The night is still young.
The disaster hundreds of years ago extinguished the lights of human civilization, and the dust clouds, as thick and heavy as lead, largely blocked the brilliant sunlight. After the Lady of the Night left, there were only two scenes left in the sky of this world: the bloody dusk and the long night.
For most people living in the apocalypse, "darkness" is not so much a color as a "substance", a "substance" that can make people imagine and fear.
Whenever humans stare at the "darkness", it seems like the darkness is creeping every moment, like a young woman approaching wearing a black veil. If she doesn't take off the black veil, no one knows what is hidden under the black veil.
"call……"
"Ding ding ding ding!"
"Wrench No. 2! Quick!"
"Screws, quickly find all the screws and see if there are any suitable ones."
"Is there any electric welding? We must weld this hole as soon as possible!"
"The counterweight to replace the broken cylinder is not heavy enough! Find something heavy! Iron! I want iron!"
"The boss said we should leave at dawn!"
The "Orange Cat" parked on the railway track at the entrance of the valley is undergoing busy maintenance work.
Franky is indeed a talented person who has experience in repairing farm tractors.
When he was sent to the train, when Frankie saw this "behemoth", he showed the admiration that all steel men know. His eyes looked at the Orange Cat as if he were looking at his dead lover. .
Men's romance.
When Jimmy, Jim, and Franky met for the first time, they didn't exchange too many greetings or words. The three of them looked at each other, as if they understood each other's eyes, and held their hands together heavily. , squeezing the well-developed biceps and pectoralis major muscles against each other.
The three began repair work.
After Frankie checked it, he quickly discovered the problem: although the antique engine from hundreds of years ago was strong, it still couldn't withstand the damage of running all the way. Spark plug carbon deposits, oil leakage, cooling system failure, and control system short circuit are all minor problems. As long as the engine can rotate, it is not a big problem.
Frankie believes that if you want to set off before dawn, the biggest problem currently is the engine: three cylinders of the twenty-cylinder engine exploded, and the shaft imbalance caused by the odd number of cylinders increases the burden on the engine, so every time it is started, it will Shaking like this.
"The agricultural tractors in ancient times all had a three-cylinder structure. Three cylinders, you know? If it shakes, it will break your eggs." Frankie explained vividly: "As for the train, there is no difference between twenty-cylinders and three-cylinders. Too many, I think, just find a way to replace the broken cylinder with a usable counterweight.”
Just do it, after all, in this era, finding a professional train maintenance staff is nothing more than a dream. Franky has repaired three-cylinder agricultural tractors and is now an expert.
For trains, you need to practice both fine and rough methods, as long as they can run.
On the river bank.
Qing Shisan was panting, hammering his waist, smoking and resting.
He opened the door eighteen times in a short period of time and transferred all the supplies in the base and the personnel of the Doomsday Brotherhood.
Eighteen times a night is still very tiring.
While the brothers of the Doomsday Brotherhood were moving things onto the train, Qing Shisan took a break from his busy schedule to regain some strength.
If my guess is correct, there may be a hard fight before dawn.
Time passes little by little.
Zheng Xiu and his family were sitting on the cliff.
Yue Linglong sat quietly behind Zheng Xiu, her fair and cold hands gently and sometimes heavily squeezing Zheng Xiu's shoulders.
Shirley fell asleep in Zheng Xiu's arms, showing a peaceful expression.
Zheng Xiu gently patted Shirley on the back.
The orange cat competed with Shirley for a piece of negligible territory on Zheng Xiu's lap. It closed its eyes and fell asleep, making a light snoring sound.
It's still the same sentence: Anne will never sleep peacefully until her old enemy dies.
Yue Linglong looked at Zheng Xiu's back and Shirley sleeping soundly in Zheng Xiu's arms.
In a daze, she remembered that many years ago, when she and Zheng Xiu entered the wedding room, she had longed for this scene. She and Zheng Xiu will have a child, a family of three, and a cat by the way. They have fun in front of the flowers and under the moonlight, and share the family relationship.
Even though she knew that Shirley in Zheng Xiu's arms was not her flesh and blood, at this moment, in the darkness, in the apocalypse, this moment of subtle peace gave Yue Linglong such an illusion.
"Buzz buzz-"
"Buzz buzz-"
Zheng Xiu's expression was similar to that of the orange cat, both had their eyes closed, as if waiting.
The lips of one person and one cat trembled at a speed that was imperceptible to humans, activating the "high-speed divine words".
The two Supreme Beings are not chatting about some invisible secret, it's just that this private chat method is faster and more convenient, that's all.
