"Wadon, truly a remarkable man."
"He has opened another Golden Era, injecting the spirit of an entire era..."
Li Qing was in the ntal hospital in Phoenix City, sitting in the white office with a group of colleagues watching a movie on the computer.
The colleagues were all tearful, and so even began preparing for the apocalypse.
Even the sour and portly ntor, who ca from a capitalist background, was moved to tears, wiping his eyes with tissues, "Oh, Angelle, our great apocalypse hero, is our future really that tragic?"
In that scene, even the portly ntor was filled with the urge to take up a machine gun and engage in a bloody battle with those zombies, sacrificing his life for the glory of humanity.
A blonde female colleague burst into tears, shouting:
"Even if we, in the present, have forgotten the hardships of our past selves, we still rember every failure, every pain, every despair, the apocalypse struggle of human eras depicted in the movie."
"Humans forgetting history is equivalent to abandoning the past!" a colleague said.
The entire office, as if watching a romantic film, was moved to tears, continuously pulling out tissues.
Yet this was not a movie, but their future! A touching yet despairing dark apocalypse era.
How could Li Qing not know?
This was the essence of an era condensing.
Wadon was truly a remarkable man... a typical politician, capitalist.
He was skilled in speeches, mobilized the spirit, united people's hearts, if nothing unexpected happens, the second Golden Era will be driven and erupt in his hands.
Li Qing smiled faintly,
"Perhaps only the greediest capitalist, the greatest enemy of selfless heroes, truly understands what is... the spirit of era heroes."
Because only the enemy truly understands oneself.
And only the enemy knows how to awaken the era of heroes.
However, every Golden Era of heroes is initiated by the largest, most selfish capitalist, undeniably a kind of irony.
And his movie, even more so, is a foreshadowing!
Nothing rallies the hearts of the masses better than establishing the heroes of an era.
Nothing gathers the faith of races better than rembering a tragic history.
His movie is essentially a mobilization rally before the war, uniting scattered hearts with the pressure of the future and the greatness of heroes.
"Wadon, truly an interesting person."
Li Qing silently made a note of him.
Though he lacked talent, his mind was indeed sharp, a driving force of the era.
He suddenly laughed softly:
"But is this Angelle really the original Angelle? Perhaps they made a mistake."
They are not aware that after restarting, it is rely another person with the sa mories.
Because this is not true ti travel.
Their lives are a straight line, only encountering a similar flower along the way.
...
At this mont.
The entire humanity finished watching the movie, ninety minutes went by, three hours had already passed.
"Oh! We only have three hours left?"
"My God, this damned governnt actually wasted half of our precious six hours?"
People began to react, quickly cursing.
Yet soone imdiately analyzed:
"You can mock their greed, but you cannot ridicule their foolishness!"
"They possess the world's top think tanks, this seeming waste of ti was well-thought-out."
"Firstly, forcing you to watch the movie allows you to understand everything, only by knowing everything can you respond perfectly."
"Secondly, forcing you to waste three hours is to have you remain on standby, seeing the scenes from the previous movie. Our previous tiline drove madly everywhere in the six hours, returning ho, traffic congestion, vehicle blockades, ultimately causing unnecessary trouble."
"Clearly, letting us waste ti and remain in position is the best way to deal with disaster... not moving, not causing trouble, is the best coping chanism."
"We don't need much ti, most of us only need ten minutes to find a bathroom, a single room, and hide locally... the initial zombies were nothing more than ordinary human physiques and wouldn't surpass us."
...
Everyone listened to the analysis, amazed by its clear logic.
After two movies, they even lost their initial panic, as if affected by the emotions within, gradually gaining courage.
"History rembers, never forgets!" soone voiced on Twitter, a famous celebrity.
"Folks, hold your guns tightly!" a known international sports star voiced on YouTube.
"No need to prepare food, just weapons will suffice!"
"Without a gun in hand, you are rely a zombie's food supply! With a gun in hand, the supermarket becos your food supply!"
"Charge! Charge! Charge! Attack is the best defense!"
"Surely everyone has played similar gas!"
