Section 422: The Devil and Death White

The gathering point is large and chaotic.

Like all the gathering points in the X35 wild, it is full of chaos and dilapidation, filth and filth. The entire gathering point was converted from an abandoned military base of a previous civilization. Located in the middle of the mountain, the chaotic tunnel stretches like a network in the mountainside, and no one knows where the end of the road is. At the entrance of the tunnel, dozens of stone houses and walls were built with the help of the topography, which served as the façade of the gathering point.

The military base has a complete water circulation system and power generation devices, and in the last days, water is the basis of survival, and any gathering point without water will only turn into yellow sand in the wind. And this base still has electricity, which is even more unusual. So don't look at the chaos of this gathering point, but there are tens of thousands of people in the whole place. Duan is one of the most attractive places to live within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Hydropower, resources, and population, all gathered together, form a force that people yearn for in the last days. The only thing that is lacking is food.

However, the blood pupil had already seen this when he jumped out of the car.

One side of the agglomeration, near the foot of the mountain, has been neatly divided into thousands of terraces. The windbreak wall is carefully built with stones, and the clear water inside the gathering point is introduced into it, and the small stream and Qingtian stone wall constitute an unimaginable beautiful picture in the last days. It's like a fairyland on earth.

"This is ......"

"My hometown." Singhal replied in a thick voice, his tone like an ancient stone. "You can call it Shangri-La."

"Shangri-La ......" The eyes of the blood pupil lit up. This strange name comes from an old legend from a pre-civilization. It means fairyland on earth. I can't imagine that there is such a paradise in these last days.

Of course, with the size of the gathering point, it is far from worthy of the name, but it is enough. Aren't people living in the last days just for a glimmer of hope? Although this gathering point is dilapidated, it is the hope of people in a radius of hundreds of kilometers. Shangri-La's name is well deserved.

Night...... Getting deeper......

There were more and more people in the small bar, listening to the noise and laughter coming from downstairs. A smile appeared on Bloodpupil's face. He was sitting on the windowsill of his room, looking out at the gray sky. Although it was dark in the night to see something clearly, the blood pupil knew that endless dark clouds were rolling in the sky above him at this moment. They wrap the X35 like a dead barrier, restricting sunlight and human life.

This is the result of nuclear war...... When will the X35 see the light of day without these dark clouds?

Thinking of the day when X35 reappeared green, the corners of the blood pupil's mouth were slightly hooked. He knew it...... It's not far off.

The old wooden door creaked, and a burly figure walked in.

The blood pupil didn't look back, so he asked softly. "Why, don't you drink with those friends of yours?"

It was Singer who came in, and this is his hometown, so naturally he has a lot of friends. So since he arrived here, he has been caught by some big men and poured wine. Let's talk about some interesting things after separation. It also made the blood pupil see another side of him. Unexpectedly, under his cold appearance, he was not frozen by the cruelty of the end times. There is also a touch of humanity.

But it has nothing to do with the Blood Pupil. He just watched from the sidelines, but he didn't expect Singal to come to him at this time.

It's the middle of the night, what's the matter with him?

"I know you haven't slept yet." Singal said hoarsely, placing a large wooden barrel on the wooden table in the Blood Pupil's room. The wooden table shook with a thud. He threw another large bag aside.

"So I got you some wine. And meat. ”

"I'm not hungry." Blood Pupil turned her head and glanced at Singh. "Have something to say?" …,

"Okay." Singhal was also not polite, as if he knew that nonsense was useless in front of the blood pupil. So he got straight to the point. "I'm here to tell you about tomorrow."

"Oh?" Blood Pupil raised an eyebrow. He knew that he was facing a very powerful mutant beast this time, but seeing Singer's solemn appearance, he was still interested. It's not bad to hear him talk about it.

Sure enough, Singal spoke. "The guy we're going to kill tomorrow is strong. So I'd like to assign it to you. ”

"How strong?" A smile flashed in Bloodpupil's eyes.

"Very strong, very strong." Singh didn't notice the expression of the blood pupil, and still said seriously. "It's hard to imagine. In fact, even if I challenge it this time, I am not sure of victory, no, to be precise, not at all. ”

"If I didn't have you on board, I'd have died."

"Oh?" Blood Pupil raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you want to challenge it?"

"I don't have time." Singh gritted his teeth, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. Then it began slowly.

Time passed little by little, and the blood pupil finally knew the origin of the matter.

It turned out that this was really not an ordinary mutant beast, in fact, even Singal himself didn't know how strong and big this mutant beast was. He had only seen a tip of the mutant beast in his childhood. But that corner was nearly a kilometer in size, easily destroying a gathering point on the other side of the mountain range.