Private chat:
Zheng Xiu: I mean Annie, you once said "concentrate and reach the peak". The end point of all cultivation methods is to temper the power and become a god. If any behavior can be regarded as a kind of "cultivation", then building a train like they do, Going to the extreme, is it possible to develop one's own "authority"?
Orange Cat: Of course.
Zheng Xiu: It’s still hard for me to imagine that human technology is related to transcendence and even power. For example... light speed repair or something?
Orange Cat: I don’t know, but of course I do, meow! There was an era that was called the "Era of Explosion" in our small circle. In that era, many strange powers were inexplicably born.
Zheng Xiu: For example?
Orange Cat: What kind of "project", "dog", "lucky", "magic stick" and so on.
Zheng Xiu: Huh?
Orange Cat: So everything can become a god.
Zheng Xiu sighed.
When Orange Cat said this, Zheng Xiu felt that the price of "god" had dropped a bit.
Is the source sea so vast?
The orange cat suddenly remembered something.
"Speaking of which, there is a very famous person who takes the scientific and technological route and has authority related to repairing machines."
"oh?"
Zheng Xiu became interested.
He always likes to listen to gossip related to gods and masters, which makes Zheng Xiu feel like he has officially joined the social circle of "gods".
"A long time ago, a long time ago, there was a very famous 'novice hunter' who took great pleasure in hunting new gods. I remember... it seemed to be called Nemesis or something. His body was a technological creation. In your words, it is probably artificial intelligence or something, forging the power called "omnic"."
"Can this still happen?"
"Of course." Orange Cat tried hard to remember: "But then it suddenly disappeared for some reason."
"No more? Why?"
"How do I know?" The orange cat sneered: "The Source Sea is circulating all the time, and everyone below the ruler is an ant. In the blink of an eye, thousands of gods may be born and die in a corner of the Source Sea. Destroy, enter retrospection, it is gone, it is nothing more than being killed by other higher-level beings."
Zheng Xiu thought about it for a moment, and it made sense.
After he became a god, in his own territory, people died and people were born every moment in Daqian. As a god, Zheng Xiu would not deliberately pay attention to who was doing what, nor how many people died.
He has looked down on all living beings from a more "macroscopic" perspective. All living beings have become mere numbers and data in Zheng Xiu's [Navigation Log].
As a master, Anne can know a "god" that once existed and now has disappeared. This is the highest level of this god.
While Zheng Xiu and Annie were chatting.
In the creeping darkness, a mountain peak in the distance suddenly collapsed.
What is shown in the field of vision is that the thing called darkness has been chewed out by "something".
Zheng Xiu and Annie stopped their "high-speed divine words" private chat and at the same time cast their gaze into the depths of darkness.
"coming."
Zheng Xiu and Annie said at the same time.
Rumble... Soon, everyone also noticed continuous and unusual vibrations coming from the ground. It was like there were thousands of small animals running rustling on the ground.
Under Zheng Xiu's instructions, Qing Shisan had already conveyed the "rat tide" issue.
Franky had never seen a "rat tide" and was unaware of its harm. He paused for a moment while swinging the hammer and muttered to himself: "How scary can a rat be? Can a rat cause such a movement?"
"Don't stop! Franky!"
Jim's clothes were soaked, and when he noticed the vibration, he tightened the screws even faster. When he saw Franky's movements slowing down, he almost shouted at Franky with a roar: "The rats are coming! What the boss said is not wrong! We must repair it before dawn, otherwise all of us will die." !”
Jimmy kept silent and kept working hard to speed up the progress.
The believers who had seen the terrifying rat tide, after loading all the supplies onto the train, could not participate in the rest and could only pray silently.
"Bless the Lady of the Night."
"Bless the Lady of the Night."
Someone sang an ode to the Lady of the Night.
"Um?"
Zheng Xiu's ears twitched slightly, and he heard someone calling his name.
When he looked down, he saw about twenty people from the Doomsday Brotherhood, headed by Mia and Xia Sha, muttering "Praise to the God of Correction" in a low voice.
Zheng Xiu scratched his head, he could understand Mia, the believer he had developed by himself. But why did Xia Sha suddenly believe in the "God of Correction"? When he looked at Qing Shisan's smiling and encouraging expression, Zheng Xiu suddenly realized that it was Qing Shisan who helped spread the faith.
As expected of me, you did a great job.
Zheng Xiu secretly gave Qing Shisan a thumbs up.
Although this small number of believers cannot bring much substantial benefits to Zheng Xiu, he is not taking the route of becoming a god through incense. But when the voices of a group of believers singing praises seemed to gather in Zheng Xiu's ears through some mysterious channel, it was like a piece of melodious and solemn music. It felt like sitting alone in the most luxurious concert hall in the world, listening to the top classical band singing a beautiful hymn for him. That feeling is a bit refreshing.
