Earth, wasteland.
"The monsters have taken over the western docks."
"Plants, plants are alive, trees and vines can kill people, our pontoon will be crushed in a few seconds, fire? Fire is useless!"
"I saw the green coming in like a wave, fast, fuck, fast."
"Birmingham is dead, they're all dead, there's a hole in the pontoon, they're poisoned by the air, blood, blood everywhere."
"There's no time, the plants will soon take over the western mines!"
"There are big tree men, dozens of meters tall, and a kind of man-eating flower that can swallow people whole. Bullets are useless. Flamethrowers? It's useless. Do you understand!"
"I heard that Zhongjing has closed the entrance, is it true?"
"Run away, run away!"
"Where is Xi'an? Where is the garrison robot unit? Where is Xi'an?"
Four super-heavy mining dump trucks were speeding across the wasteland. The cockpit of the leading dump truck was lifeless. Balentin huddled in a corner holding an egg-shaped weapon, staring at the image projected in the center of the floor, and kept licking his lips. Tense and dry lips.
Sorge sat on his knees next to the image with a solemn expression. Next to him, Tam sat on a mottled and greasy metal cover with worried eyes.
Over the past five hours, they encountered more than a dozen groups of mining trucks fleeing hastily from the direction of the western mine. Most of them were workers and their families, as well as many gang members.
From these people, they continued to get news from the front. However, as they got closer and closer to the western mines, the news became worse and worse, gradually depicting a cruel reality.
Xian is nowhere to be seen, and the New Order Joint Conference shows no response. Faced with enemies from other worlds, humans have not organized any effective resistance. The goblins are advancing at a devastating speed, and it will not take long for them to occupy the western mines.
To make matters worse, they never heard anything about the Defiant.
At this time.
The holographic image in the center of the cockpit showed that a convoy appeared again three kilometers ahead.
Balentine's eyes lit up, he stood up with an egg-shaped weapon, took out the walkie-talkie from his arms and shouted: "There is a convoy, stop them."
Before he finished speaking, the second heavy-duty mining dump truck suddenly changed direction and overtook from the left, followed by the third and fourth vehicles.
Four dump trucks went hand in hand, filled the lane, and then began to slow down.
A few minutes later.
A dilapidated heavy truck came into view, headlights flashing.
The four dump trucks stopped slowly without any intention of giving way. For a moment, the heavy truck had to slow down until it stopped.
Dozens of Mayfly members climbed down from the hanging ladder in the back of the super-heavy mining dump truck and approached the truck with guns drawn.
Balentine also jumped out of the car and braved the strong wind to get to the driver's side door of the truck.
Sand grains in the wind rattled the car body, and the door glass reflected a face covered in blood.
Balentine held a respirator mask with one hand, held a gun with the other hand, and fired into the air.
The sound of gunfire and fire were swallowed up by the wind and sand in the blink of an eye, but they acted as a threat enough. The car door opened a crack and a hand stretched out.
Balentine took the hand and climbed into the car on the ladder. As soon as he took off the mask, he smelled a strong smell of blood.
There were seven or eight people crowded in the car, including men and women, stained with blood, and two children.
"Ferdinand?" Seeing the driver's face clearly, Balentine was stunned for a moment, feeling a strong uneasiness in his heart, and asked hurriedly, "Why are you here?"
The driver turned out to be a member of the Mayfly Brotherhood, a subordinate of Cain's loyal servant S, a young man nicknamed Ferdinand.
Perhaps he had not yet recovered from the panic. It took Ferdinand a few seconds to react and said in a daze: "Mr. Balentine?" The shooters, "Are those our guys?"
Balentine grabbed Ferdinand by the collar and shouted: "Why are you here! Where is the Defiant!"
The young man who was born on the Free Trade Defender and grew up muttered in despair:
"The Defiant is destroyed."
Balentine slapped Ferdinand on the face and said angrily: "Don't be such a fucking bitch, tell me, where is Mr. Massey?"
"Dead, s is also dead." Ferdinand shivered: "Only three submarines escaped. Except for those who died on the road, the survivors were all in the car behind."
"Fuck! Fuck!"
Balentine cursed hysterically, put on his breathing mask, kicked open the door, climbed up another hanging ladder, and jumped into the back of the truck.
This kind of heavy-duty truck was originally used to pull miners back and forth between the ground and the mine pit. The truck bed is flat but has no roof. At this moment, densely packed people are huddled together. Many people don't even have breathing masks, and some are obviously dead. For a long time, his mouth was wide open and he was facing up to the sky, while the people around him just buried their heads and were not aware of it.
Balentin looked anxious and roughly pulled everyone's head to check, until he picked up a stiff female body and found that the woman had given the breathing mask to her three-year-old son and pressed her body against the son. Prevent the mask from being snatched away by others after your death.
The little boy was still alive, tugging at his mother's clothes in panic.
Balentine's chest rose and fell, his mask filled with white mist, and he turned around to look.
In the sky full of yellow sand, trucks spread out one after another, and the convoy was unknown to them.
Balentine, the leader of the Mayfly who regarded human life as nothing and loved cruel bionic experiments, finally felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Most of the countless people exposed to the air in the carriage were destined not to reach Zhongjing alive.
However.
So what if we get to Zhongjing?
The spiritual world.
In the belly of the alien beast, in an area specially opened for carbon-based creatures, a simple armored vehicle without markings was parked.
There was dead silence in the car.
Two OO gang members, an amateur doctor aboard the Defiant, a frustrated former gang boss, and a service robot. None of them thought that one day the burden related to the fate of mankind would fall on them. .
The silly guy cleared his throat and whispered: "The Pangbotan people said that if the goblins really dare to invade the earth, Du Yujing will definitely not sit idly by and do nothing. Let's go to Du Yujing first as the message said. , tell Emperor Haotian about the goblin’s crimes.”
"Do you think Emperor Haotian can meet anyone he wants?" Lao Yang looked ugly, "What if Du Yujing doesn't care about this matter? What will happen then?"
"Then what do you think we should do?" Thunder Dog was furious. "What can we losers do? Can we fucking save the earth?"
"Okay, stop fucking arguing," Wang Chao, who had been closing his eyes to repose, opened his eyes, "You two go to Du Yujing, while Lao Yang, Leah, I, and I go to the Terranza Sacred Carbon-based Alliance."
The stupid man murmured: "Will the Carbon-based Alliance care about the life and death of human beings?"
"If no one cares." Wang Chao smiled and glanced at Leah's back, "We will go home."
Leah stood alone in front of the car window, her body reflecting the metallic luster, and her right hand had turned into a sharp blade with a sharp edge.
