Seeing the signs and slogans of the era, the nuns vaguely guessed that this semi-basement might have been a civil defense fortification many years ago.

Schools are meant to act as shelters in case of emergencies, with classrooms built to be sturdier than private houses, and wide, unobstructed playgrounds that can serve as gathering areas for refugees in the event of an earthquake.

The basement is about the size of half a playground and is divided into many areas with different functions, such as a supply room, a toilet, a collective bedroom, a motor room, an air and water circulation filtration system, and so on.

The load-bearing walls are thick and sturdy, reinforced with steel inside, showing the characteristics of that special era, and the shelters built at great expense in order to survive the nuclear, biological and chemical wars, including the various equipment inside, are large, heavy, stupid, and ugly obsolete goods from today's eyes.

Despite this, it is surprising that these big, heavy, stupid and ugly big guys can still operate as usual after such a long time!

Inexplicably, it's a little touching.

At that time, the factory was very simple, unlike today's manufacturers, who deliberately made the products delicate and fragile in order to urge users to periodically replace new products.

If the small, exquisite, energy-saving, and high-tech products are equipped in this shelter, I am afraid that it will not take ten years to start up......

Other things in the basement, such as tables, chairs, shelves, and beds, are all full of a sense of the times, and many things are embellished with five-pointed red stars.

Stepping into this basement is like stepping back in time.

Of course, these machines are so old that even if they were still operating, the noise was unbearable, and it was hard for the villagers to stay in the basement.

To make matters worse, the number of villagers hiding inside clearly exceeded the design capacity of the underground shelter, the air purification and circulation system was overwhelmed, and the indoor air was rather muddy, barely enough to keep people alive, and coughing was incessant.

When Catherine broke down the door just now, she noticed that the secret door was unusually heavy, it seemed to be made of stainless steel, and a thick layer of asbestos was sandwiched between the two layers of stainless steel door panels to protect against the impact and high temperature caused by the explosion of a nuclear explosion or a large-tonnage bomb.

Everything here is to survive the apocalypse.

However, the apocalypse of nuclear weapons that people imagined in the past did not come, and here the villagers survived the threat of demons, at least most of them.

The lights in the underground shelter are still old incandescent lamps, the disadvantage is that the brightness is low and the energy consumption is high, but there are explosion-proof nets to prevent accidental breakage, and several villagers bring their own hand-cranked emergency lights to illuminate the interior.

Catherine asked the two nuns to guard the door, and she and the other two nuns went into the basement to prevent accidents, which led to the whole being dumpling.

The villagers were unkempt, like refugees from Africa, with men standing tremblingly in front and old and young women and children huddled in the back.

"Why! Why did you break the door!" a woman screamed hysterically.

Some of the children struggled to stop crying and were so frightened by the screaming that they started crying again.

"Hurry up, shut the door, or the demons will kill us all!"

The woman staggered to close the door, but Catherine grabbed her and slapped her in the face, causing her to spin in a half circle and fall to the ground.

"Shut up!"

The villagers were about to make a commotion when they were stunned by Catherine's scream.

Sure enough, no one dared to shout anymore.

"You...... Who are you?" A man in the prime of life plucked up the courage to ask, "Is it the police, is it here to save us?"

He was the one who had just shot the door with a shotgun, and now he only had half of the gun in his hand.

"You think we look like cops?" Catherine asked angrily.

The villagers looked at each other in horror, and they saw that these five people were all nuns, but why did the nuns come to this deep mountain and old forest?

"Where's the police? Is the police coming? Is it outside?" the man looked out.

"Don't dream, you think those waste police will be able to save you when they come? The police have already sent people, and they have sent two waves of people, if you don't see them, it can only mean that they have not arrived here at all, and I am afraid that they will be intercepted and killed halfway. Catherine coldly stated the truth.

The villagers finally gave birth to a little hope, and like cold water poured on their heads, some women and children began to sobble in low voices.

"Don't cry. The man turned back and said, "What's the use of crying? aren't these nuns here to save us?"

Catherine looked at him coldly, and saw that he was wearing a pair of hunting pants and had a different accent than the others, and asked, "Are you from the hunting team?"

"Yes, my name is Ron. ”

Ron's courage is a little bigger than the villagers, and he has seen the world before, he just saw Catherine swing her sword at an incredible speed to form a light curtain, perfectly blocking all bullets, including scattered bullets, he thought of something, so he asked tentatively, "Is it ...... Are you transcendent?"

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, there is someone who can understand people." ”

Some villagers are stunned, but more villagers are still confused, after all, this is a rather closed village, the villagers actually don't care much about what happens in the outside world, whether it is the change of regime or the rise and fall of the stock market, for them are not as important as the one acre and three points of land in the village, and then the fertility rate is low, most of the people in the village are old people, young people are getting fewer and fewer, many villagers go to the farthest place in their lives is the nearby town, and the vast majority of people have never gone abroad.

"We are extraordinary nuns from the Monastery of Mount Aal, who have come to expel heretics and slay demons by order of the head of the monastery!"

Catherine said as she held the cross hanging from her chest, and the other nuns held the cross at the same time.

The villagers were still confused, but they at least understood that the nuns had come to save them, even though they had little faith in the young girls.

Ron has seen more of the world than the villagers, and he doesn't really like to deal with people, he is more withdrawn, living alone in a wooden house in the woods most of the time, and hunting for a living.

"Monastery of Mount Aare......"

He muttered and repeated, the name was familiar to him, where had he heard of it?

Oh yes! He had rescued a group of hikers in the forest, and the hikers said that they had wanted to hike in the Aare, but every time they approached there, their equipment would be inexplicably damaged, and they had to abandon the trip, and other hikers and climbers had suffered similar situations, as if there was an invisible force preventing people from entering the Aare.

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