Flas roar.
The air evaporates.
In the Northeast, the East, the South...
The Himalayas are shaking, avalanches cascading, snow lting into streams.
The streams converge into mighty rivers, rushing into ravines...
Seen from across the sea.
This Island Country had already subrged over seventy percent of its land during global warming.
The relentless heat and zombies had left less than one in ten thousand of its inhabitants alive.
And now,
Fushan Volcano,
Erupts!
Long accumulated subterranean energy explodes after reaching a peak temperature!
An enormous shock wave sends volcanic ash and magma directly soaring twenty thousand ters high, mimicking a mushroom cloud.
Accompanied by a thunderous roar that shakes heaven and earth,
Rocks fly and tumble, rivers of molten lava surge from the ground like savage dragons, swallowing everything around.
Dense smoke billows, blocking out the sun.
Curtains of smoke and dancing flas fill the sky, the ferocious eruption’s rumble pierces the heavens.
Almost everything is buried under black, viscous magma, and all nearby life is consud.
In an instant, hundreds of kiloters are enveloped in a dense, smoky haze.
This type of Plinian eruption,
Ejects gas, magma, and rocks of various sizes straight into the stratosphere, particles that can drift across half the globe.
The sky darkens, instantly transitioning to a night mode, as if descending into hell on earth.
Or rather, at this mont in this place, it is hell on earth.
Among the nearby survivors, there is a short middle-aged man.
Kneeling, with a divine glow on his face, unlike the other survivors fleeing in panic, he sits still, hands joined in prayer, murmuring under his breath.
The magma, like gold, reflects on his face, giving him an aura of sacredness.
"Oh Sun Goddess, please accept this sincerely devoted servant. I am willing to be your mount for generations, for the evils of the world are vast. Swallow this sinful body of mine and purify my soul...."
His screams of agony are swallowed by the magma.
The clothes left floating on the surface of the lava are also burnt to ashes.
Insects, birds, animals gasping for life in caves, n and won in despair, the parched trees already dead, with only branches left of the cherry blossom trees...
All is devoured by the flas, by the lava.
In the midst of screams, with magma bubbling and devouring person after person,
Not a single creature within hundreds of kiloters survives.
Majestic rivers and dust of lava shine with a golden luster against the dark stone, stunningly conspicuous.
So vast and so beautiful, yet this natural marvel is a catastrophe for humanity and all life on Earth.
And this is just what happened on one island.
At the sa ti, in other parts of the world, volcanoes, big and small, are erupting, the sa scenario unfolds across the globe!
...
Western Alliance.
Although there are no volcanic eruptions nearby, the land is shaking intensely.
In the tumult, the wall to the East collapses with a loud crash.
The walls crack like a spider’s web.
Shaking in all directions.
Inside, people disregard the hot air outside and flee in all directions.
Screams are everywhere, so seize the chaos to steal food, so to kill!
Chaos!
Everywhere are people, ssy like an ant nest.
In the command building at the base center, Gan Xiong is holding onto a wall, his gaze filled with fear for the first ti, looking out the window at the chaotic scenes.
"What’s happening? An earthquake?" Gan Xiong steadies himself against the wall and runs downstairs.
Zhou’s face is pale, speaking anxiously, "Don’t know, it’s very likely. Boss, let’s hurry downstairs. Our people are assembled."
Gan Xiong’s face is stern, silent.
After rushing downstairs, he sees the dispersing crowd and tries to remain calm, "Tell them to calm down, fire warning shots. We can’t afford chaos. If it turns completely chaotic, all my efforts will be for naught."
Gan Xiong, his temples gone white, and upon seeing his sons, Gan Long and Gan Hu, says to them,
"You two, take a team and stabilize the situation."
Influenced by their father, both sons are decisive, leading teams to settle the crowds.
Just then, a person stumbles towards Gan Xiong.
"It’s bad, the East wall has collapsed."
The news stirs up a tempest.
"What, the wall has collapsed?" Gan Xiong’s eyes widen, glaring at the ssenger.
He knows all too well the importance of that wall.
For long-term survival in this apocalypse, that wall is as crucial as a lifeline—it’s a wall of life.
If the wall is down, their defenses are down!
Gan Xiong quickly stops Gan Long and Gan Hu as they’re about to leave.
"You two, go fix the wall, and fast."
He roars at them.
Having never seen their father like this, so overtaken with emotion,
They nod rapidly, and both, with a large group, head towards the eastern wall.
By that ti, the shaking of the ground subsides a bit, not as violent as before when they could barely stand.
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