The appearance of the Lord of the Apocalypse was completely beyond Zhuang Li's expectations.
It was rare for him to be stunned for such a moment? Just one or two seconds.
Bei Ming could hear the voices of all the taskers and all the systems communicating, so he naturally knew what was going to happen next.
The countdown to destruction, the ever-increasing apocalyptic state until all life was completely wiped out—this description, word after word, made him realize the gravity of the consequences. The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished completely in an instant.
This world is a world abandoned by God.
god?
Thinking of this term, Bei Ming felt an unprecedented murderous intent rising in his heart.
However, when he turned and saw Dr. Zhuang, his murderous intent was immediately suppressed. He took Dr. Zhuang's hand and gently tucked it into his open coat, covering his strong chest muscles and letting him feel his steady heartbeat.
Zhuang Li came back to his senses: "...What are you doing?"
Bei Ming's ears turned red. "I see you seem frightened by this corpse."
Dr. Zhuang should feel better if he touches this beloved body, right? Bei Ming did it without much thought.
Zhuang Li slowly understood his train of thought and couldn't help laughing. But even as he laughed, he didn't forget to touch the strong, broad chest that always gave him a sense of security.
"Well, it does feel much better." He sighed in his heart.
Bei Ming breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Dr. Zhuang's hand which was moving lower and lower, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.
Ye Huai jumped away from the corpse with its brain splattered, and said in horror: "Fuck, how did this woman appear? Fuck, was she almost killed by me just now? She is the tasker, right?"
After saying that, he pointed at the two of them and quickly changed the subject: "No, you're worried that Zhuang Li will be scared, so you should go and rub Zhuang Li's breasts. Why did you let him rub your breasts?"
7480 snorted and laughed, "This idiot."
Zhuang Li also chuckled in his heart: "You three are all idiots, don't look down on each other."
7480 and Bei Ming: "..."
Zhuang Li was silent for a moment, then thought to himself, "We must immediately capture a tasker, feed him truth serum, and tell everyone about the impending apocalypse."
7480 quickly interjected, "There are many taskers lurking in the base. Let's go and capture them."
While the man and his pet were talking, a group of staff came over to clean up the body of the female tasker. Bei Ming picked out a tasker hiding among them and asked in a deep voice, "What did you want to do to Dr. Zhuang just now?"
What? I didn’t do anything. I just wanted to come over to see if there was any cheat code to pick up: “…”
Fuck, I was squatting on the ground wiping the blood, which eye of yours saw me attacking Dr. Zhuang?
Zhuang Li immediately cooperated: "Use electric shock and truth serum."
Tasker: “…”
It's unfair! With Bei Ming around, he must have been crazy to kill Zhuang Li! He really wanted to leave this world alive, but he wasn't stupid enough to seek death!
However, in this base, Zhuang Li's words were orders that had to be carried out. He had barely opened his mouth when several soldiers came over, used muscle relaxants to knock the man down, and carried him away for interrogation.
So, an hour later, the top brass of the base rushed to the command center and learned that the Lord of the Apocalypse was about to destroy the world.
Demigod? That sounds like the ravings of a psychopath! How could there be a god in the world who could destroy a world with just a wave of his hand?
After much discussion, everyone felt the news was unreliable. However, Zhuang Li, after everyone had finished discussing the matter, slowly spoke up: "Launch Plan B."
This is what it means to believe.
He was the brains of this base. Even though everyone was skeptical of his orders, no one stood up to stop them. Everyone returned to their respective posts and began to implement Plan B.
In the huge conference room, only Ye Huai, Zhuang Li and Bei Ming were still sitting in their original seats.
Ye Huai believed in the existence of the Lord of the Apocalypse. He felt that his rebirth was a blessing from the gods.
"Why does the gods let me save the world, but also want to destroy it?" He slumped in the chair, muttering with lifeless eyes.
"It's very simple, because the god who saves the world and the god who destroys the world are not the same person." Zhuang Li said calmly.
Bei Ming's heart was shaken. That mischievous little system always called him a god. He had thought it was just a nickname and didn't think much of it. But now, the Lord of the Apocalypse had appeared, proving that gods truly existed. So, what was he?
Dr. Zhuang should know the answer to this question, right?
Bei Ming looked at Zhuang Li, his eyes gleaming with inquiry.
Zhuang Li held his hand and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"
Bei Ming looked at those beautiful eyes, and all distracting thoughts disappeared from his mind: "Nothing, I just wanted to take a good look at you."
If there was no way to save the world, then at least this person had to stay alive. Bei Ming had never been so naive as he was now. He actually wished he were a god so that he could use his divine power to send his beloved to a safe place.