"GO! GO! GO! Find a shelter! Hide! Grab our beliefs, load ammunition, prepare for surrounding enemies, it's crucial to be wary of the Zombie Lord, and stay hidden as much as possible!"
"Hey! My dear brothers and sisters, this will be a survival ga!"
Soone rallied online.
The country has a tradition of forming organizations, and people have established the "Apocalypse Motorcycle Boy," joining in droves.
No wonder this is the land of daily gunfights, where their bravery and ferocity have been trained amidst constant fear.
"Although I've studied in this country for too long, each ti I'm still surprised by this."
Li Qing leisurely sat on a chair, browsing information online, watching the countless excited people outside.
"In this round of world sand table ga, they've just stepped up to the table, and they're mobilizing the entire population, which is the optimal solution... Zombies, you're in trouble."
He looked relaxed as he drank a cup of coffee, "Each ti more intense than the last, both sides are giving it their all."
Humans are social animals, influenced by one another, creating empathy.
And the spirit of an era is to ignite these kinds of emotions, spreading mutually, eventually forming an unstoppable frenzy, one heroic figure following another, braving death.
...
5:30 PM.
The apocalypse, begins its outbreak!
Ah!
"No!"
"Look, honey, the guy across the window is screaming loudly, he's turned into a zombie."
"Don't shoot , I'm singing, celebrating the arrival of Satan Day, I'm human, I'm human, I've raised my hands! Please don't empty your magazine."
Soon, one roar after another filled the entire world.
The apocalypse erupted, zombies randomly awakened.
This ti, even humans who survived last ti might not escape turning into zombies.
Ultimately, they are not the sa person.
Qualities differ.
The previous person was a genius; this one might be a fool. Even turning into a zombie depends on personal willpower.
This is the true essence of each apocalyptic crisis; it's fully randomized, highly variable, and impossible to deal with entirely based on past experience.
Of course.
Ordinary zombies across the land awaken at random, but the identities of those Zombie Lords are fixed.
Because they never truly died... They were rely frozen, then rebuilt the sand table.
Roar!
Apocalyptic slaughter.
The entire city was lit with flas, as if entering a battlefield of a world war.
Eight zombies, two humans, is one person taking down four impressive?
The whole nation is ard, militias everywhere.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Zombies began to drastically decrease.
Soon, they created a historic record:
The number of human survivors exceeded that of zombies for the first ti.
"Hahaha, we won!"
"I killed over a hundred!"
"Zombies are everywhere!"
"Run! I'm in Alaska, and thirteen apocalypse lords appeared here; this is the scariest place among the fifty states, completely a forbidden zone. Yet we civilians can't handle it; we'll be wiped out, and so have even been infected into zombies."
"According to statistics, there are still a hundred and thirteen of them, having crossed into this space-ti."
"Don't get excited, everyone, they can still wipe out modern humans!"
Sixth-tier zombies, country-destroying level.
If unblocked, each one could destroy a country.
Of course, modern firearms and weaponry aren't to be underestimated; the modern military can also destroy nations.
Thousands of heavy-firepower troops can still suppress a Zombie Lord, even beat the opponent to pulp.
But the toughest part is they're hard to kill.
Your heavy fire might crush them to at paste, but they undergo Soul Ergence, possessing other corpses, and after a while, restore to full power. How can you fight them?
They resurrect repeatedly, eliminating your soldiers; extinction is only a matter of ti.
Currently, only two things are found to directly affect souls:
First: Laser weapons can instantly hit and obliterate the escaping soul, but the soul requires a peer-level expert to see and attack.
Second: Thick tal alloy.
The consciousness wave of the soul cannot penetrate tal materials.
Incapacitate a Zombie Lord, enclose it in a tal alloy cage, and kill it inside—the soul can't escape.
But in practice, it's also extrely difficult.
"Don't panic! This is the best mont for humanity!"
"Dawn is just ahead!"
"They've had their wings clipped, only their leaders remain. With our heavy weaponry holding up until our Sixth-tier Genetic Warriors show up and our Savior Angelle rises, we can slay them!"
Countless people analyzed and got excited, everything seed hopeful.
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