Parallel worlds, ruins and apocalypse.

The entire Celestial Empire region was divided into two topographical regions, with the Yellow River as the dividing line, with different styles from the north to the south.

Because of the influence of the apocalypse ritual, the extremely cold wind from Siberia howled and swept across the world, and the wind was mixed with plague and death, and any creature that has been affected by this hurricane for a long time will end up either death or all kinds of terrible aberrations.

Of course, the worst hit is naturally on the side of the Russian old Maozi, it is simply a blank field, there is nothing, except for those who have taken refuge in the underground shelter early, there is no living thing on the ground except for some special creatures.

Because the southern part of the Celestial Empire is close to the equator, the overall impact of the disaster is relatively light, but this can only be relatively speaking.

The southern region has been reduced to an endless ruin, and the survivors on the ground are struggling to survive in the ruins of the original city, and various small and medium-sized organizations and small groups generally occupy a ruined building as a stronghold, and they call the ruins a sweet home.

Disaster breeds madness, and in the midst of this endless ruin, there are countless wanderers in ruins, from humans to demons to angels.

Everyone hated these wanderers, for they were no different from beasts, and they were beasts in full armor, with spears and cannons in their hands, and they knew the evil powers of the Light.

Eating corpses is one of their hallmarks, and whenever there is a shortage of food, the wanderers will start to sweep around, and if they still can't find food, then they will start eating any corpse they can find, whether it be humans, angels, or demons.

If even the bodies can't be found, then they kill each other until they produce enough dead people to eat.

But no one is going to eat those twisted flesh ghost monsters, after all, everyone knows that thing is poisonous, and if you don't do it well, you will be possessed by ghosts.

All in all, the ruins wanderers have completely lost the mind that sapient beings should have, they eat corpses, they treat sex as a very common need, and the female wanderers are even more promiscuous, and can often be seen messing around like wild beasts in broad daylight.

And those captive women are even more miserable, not only have they to be taken in turns and kept in captivity as **, when there is not enough food, they automatically become food.

This is the law of animal nature in the endless ruins of the South, a ruined jungle, where everyone can only huddle together to keep warm to avoid being killed, and finally become food on the table.

This is already the case in the south, which is relatively light on the damage, and it is even more interesting to imagine what will happen in the north, which is directly hit by the cold winds of death in Siberia.

It was an extremely frozen earth, and the ruins of the city had long been torn apart by the cold wind, turning into slag of rubble scattered in the sky.

There is nothing on the endless earth, just a wasteland.

The situation here is countless times worse than the endless ruins in the south, and the number of survivors is also pitiful, only those extremely strong humans can survive on the frozen soil of the north, and the rest of the people either ran to the south or died on the way to the south.

They live on small ruins scattered across the vast permafrost or rotten tin huts they have built haphazardly.

The ruins that survived the cold winds of death, all of which were extremely strong before the apocalypse, are now strongholds.

In between, there are armed convoys, and the strength of the survivors in the north depends entirely on how many armed convoys they have.

These various cars were heavily modified, welded with many barbed iron sheets or ramming angles, and even chainsaws and heavy machine guns.

The tundra warriors of the north survived on this, and eating corpses became commonplace.

If you're lucky enough to be in the endless ruins of the south, you'll be able to find at least some food, while in the tundra of the north, it's become a luxury.

Of course, for those famous and huge forces, because they have some soilless cultivation or artificial breeding equipment, they do not need to live by eating corpses, but after all, they are a minority, and the vast majority of the survivors who have not joined these forces still live like hominids with hot weapons.

However, from time to time, these major powers in the north and south will also engage in some trade with the outside world, and the survivors will bring them things of interest, and they will pay for them with food.

Although the survival patterns of the North and the South are different, they are completely identical in these aspects.

Because of the climate, most of the shelters were built in the south, after all, when they planned to return to the surface again, they didn't want to face a wasteland that could freeze to death.

While the southern survivors were vigilantly begging for a living in the endless ruins, the northern survivors had been stirred into the blood of that fighting people, and they were driving long armed convoys across the vast northern wasteland.

Every now and then, gunshots echo across the frozen ground, perhaps because they have spotted an enemy, or maybe they are just bored and shoot everywhere to vent and play.

But among this group of fierce northern survivors, there are naturally more ruthless and fierce people.

It was a giant armed mobile fortress like a giant beast.

The site was carried out by eighteen heavy trucks, covered with a thick steel chassis, on which stood an iron fortress with no beauty, only rough and sharp.

Countless large-caliber howitzers, small-caliber rapid-fire guns, and heavy machine guns were scattered throughout the tin fortress, and the black holes of the guns protruded in all directions, like a steel hedgehog armed to the teeth.

The giant beast was speeding through the tundra wastelands of the north, like a crab on the beach.

At no time should we underestimate human adaptability and survival instincts.

This mobile fortress called the "Northern Star", even if angels and demons meet, they must obediently get out of the way.

If you want to blow up the thorns, yes, the grandfathers blew up all your, and the undead ones were directly captured, the men were used as slaves and food reserves, and the women were pulled as **, and I have long wanted to taste the taste of angels and demons.

They don't care about the situation of the endless ruins in the south, and they are not prepared to go to the south where the living environment is better.

The north is their home, and it may have been reduced to a barren tundra wasteland, but it is still their homeland.

On the top platform of the Northern Star, there is an iron throne, and the back of the throne is completely made of countless weapons and guns, as well as various angel and demon heads.

A large man in a thick black mink trench coat with several skulls hanging from his waist sat on it, and next to the throne were five or six female human demons and angels, who had been trained to be extremely prodigal at the moment.

The north is the north of mankind, and you angels and demons, all stand aside.

In the Endless Ruins of the South, a team of armored vehicles with rotatable heavy machine guns mounted on the top is smashing through the rubble along the way, speeding through the rubble, and there is a team of helicopter gunships in the sky.

They are the Doomsday Demon Hunters, all of whom belong to the pre-apocalypse government organization, and are now Vault 1.

This is the end of the world, where humanity is still strong and alive, and the ritual of the apocalypse may destroy their civilization, but it can never destroy their survival instinct.