As he had this thought, Zhuang Li suddenly sensed the call of the God-forsaken Land. It even used some of its power to try to suck him into space.
Zhuang Li immediately held Bei Ming's hands tightly, resisting the pull of this force.
"What is your biggest wish at this moment? Tell me quickly!" he asked hurriedly.
Bei Ming didn't know what was going on, but he answered honestly, "I want you to live."
Zhuang Li decisively denied it. "No, if I survive, what will you do? We both must survive, do you understand?"
He murmured darkly in his heart: "If you die, I can't live either. You are my spiritual support. Without spiritual support, a brain evolver will only go towards self-destruction. So, I will kill myself."
Hearing these decisive words, Bei Ming's heart ached violently for a moment. He quickly clasped Dr. Zhuang's hands, but his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.
Zhuang Li guided her word by word: "Say you want to be with me. Say we're not going anywhere, just here. Say it now!"
The pull grew stronger, as if it would whisk Bei Zhuangli away in the next moment. Once he left this world, he might never return. He wouldn't give up on Bei Ming in any other world, because he'd already made a mistake once.
He didn't want to experience that kind of pain a second time.
So he urged sharply: "Hurry up and tell me! Tell me you're staying, and we're together!"
Feeling Dr. Zhuang's urgency, Bei Ming finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "You stay. We will live and die together."
The increasingly powerful pulling force disappeared without a trace the moment Bei Ming finished speaking.
This further confirmed Zhuang Li's suspicions. The "Forsaken Land of the Gods" belonged to Bei Ming. It was an independent space he had created to hide from the Lord God.
So, this fool just wanted to get himself away safely, right? Then he would disappear here alone.
Zhuang Li shut down his mind, feeling both angry and moved. He stood up, hugged the fool's head, kissed his forehead with deep affection, and promised: "We will always be here, and we will all live well. All your wishes will come true."
"Because you still have me." He sighed in his heart as always.
Hearing his inner thoughts, the confusion in Bei Ming's eyes turned into determination.
Ye Huai, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand tremblingly and asked with a cold sweat, "I'm sorry, although I really don't want to interrupt you, but I want to ask, what is Plan B? Can we really all survive?"
A single zombie wave has already wiped out nine-tenths of the human population. How will the remaining one-tenth withstand the successive catastrophes? No one can survive, right?
How can human power compete with that of gods?
Ye Huai has died once, and he knows the horror of death better than anyone else.
He slumped in his chair, his body as cold as ice.
Zhuang Li turned to him and spoke slowly, "Do you remember how you described the apocalypse to me? You said countless meteorites would fall from the sky."
"Yes." Ye Huai nodded in a daze.
He didn't understand what this sentence had to do with Plan B.
Zhuang Li said calmly, "So, this base was built from the outset to withstand disasters caused by meteor showers. It's built to withstand not only zombie hordes, but also explosions, high temperatures, rising sea levels, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, decades of cold winters caused by dust storms, and oxygen deprivation."
Zhuang Li said calmly, "The Lord of the Apocalypse has the power to trigger a world-destroying catastrophe. All the means at his disposal are already included in the disaster caused by a massive meteor shower. And this base, and the several bases I secretly built on the plateau, are coincidentally designed for this series of disasters. The Lord of the Apocalypse wants to kill all life, so I'll make a bet with him to see if humanity can survive to the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge roar was heard over the base. It was the sound caused by thousands of aircraft currently in the army coming out in full force.
They fly densely across the sky like flocks of migrating birds in winter, trying their best to rescue the survivors stranded outside.
Every human being is a spark of this world.
As long as there is a spark that is not extinguished, the plan of the Lord of the Apocalypse will collapse completely.
This is a game between mortals and gods.
Ye Huai staggered to the window and watched the planes flying by.
Before he could even begin to marvel at the grandeur of Plan B, another loud explosion echoed through the sky. Suddenly, a curved glass cover appeared above the base. Occasionally, flashes of lightning streaked across the glass, like a dragon formed by the convergence of lightning.
It is defending this land.
"You activated the plasma wall?" Ye Huai finally reacted.
"Yes, this protective shield can effectively isolate the extreme cold and heat. The people living in the base are safe. We just need to wait for the Lord of the Apocalypse to make a move." Zhuang Li sat down slowly and spoke calmly.
At the same time, a tall, handsome man was reclining on a luxurious couch, tossing a small blue ball in his palm and muttering in a dreamlike voice, "How should I kill you, little mouse? Is freezing good or bad? Freezing doesn't bring pain."
He chuckled with interest, then placed his other hand over the blue ball and poured out his divine power.
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