"Hurry! It's almost dawn!"
A pale color of blood was already reflected on the horizon, and there was not much time left before the time Zheng Xiu predicted.
They were not standing on a high place, but the closer vibrations coming from the ground reminded them like a reminder that time was running out.
Qing Shisan was urging anxiously from the side. Although he believed that with his own and the master's abilities, he would be able to escape unharmed from this terrifying wave of rats. It’s just the ones who are left…
It's not that their lives are so important, but Qing Shisan still has the compassion for human beings. Xia Sha had saved his life, and Qing Shisan valued the word "friendship" the most. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Qing Shisan was unwilling to give up the Doomsday Brotherhood that he had worked so hard to bring up.
"Uncle, the 'Voice of Evolution'... is so noisy."
Shirley, who was sleeping, opened her eyes. Her eye sockets were covered with raised blood vessels, and dark red blood seemed to be flowing inside. Shirley's "awakening" method is different from others. She was forced to take the flesh and blood of "abnormal creatures" and then awakened her abilities. She became a humanoid, and her appearance was a bit more ferocious and ugly than ordinary humanoids.
To her, the rushing footsteps of the "rat tide" are a kind of "sound of evolution". This is an elimination, a battle royale, and a forced biological evolution.
"Don't worry, it's okay."
Zheng Xiu comforted Shirley.
Shirley raised her head and looked curiously down at the uncles who were lying on the train knocking on the train, and asked: "Uncle, what are they...doing?"
Zheng Xiu's heart moved and he replied calmly: "They are repairing the train."
"What is a train?"
Shirley asked, blinking.
She had never seen anything like this.
"A kind of..." Zheng Xiu thought for a while: "Something that can carry us towards freedom and paradise."
Shirley's eyes lit up: "Train...can he run?"
"Not yet, the train is broken."
Shirley's eyes were a little more disappointed.
"Master!" Qing Shisan paid close attention to the progress of the repairs. Looking at the livid faces of Franky and Jiji brothers, Qing Shisan put out the cigarette rod, stuck it in his waist, and shouted to Zheng Xiu: "I'm afraid ……That's too late!"
Yue Linglong stopped rubbing her shoulders.
"...I'm going to stand in the way. Shirley, you're here to talk to Aunt Yue'er."
Zheng Xiu pondered for a moment, carefully put Xue Li down, and kicked the orange cat away.
The orange cat drew an arc in mid-air and fell into the carriage.
"Yeah, okay uncle."
Shirley agreed obediently.
Zheng Xiu rose into the sky, and beside him, the cold air suddenly froze, distorting the bloody morning glow.
"dad."
The young man Xue trembled with excitement on Zheng Xiu's pectoralis major.
Zheng Xiu was like a bolt of lightning that flashed across the alternating black and red sky, and in an instant he was hundreds of miles away.
"hiss……"
When Zheng Xiu stood high and looked down at the endless tide of rats below, which was like a black ocean, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He couldn't imagine how much food the rats had to eat to breed to such a terrifying level.
"Investigate, eliminate the false and preserve the true."
The dark light fell in Zheng Xiu's eyes. In Zheng Xiu's field of vision, a series of numbers started from single digits and jumped upwards crazily. In just one breath, this string of numbers jumped from single digits to tens. This number meant the number of rats in Zheng Xiu's field of vision. This is not the limit, the number is beating faster and faster.
The astronomical numbers made Zheng Xiu secretly gasp. What method should be used to completely destroy such a large number of rats? Zheng Xiu spent a lightning-fast tenth of a second thinking. He slowly shook his head in mid-air and sighed. Perhaps it is only possible to use destructive map cannons or completely destroy the world.
Suddenly, the hairs on Zheng Xiu's body stood up, and his [intuition] activated. The black rats gnawed at the mountains like wriggling flesh and blood, devouring everything they passed on the surface, squeezing and stacking on top of each other.
A cold gaze fell on Zheng Xiu, but soon, the second, third, fourth... Zheng Xiu's scalp was slightly numb. At this moment, he felt like he was being watched by billions of eyeballs. illusion.
The stacked rats squeezed and squirmed, and a face as tall as a mountain peak with ferocious and twisted "compound eyes" covered the bloody morning glow and entrenched itself in a corner of the sky.
"Ah……"
Zheng Xiu slowly spit out a shot of white mist, suddenly smiled, and looked at the hideous and ugly face.
"This face is so ugly."
Zheng Xiu nodded and said something sincere.
[The provocation was a great success].
The footsteps of the rushing rats paused for a moment.
The next moment, some of the rats rushing towards the north turned around strangely, and squirmed like tentacles high into the sky, towards Zheng Xiu.
(End of chapter)
