The dim sky grew brighter and brighter, the long-lost light pierced the gray sky, and the dawn reappeared on the devastated land.

On the shattered earth, a light that was not particularly bright was finally projected into the gloomy dense forest, but it was like a long sword that cut through the long night, and a seed of hope was silently planted.

On the ground, the white bones of the flesh and blood that had been taken out of the guts were scattered on the tattered ground, and other than that, it could only be seen that there was blood that had dried up for a long time everywhere.

This time, the Doomsday Warrior's losses were quite heavy.

Except for the occasional few teams that were able to come back intact, the other teams were basically more than half of the dead and wounded, and those who came back were already missing arms and legs, and their combat effectiveness plummeted.

Fortunately, the gains of this war are also good.

Just the large pile of meat pieces of the Lord of Slaughter brought back by Lin Yetian's team was enough for all the residents of the central camp to eat for three days, not to mention the prey supplies of other teams.

All supplies were carefully distributed, and with the assurance that the interests of the nobles and the Doomsday Warriors were safeguarded, most of the food was stored, and the remainder was distributed to the commoners for food and clothing.

And the rat people who live in the stinking ditch are completely denied these treatments.

Several people walked around the outer corner of the city, including Oliver, who had recovered and was able to walk.

It's a gathering place for rat people, and consent is also synonymous with dirty and disgusting.

The houses were built along the hill walls, and the tattered and rotten planks of wood were crooked to form a series of prefabricated houses, close to each other, stretching out into an unseen position in the distance. Some large gaps can be drilled through the doomsday before the change

Strange mice.

There's no privacy here, but it's also home to most nezumi.

The other part is at the sewage inlet of the sewer, but the food that has been flowing out of the dark river in the center has gradually decreased, and in many cases there are no more than a few scraps to eat, and most of the rat people have left there.

No one knows what is going on in the center of the dark river, and the only thing that is certain is that the situation in this world is getting more and more dangerous.

This is something that every living being can feel.

The glowing vines that grow on the earthen walls are the only source of light for the rat-people on the cliffs, and each household will plant some.

Carbon and oil are scarce resources.

There is no sunlight, so most of the rat people who come and go are rickety, and there is a cough from time to time.

Their clothes can be said to be almost ragged, full of patches but still significantly tattered, with visible holes distributed on the thin clothes, and the clothes do not cover their bodies. There is no anger in the eyes.

Someone cooks in front of their house, someone hums a pre-apocalyptic song, someone tells a fairy tale to their children, and the prince inside eats enough for every meal.

A few people watched as they walked, listening carefully to the ancient griffin's explanation to them, and they were silent.

The only difference between civilians and nezumi is that they have a central camp ID, they have a place to stay, even if it's small and dense, in any city, and they have a job that's not very stable.

Every day, people who can still move in the plebeian area will go to the noble district to find out if there is a suitable job for them.

Sometimes it's used as a human punching bag to vent, and sometimes it's a huge rotten log that they need to carry by themselves. And the reward is often a soup that only fills the hunger.

At least you have to eat.

Here, in the dark, the air is filled with the foul smell of corpses, and at any moment someone could die, or be eaten by a few other hungry nezumi.

Skinny, filthy, lifeless, and dull. That's what the rat people are all about.

They are wary of each other, and everyone is afraid of being eaten by others, and at the same time they are thinking about how to eat others.

Years of hunger and panic have almost made them forget the fact that they were once human.

Alive.

As long as they live, they will not hesitate to do so.

If the needs of human beings are divided into three categories from low to high: survival needs, material needs, and consciousness needs. Then they are struggling with the need to survive.

Civilian areas may be better, as some of them have moved away from the most basic needs for survival and into material needs.

For example, you want a dress without patches, a coat that is warm enough, you can eat chicken, sheep, pigs, and beef instead of mutant creature meat, interesting entertainment, and your children will not be targeted by the aristocracy.

