The humanoid boy Qingcheng was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing was like fire.
Holding onto the edge of the cold and rough cement board, he staggered out, his feet stepping on the sticky insect blood and broken shells, making an uncomfortable "puff" sound.
Zi Feng lay in the cold metal ruins, with a sticky mixture of insect blood flowing beneath him.
His face was as pale as paper, the wound on his chest was hideously protruding, deep enough to see the bone, and blood was still slowly oozing out.
His eyes, which had once inspired thunder, opened with difficulty. Their gaze was dull and weak, with a lingering sense of bewilderment from surviving a calamity.
The hand, which was stained with his own blood and dark purple Zerg slime, was raised with difficulty and placed heavily on the shoulder of the humanoid boy Qingcheng, which was covered with oil and dust.
His hand was weak, yet it carried an indescribable strength.
"Qingcheng..." Every word Zi Feng uttered seemed to take up a huge amount of effort.
His voice was hoarse and broken, with a strong smell of blood, and his eyes moved towards Qingcheng's hand with difficulty.
He still held tightly to the crude detonator.
Zi Feng said intermittently: "...Why are you here? Are these bottles and jars of yours really working?"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a violent cough, and a streak of bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The setting sun has already set, and the moonlight is unusually cold.
Penetrating the smoke that filled the sky above Xicheng District and the strange dark purple mist that had not yet dissipated, a few strands of silver light were scattered.
The humanoid boy Qingcheng lowered his head and his eyes fell on his hand that was tightly holding the wrench.
That hand did not look like that of a young man. The rough palm was covered with calluses and scratches.
At this moment, it was covered with sticky, cold, dark purple insect blood that was flashing with a strange glow.
The humanoid boy Qingcheng subconsciously rubbed the rough surface of the wrench hard on his equally dirty and greasy overalls, trying to wipe off the cold and slippery filth belonging to the Zerg.
The touch of metal came through the palm of my hand, carrying an unusually quiet power.
After the dark purple blood stain on the wrench was wiped off, the original metal color was revealed. Under the cold moonlight, it reflected a small, weak but extremely tenacious light.
Within a radius of ten meters, the terrifying roars of the Zerg killing each other and the sound of their shells shattering still echoed, like the background noise from the depths of hell.
The humanoid boy Qingcheng raised his head and glanced across the killing field in front of him, which was made up of steel, flesh, blood and madness.
He said, "...This is what my grandfather collected. He said it might be effective against the Zerg."
Zi Feng said: "...is this your grandfather's...biological pheromone?"
The humanoid boy Qingcheng nodded heavily: "He said it would be useful, so I will use it!"
It does work, but it is indeed too little.
Facing so many Zerg, it's just a drop in the bucket...
Qingcheng thought about how his grandfather gave him this life-saving thing, but he himself died in the rampage of the Zerg. He couldn't help but tighten the wrench in his hand, and his expression instantly became gloomy.
At this moment, the brutal battle in the western district of Mulan City was also transmitted to the Star Network through the live broadcast account opened by Xia Chujian.
The residents of Kanli, Zangge and Beichen were all speechless when watching this brutal live broadcast of the war.
Even if it was a water army company that specialized in fabricating data, no one would go to StarNet to operate at that time.
Although they also received orders asking them to muddy the waters on the Star Network and suppress the popularity of Xia Chujian's Guiyuan Star War live broadcast, they had previously thought it was no problem.
They make a living from this and feel that it is no different from any previous order.
Just answer it.
But at this moment, when they saw the brutal war displayed on the live broadcast, and saw dozens of humanoids, almost with bare hands, fighting to the death with a Zerg, they all fell silent, choked with sobs, as if something was blocking their hearts.
These people have never felt like they do now that all human beings, whether they are slaves or untouchables, are the same as them!
The Zerg are the aliens!
They are the enemies who want to exterminate them!
Humanoids are using their lives to protect this world that belongs to humans...
Therefore, even the employees of the water army company are unable to suppress the popularity of this live broadcast on the Internet.
As for the staff of the Starnet social platform who were ordered to limit the flow of Xia Chujian's live broadcast account, they pretended not to see anything.
Are you kidding me?!
The entire empire, even the entire ethnic group, is at a critical juncture of life and death. Do they have the time to pay attention to the unreasonable demands from above?!
To be honest, if Gui Yuanxing really cannot stop the Zerg attack, everyone feels that the entire Beichen Empire will probably not be able to escape the fate of several other countries.
The country will be destroyed!
Since my country and race are about to be destroyed, should I do the work assigned by my superiors?
Is it important?
Is it important?
Is it important?!
At this moment, on the live broadcast screen, outlined by the cold moonlight and the diffuse smoke, more huge shadowy insect figures were emerging and wriggling again from the deep shadows in the center of the western district of Mulan City on Guiyuan Star.
This is the second batch.
Their huge outlines appear even more hideous and terrifying in the night, like surging black mountains.
The friction sound of the new shell was low and heavy, carrying the tremor of the earth, coming from far away and getting closer, like a dull drumbeat hitting the tense nerves of everyone watching the live broadcast.
As for the people in the West District of Mulan City who have faced all this, they have become numb.
It’s nothing but death, it just depends on whether the death is valuable!
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