detects the organism and begins to bind ......"

What's the matter, although Mu Feng still had that calm expression, his pupils shook slightly. "System?"

"Hello, I'm the Doomsday Lord System." A sweet, slightly magnetic voice echoed in Mu Feng's mind.

"Is it really the system?"

Mu Feng was still a little unconvinced, he jumped up, rummaged east, looked west, and glanced around, except for a few swaying zombies in the distance, there were no other sound objects.

The system seems to be able to see Mu Feng's actions.

"You don't need to look for a host, you won't be aware of the system by any means, the system has fused into your nerves and become a part of your body."

"And what is your role?" Mu Feng tried to talk to the voice in his head, and there was a little excitement in his heart. System, this is a system!

"This system comes from a place you can't imagine, with the aim of allowing lower beings to create a higher civilization."

"Inferior creatures, higher civilizations, Nima, how inferior I am, how advanced your civilization is." complained on his lips, but he didn't know that Mu Feng was already happy in his heart.

"Next, the voice function will be canceled, and all the tasks of the system, the information will be obtained directly by the host through the nerves.

As the voice disappeared, a huge amount of information poured into Mu Feng's mind.

Scanning the background of the host's planet......

Scan complete......

In the next era, the development of the earth is very good, and super cities with a population of hundreds of millions have appeared one after another.

In the year 2088 AD, humanity made a space leap, and countless humans known as pioneers left the earth and colonized outer space with giant spaceships.

A year later, there are many natural disasters on the earth, and the reasons are complicated, so I will not state them for the time being.

Mega-earthquakes that are out of the measured range have erupted around the world, overturning almost the entire landmass.

The earth's crust is protruding and the oceans are deep, which has expanded the land area of the earth dozens of times, and after calculation, the area of the ocean is only 20 percent, and the land area has reached 80 percent.

In 2090 AD, the geographical division of seven oceans and five continents completely became history, and became the geographical division of two oceans and ten continents.

The high civilization on Earth has been almost completely destroyed.

Just when people were preparing to rebuild their homes, those humans who died in the disaster actually survived as zombies.

Since then, human corpse wars have been staged all over the planet.

Humans have built up territories to survive against zombies.

In the turbulent world of the end of the world, such a model has gradually formed, a satellite diffusion development model.

Next to the big territory, there are often some smaller forces, and next to the small forces, there will be smaller forces.

These large territories will not annex these small territories.

The large territories themselves are rich in resources in their spheres of influence, and they don't look down on the resources of those small territories at all. Small territories also need to pay tribute to the large territories.

Moreover, small territories are often on the margins, not only playing the role of human diffusion and acting as a leader, but if there is a corpse tide attack or a high-level zombie raid, they are the first to suffer.

Seeing this, Mu Feng felt a little distressed about the small territory. Although he was distressed, he shamefully thought of the picture of himself becoming a big lord in the future and bullying the little lord, thinking about it, it was quite emotional.

Further down is where the point lies.

【Doomlord System, Beta 0.1】

【Host】Mu Feng

【Gender】Inferior creatures, no need to know.

[Age] 23

【Physical fitness】The lowest.

[Territory Level] Level 1 or less.

【Lord's Skill】None.

【Lord's Item】None.

The Mall is not yet open.

[Mission]: Updating, please ...... later