The Civilians live on patrol by the City Guard, and while they may just be a bunch of scrawny homeless men dressed for a bowl of hot soup, the civilians don't have to worry about children or immobile family members being dragged by ghouls like the Nezumen

Walk and divide the food.

The houses here were built by merchants, and although they are not aesthetically pleasing, they guarantee privacy and security.

Yes, even in the last bastion of humanity, there are still groups like merchants, just as they seem to have existed since the dawn of humanity.

Even if most of the merchants were only commoners, there were still a very small number of people who were down-and-out aristocrats.

They are a force to be reckoned with.

Civilians make up more than 95% of the population of the central camp, and on top of this are the nobles and the doomsday warriors who are well fed and clothed.

The civilians live in this world in a state of confusion, but they believe that they are still not abandoned by the gods, and they still have faith.

In the apocalypse, it is very important for ordinary people to have a faith.

They believe in light, in the gods, and in the belief that the power of light will one day shine on this sinful world and give them a new life.

Just like the gods of the beginning.

The Church of Light is the last church of the Blue Civilization and the last faith group in the central camp, and it has a lot of influence in the three cities.

They are also a formidable force.

It's just that whether it's the Chamber of Commerce or the Church of Light, their strength is only relative.

In fact, in the eyes of the three city lords' mansions, they were just a group of ants that could be pinched to death at any time.

A few people walked down the long and rugged street, listening to the ancient griffins give a comprehensive account of the situation in the central camp.

Maybe it was because Lin Yetian saved his life, or maybe it was something else, in short, the ancient griffin told it in great detail, and it can be said that it was almost to the extent that he had to answer questions.

Suddenly, while several people were talking, they noticed a woman in front of them.

I don't know what happened, she fell, couldn't get up, curled up on the ground and shivered slightly, her whole body was so dirty that she could barely see the clean side.

A nezumi sitting in front of the house glanced at her, then looked away.

Now is not the time, in front of everyone, he will be in danger if he eats this woman.

The other nezumi passing by ignored it, and this happened every day. He only hoped that the group of ghouls would quickly drag the corpse away before the plague would occur.

In the dark corner, several figures shaped like dead corpses came to life, looking at the slightly trembling figures in the street, walking or crawling, slowly moving towards the woman.

It's a bunch of ghouls who have been living with the nezumi for a long time. They are so weak that they need to fight the nezumi for food to replenish themselves.

In the dimness of the light source, these figures seemed to be close to the darkness of a fresh soul. There is covetousness and greed in his eyes.

But at this time, there is an extra light around the woman, a light of hope that can dispel all darkness and decree everything.

In the light, a figure was faintly hazy. That posture, that face, makes people tearful, and makes people bow and worship.

His palms brushed in front of Eleno, and his trembling body gradually calmed down. The face full of pain opened his eyes slightly, raised his head, and saw the figure in the holy light:

"You...... Is that you....... My lord...... Kami-sama......"

Her eyes reflected in the light, and all that was left of her world was this face. She leaned down and kissed the ground in front of the figure.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a god. The creed of my life is not about me, hanging high. And if I had to do it, I personally think I'm just a psychopath. ”

Lin Yetian's deep voice slowly reached the woman's ears. The woman's pupils shrank slightly.

"However, kindness is an essential quality at any time, even in troubled times, even now. ”

The voice of holiness echoed.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely dazzling light lit up in the gathering area of the rat people who had not seen the light for a long time, and the flash made people feel a little uncomfortable.

After a long time.

The surroundings regained their calm, and the eyes of many rat-men adjusted to the dimness of the bright light, as if nothing had happened before, and even the figures they had just seen disappeared in an instant.

Looking back, only the woman just now knelt there religiously.

Beside her, a blue-glowing energy weapon lay on the ground, and around her were two boxes of canned meat that looked like they had just been made.

The ghouls looked at each other, then retreated in fear.

The rats stared in disbelief, and then followed the crazy woman to their knees silently, and gradually what had happened before took root in their hearts.