Singhal was living with his mother in the settlement, and he saw huge steel fall from the sky and crush the tallest building in the gathering area like a hammer. Numerous bullets burst out, killing the inhabitants of the gathering point in pools of blood. He was still young, but he had witnessed the most cruel hell on earth, his mother, his friends, all of whom were shot by these bullets, and no one in the whole gathering area survived except him, even in the body of his mother.

Speaking of the most embarrassing, Singer slowly pulled back his military uniform, allowing the blood pupil to see a huge scar on his chest. The scar was on his right chest and heart, and it looked like a hideous grimace.

"A bullet pierced me and my mother at the same time, and my mother died. I survived because my heart grew on the left side. But every time I see this scar, I feel a terrible pain in my heart. ”

Singh said calmly, as if he were recounting another person's past. "For the sake of this mutant beast, I have been training frantically for fifteen years and collecting information about it everywhere. But not much was gained. Just found a legend. ”

"What legend?" Blood Pupil asked, squinting his eyes. He was finally interested in this enemy now, a corner alone was a kilometer in size, and the force that could easily destroy a gathering point could fire countless bullets. Can such a thing still be called a mutant?

"When the eighteenth Scarlet Moon came, a great devil came out of the ground. With its ancient sin, its thirst for blood, it sows death again on the earth. No one can survive in front of it, as if no one can resist the call of Hades. It is God's punishment and the end of human sin. ”

With that, Singal looked up and looked out the window. "The Blood Moon is a unique weather in x35, once every fifteen years, I have calculated, and in seven days, it will be when it will appear again, and that will be the eighteenth blood moon of the apocalyptic calendar."

"It's coming out!"

"Blood Moon?" The blood pupil was slightly surprised. Of course, he also knew about the weather of the Dao, but he didn't know that the Blood Moon of the Dao would be connected with this mutant beast. And that legend...... And who spread it?

Closing his eyes slightly, the blood pupil fell into deep thought.

It didn't matter much to him, but since he had promised Singh, it was impossible to stay out of it. What's more, the X35 is his hometown. If that legend is true...... Such a terrifying mutant beast obviously has the power to destroy the world. …,

Of course, this world of destruction does not mean that it can destroy planets, but in Singel's description, it is highly likely that it will destroy all life on planets. You must know that the destruction of a gathering point with a single blow is only a corner of the body, and if you come out of it all, even the land of paradise will be destroyed overnight. The entire x35 has no cosmic warriors who can stop it at all.

As for those armies...... It's not worth looking forward to at all.

Feeling the cold night breeze outside the window, the blood pupil sighed. Could it be that X35 will always be accompanied by disasters and ruins?

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in the blood pupil's eyes, and a surge of anger swelled up.

"What are you going to do? If it is true as you say, you alone are certainly no match for it. And you don't seek the help of the Bloody Council for anything. ”

"No one believed me." Singhal smiled bitterly and lowered his head. "No one believes that there could be a mutant beast so powerful. What's more, in the last days, everyone lives to live, and who will pay attention to the demons hidden under their feet? ”

"Then why do you want to challenge it?"

"Because I have to do it!" Singhal's answer was categorical. "My mother, my friends, were ruined by it. I'll never forget that bloody night, when I woke up in a pool of blood. My body was covered in blood, and it was my mother's blood. Then I saw my mother's eyes, white eyes like dead fish. There was no familiar warmth in that eye, only a strange dead whiteness. I was scared at the time, but now that I think about it, it's a revelation that I have to face it again. Back to that fate. ”

"Because that's why I'm alive."

Responsibility......

At this moment, the blood pupil suddenly realized that this was what Singer wanted to say. He survived that night of destruction, but he took the blood debt upon him. So all these years, he has been thinking about going back. It was as if there was an invisible force driving him.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, this is the magic barrier, the pathological manifestation of a person going to extremes. But in the eyes of the blood pupil, this actually has another meaning.

Persistent...... Or paranoia.

"Ridiculous, isn't it?" Singer lowered his head, poured a glass of wine from the large wooden barrel he had just taken out, and drank it with a grunt. Then wipe your mouth.

"But that's what I think, I'm not a savior, and I don't want to be a savior. But I'm going to go back, to that bloody night, to grab that damn mutant beast out of the ground, to see it with my own eyes, and to twist its head off. Put it in front of my mother's grave. Let it look at that dead whiteness too. ”

"That's the white ...... of fear It is the white of the death. ”

"It's time to give it back."