The people in the city are all zombies.

Not everyone is satisfied with university life, for example, Luthor, a country boy from Lanju Village, is not well adapted to the life of a four-person dormitory, and with the money he has earned from his part-time job for two months, he moved out of the dormitory and rented a house in the workshop industrial park in the city of Triviira.

As an engineering student, such a choice is not bad, although he did not enter the top universities, but the college he studied is also a capital college, which is definitely much better than the local area, and his studies are not particularly busy.

Adults always say that people who go to big cities will become parts in the factory, Luthor disagrees, he feels that he is different, after all, among so many candidates and problem makers, he has gone through many trials and stood out, how to say, it is also unique.

It wasn't until he was busy on the streets of the city, where he lived - school - part-time job, that he completely lost his original self-confidence.

Busy and boring daily life and high prices, let him turn his dreams into money to sell, Dina is always not enough to spend, no matter how much money he makes, he can't change the anxiety and troubles in his heart, the material comparison of the people around him makes him more and more inferior, and then becomes numb, classmates are always talking about academic qualifications and postgraduate entrance examinations, one case after another, so that Luther, a kid from the countryside, heard for the first time the term 'depreciation of academic qualifications'.

Involution and pressure have eaten up Luthor's soul, and the uniqueness he once prided himself on is incomparably small and ridiculous under the streamlined interstellar metropolis.

The people in the city are all zombies.

Early in the morning, Luthor pushed open the door to his apartment, and the neighbor's headless body rolled down the stairs without him noticing.

Walking through the streets with his head down, he looked like a zombie, staring blankly and insensitively, and the report he had rushed all night yesterday made him dizzy. So much so that the guard was torn by a tall and sturdy soldier in front of him, and his intestines and lumbar vertebrae were torn apart, and he couldn't notice it.

None of the four members of the research team have anything to do, and he will report on the stage today.

Luthor turned on the magic projection as he walked, and with dark circles under his eyes, he repeatedly revised his modeling and tables to make sure that his modeling and tables were okay, and the cold numbers and magical radiation made his eyes sting, but he had to keep writing.

A round head fell at Luther's feet, and without thinking about it, he kicked it out, and without raising his head, he habitually shouted, "Little Jack, this is forty-seven times, and you are not allowed to play ball on the road!" ”

Perhaps because he was too tired, he didn't notice that little Jack's body was hanging from the street lamp, burned to charcoal.

'It's a white light, please pass.' ’

Blood-stained signal lights flickered, Luthor crossed the street with projections, the streets on either side were littered with broken and burning cars and the corpses of mounts, crows in the sky were circling, and mosquitoes and ghouls were scrambling to uncover a woman's dress—or was it not a shameful act of harassment, since the woman was only the bottom half of her body.

Luther walked down the street into a cheap convenience store, tugging open the door of the refrigerator cabinet in front of the door and pulling out an omelette sandwich and lemon soda.

He temporarily switched the information rune to the payment page, completed the self-checkout, lowered his head and picked up the things, and did not forget to politely say to the proprietress who was physically open at the door:

"Good morning, Aunt Anna."

He broke into the empty subway station, trotted all the way down the corpse-strewn escalator, and waited for more than ten seconds on his toes on the ground, and a soldier in uniform pulled his forearm out of the citizen's chest, turned his head, and his three eyes quickly focused, locking on Luthor's figure.

Buzz –

As the train entered the station, the doors opened, and Luthor stepped on the train in a daze, and skillfully found a seat to sit down, this train he was too familiar with, and he had to sit every day, especially next to the armrest on the far right of this row of seats, there was always a young fashionable female mage in black stockings.

After coming and going, Luthor had already become familiar with the female mage, and he looked down slightly, and immediately felt a sense of comfort when he saw that the beautiful calves were wrapped in black stockings and stepped into the high heels in a regular manner.

"It's good to see you again, Miss Ruth, you're pretty busy today, aren't you?"

Luthor was revising the draft of the report while talking and laughing with the lady next to him:

"I'll have to go on stage later, but I saw that only this dress can be worn - hey, I really want to graduate early and make money to buy a decent dress so that I can meet people."

He took apart the sandwich, gobbled it up, divided it by two, poured a drink with one hand, and typed quickly with the other.

The female mage on the side didn't seem to be in a good mood today, and sat quietly next to her, like a corpse, and Luthor glanced at it: she put her hands on her lap and stared calmly ahead, as if thinking about her loss.

But this is also normal, in the city, everyone has their own troubles.

