The projection of Shangrila radiated across a vast expanse instantly, yet from an even higher celestial vantage point, looking down, it was nothing more than a glimr amidst the layers of stormy gray and black in the satellite imagery.
So small.
"Finally…"
In the garrison base of Tower City, Fan Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his eyelids lifted slightly, catching a glimpse of that faint light.
"After so grass beating to scare the snake, sothing finally jumped out."
He sneered coldly and turned away:
"It's a desperate struggle."
.
.
"I feel like I might die soon."
Since evening, the sky had been overcast, pressing heavily on one's chest, with gusts of humid breeze failing to dispel the heat, making it even harder to breathe.
In the frontline base, the frontline commander of the rapid response unit, Liang Mo, slumped in his chair, sighing long and hard, downing bottle after bottle of soda.
"..." The Peacekeeping Cat beside him hesitated to speak, an emoji of disdain popping up on the screen, it ultimately carried another box over, placing it in the modified fridge on its chest to chill first.
Then, silently, on the system's certification mark for Liang Mo, it added to the list after 'slacker' and 'loafer': 'carbonated waster'.
Humans, who on earth invented them?
They're such a hassle to raise.
Fragile, small, weak, if you're not careful, they just up and die.
Blow them up and they scatter into pieces, spread them out and they're just a strip, even capable of wriggling...
Recalling the human rearing tips from other cats, the kitty felt a bit worried: If he keeps lying down like this, would he really beco a waste?
Thinking about this, the giant chanical body inclined slightly.
Sighing in a fatherly, troubled manner.
Several tis, its palm lifted then fell back, and finally, helplessly reached out, patting Liang Mo's head.
As a gesture of comfort.
Humans, don't be afraid, even if you beco a waste, I'll go work and earn soda money to support you...
Liang Mo turned his head, looking at the Peacekeeping Cat squatting beside him with a complex expression: "Gou Zi, are you taking advantage of ?"
Without hesitation, 'Gou Zi' gave him a hefty smack.
Liang Mo's vision went black, almost being launched from the deck chair by the slap, and he lay on the floor eating dust for quite a while, coughing constantly.
"Damn it, are you trying to kill ? Can't you be gentler?!"
The cat raised a middle finger.
Indifferent.
The screen displayed Hai'an Technology's user manual and warnings, strictly prohibiting any illegal modifications to this machine, including but not limited to any lethal functions…
"Fuck, almost forgot, Gou Zi, in your state, you can't kill... hey, not being able to kill is good, much better than those damn soldiers."
Liang Mo shook his head and gave a self-deprecating smile, slumping back into the chair, "If only I were like you, just charging and sunbathing could keep alive, without the need to 'ratatat' a gun at others, and no one would want to bomb on the street... damn, once this dogshit life ends, who wouldn't die, damn it!"
He crushed the can in his hand, gesturing to Gou Zi: "Hand a beer."
The cat opened the panel on its chest and tossed a beer over.
Then, its movents froze in place.
The screen flickered wildly.
Imdiately after, a sharp, high-pitched alarm sounded from the Peacekeeping Cat's body, awakening countless people inside the barracks, who opened their doors in confusion, cautiously looking around.
A technical sergeant rushed out tugging up his pants, yelling angrily: "Liang Mo, you bastard, did you break Gou Zi? I told you that the fridge couldn't be packed full! You just wouldn't listen..."
Liang Mo was stunned, saying nothing.
Quickly, the technical sergeant realized it too.
At this mont, the alarm covering the base wasn't just radiating from the Peacekeeping Cat in front of them. All Peacekeeping Cats were suddenly erupting with sharp sounds, one after the other.
The screen overhead was a bright blood red.
——[Heavenly Calamity Alert]!
Boom!!!
A terrifying earth-shattering roar ca from the ominous clouds overhead.
Whistling gale winds with endless sand, like an enraged beast, crawled out from the deepest parts of the White Country, rolling towards the frontline base.
Then, amidst the earth-shattering tremors, the technical sergeant finally looked up, along with the dazed Liang Mo, gazing towards the sky.
Countless pale branches extended, phantom-like giant trees covering the firmant, and behind the withered branches, the sky had already turned blood red.
Torrential blood rain, engulfing the wilderness!
Throughout the entire frontline base, fierce light erupted, forcibly creating a gap and shield from the deluge of blood rain pouring down. Yet, within the blood-drenched wilderness, ever-increasing shrill howls echoed.
Almost manic, with hunger howling!
The mutant blood rain calamity spilled mutated Life Force, even endless blood of wolves, upon the earth, driving everything living in the wilderness mad.
Shiver-inducing howls and screams erupted from the thick blood rain, Liang Mo, moving stiffly, fumbled to get into his exoskeleton, as he heard the rumble from the base's outer wall.
The defense system's machine guns were triggered, the dim night was suddenly torn by incandescent fire lines, the fleeting light brought no sense of security, but illuminated swarming hordes of insects, massive objects, and monsters writhing out of the darkness.
High above, amidst the storm clouds, a strange shadow appeared between the thunders, like a giant serpent lurking behind a curtain, opening its mouth to spew forth a tempest and dust.
Dense mist surged down, colliding with the base's Heavenly Elent Domain, sizzled upon contact.
"Don't be afraid, hold steady!"
Liang Mo raised the heavy machine gun suited to his exoskeleton: "Everyone await orders, ready to act anyti, don't panic folks, the base walls are still standing, those damn things won't get in—"
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