Crack, crack, bang-

Virtual keyboards slap as trains tap into the ground, pass through the blood-shrouded city over viaducts, explosions and smoke rise everywhere, and colonists climb the walls of buildings like spiders or cockroaches, smashing through glass and digging out living people with tentacles with suction cups.

[Train Coming Ahead: Bigred Gate Station]

"That's it! It's finally done, no problem now! ”

Luthor excitedly put away the projection, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the beautiful mage next to her, she was still so quiet and beautiful, sitting there quietly, staring ahead, her face was beautiful, like a statue, and she couldn't find a single flaw.

"Miss Ruth, you must be busy today, so I won't bother you......"

Miss Ruth sat there quietly, her eyes were clear, her makeup was exquisite, and she lived like an urban beauty, a social elite.

Luthor blushed and pretended to drink the empty soda, avoiding his gaze, for fear that he would be discovered by peeking at the other party's embarrassment.

"People in my hometown say that people in the city are zombies."

He whispered, afraid that the other party would hear it, and he was afraid that the other party would not hear it:

"But you're not, Miss Ruth. You're special—"

Click, click!

There was a sudden screeching sound on the radio:

"Urgent briefing! Urgent report: A group of terrorists, carrying a colonized elite army, launched a terrorist attack on our city! All citizens and friends, please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for the rescue of the military and police forces! ”

In the cab of the train, the soldier slowly raised his head from the withered corpse of the conductor.

"The terrorist has been identified as a felon, the Abyss - Waning Moon!"

The Colonized Soldier raised his hand and tore his chest open, revealing the mark of the blue waning moon on his heart.

"Again, please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for the rescue of the military and police forces!"

【Dimensional Bomb Confirmed Activation】

"Don't go out! Don't go out! Don't-"

Squeak!

The first half of the carriage disappeared in an instant, the train suddenly braked suddenly, Luther's body flew out instantly, and Miss Ruth on the side immediately fell on top of him and fell into his arms.

“…… it! What the hell is this! ”

It was only a moment later that Luthor came to his senses, and he rose from the broken carriage and helped Miss Ruth to her feet:

"Did you hear the news? There may be terrorists around here, Miss Ruth, and we need to get out of here......"

He suddenly noticed that something was wrong, although it was not the first time he had hugged the girl's waist, but he always felt that the touch was a little strange, the fingertips embedded in Miss Ruth's slender waist were slimy and wet, and when he touched it carefully, he could feel the sticky soft tube falling off from his fingertips.

Tick, tick......

Luthor turned his head stiffly to look at Miss Ruth's face: she was still serene and beautiful, as elegant and noble as a goddess in marble.

Unfortunately, the statue is only half of it, and it is cut straight and symmetrically from the center of the eyebrows.

People say, don't like a girl's appearance, like her inside.

Luthor could clearly see what was inside Miss Ruth's beautiful exterior: a tangled mass of crumbling intestines, half of the lobes of her lungs, and steaming kidneys, and his fingertips were not just around the other's waist, but directly around them.

At that moment, Luthor understood that it was not easy to like a girl.

He put down Miss Ruth—or Miss Ruth.

Luthor turned his head, and the sound of magic and destruction was heard everywhere in the city, and the creeping sound of flesh and blood of the colonized soldiers sounding comical and cute, and combined with the monotonous and pure gaze, it looked a little natural from a distance.

But when they took to the streets, tearing the living into minced meat little by little with blood clotting guns, their innocent gaze didn't look very cute.

In particular, they set their sights on Luther.

………………………………

The Night Butterfly Federation's 'Bright'-class battleships turn on stealth mode, passing through the sea of clouds and hovering in the air.

The waning moon is like a monarch, he occupies the seat of shadows. Leisurely, sitting above the clouds, the whole of Treviera was trampled under his feet, and the soldiers in uniform slaughtered the streets and cities, the sound of squirming muscles and the screams of the crowd echoed in unison.

The pleasure of man is nothing more than watching chaos grow, watching the killing swell, appreciating the blood flowing into a sea, and seeing the corpses piled up in a mountain.

"Now, Triviera is completely dominated by us, Daddy!"

Mo Zilan said excitedly:

"An interstellar civilization has been invaded into the back garden by a straggler gang like us, ha, it's unbelievable."

"What do you mean by the Diaspora?" Wanyue sneered: "The days of interstellar pirates are over, and from now on, we will be warlords." ”

After years of hard work and lurking, a full 30,000 Colonized Soldiers were invested in Treviera, and the sunk cost of them was beyond calculation.

But as long as they get the fragment of the discernment eye, that forbidden knowledge will definitely make them recoup their costs.