On the city wall, a trumpet sounded. It was the voice of the soldier squad leader:
"If you want to enter the city to receive assistance, please show your proof that you are refugees..."
“…”
People were stunned.
They were only a wall away from survival, but they were isolated from the world for such a ridiculous reason. What proof did they have...
They roared, scolded, and screamed, but their frail bodies could not withstand the waves of soldiers' attacks. Soon, the crowd dispersed reluctantly, and they turned around with numb steps, embarking on the final desperate journey.
The grandmother held the little girl in her arms and moved slowly. After a few steps, she found that there was no sound in her arms.
She thought her granddaughter was asleep: "Tuan Tuan, wake up, we have to keep going."
The girl didn't move.
"Tuan Tuan, don't sleep anymore, we still have to travel overnight."
The girl still didn't move.
The grandmother turned the girl over and saw that her little face was pale, her eyes were closed, and there was no air under her nose.
The world forces living people to become dead at a very young age.
“…”
She bent down, trembling, and hugged the frozen girl tightly.
It seemed to have become a tombstone.
…
[North Lissel Valley]
In the valley, North Lisser sat by the stream, helping his fellow appliance men replace parts.
"Xiaobei, I heard that Doomsday City has gone to war?" A refrigerator man said, "But going to war won't solve any problems... The problem now is not [he], but that the overall resources of mankind have been exhausted..."
Bei Lisel closed his eyes, his white hair dancing in the warm wind: "I know."
Grid time is three-line parallel, and the resources needed by the Dawn system to build dimensions are constantly being consumed.
He had heard before that some people said that this was "the most critical Kaiusta, concerning the fate of the world." Now it is true, and the three-dimensional resources are approaching a critical point of depletion.
"I'm afraid that humans won't be able to survive until the 72nd year of the catastrophe reset..." Bei Lisel bit his finger. "If this dimension collapses, everyone will be finished. There will be no next simulation. The 'past', 'present', and 'future' will all collapse at the same time..."
"What should we do, Xiaobei?" the radio man said in a shrill voice.
"There is no other way. Resources cannot be created out of thin air. But didn't [Hevi] give us a way?" Bei Lisel said, "Hand over Akto in exchange for resources. If humans want to survive, this is the only way."
He suddenly raised his head.
"Listen," he said, "it's happening again."
Above the sky, the sound spread throughout the world.
[Hand over Asa Ak-To. Push him to the edge of the world, and we will grant you enough wealth and resources to survive...]
[Hand over Asa Ak-To...]
This voice has been echoing for many years. At first, people did not believe this nonsense, but as the invasion deepened, some people actually received resources from [Other Dimensions], and too many people were bewitched by [Other Dimensions] and became new believers.
The refugees died due to human self-expulsion. When they were on the verge of death, [Hevi] bestowed resources, saved them, and became their god.
Bei Lisel closed his eyes.
"No, I have to go help him. I can't hide away from the world anymore..." Bei Lisel said, "You stay here and wait for me to come back."
…
The war did not go smoothly.
Because the goal of the war is not clear at all.
After killing one Red Eyes army, another will come. There will always be people being bewitched and invaded. Su Mingan once again released the missionary aura screen recording method, but the fatal problem was not in this regard.
Resource shortage is the biggest obstacle to human survival. [One and a half dimensions] is in a dimension that is not connected to the upper and lower dimensions, and there is no way to get support. Unless you can hold on until the world resets in 72 years.
This barren land has lost God's favor and has become like hell.
It’s the seventeenth day since the dungeon was opened, at night.
65 years after the disaster, the population dropped to two-thirds of its original level, with the majority of deaths caused by starvation and freezing.
Su Mingan sat by the campfire in the ruins, and beside him were the confused Sen and others.
If the war in the previous 49 years of the Cataclysm was to fight against the Gods and conquer the City of God, this war had almost no purpose, as if it was just for killing. No matter how many Red Eyes they killed, the number of people frozen to death was always increasing. The army could kill people, but it could not save anyone.
This is endless despair.
"What kills humans is not God, not faith, but humans themselves." Sen murmured.
...Too many people want them to hand over the city lord.
Suddenly, he saw Xi stand up.
She slowly walked out from the crowd of people covered in wounds. Everyone looked at her who was also covered in wounds.
"Please don't give up." Xi said, "We must protect the people of Doomsday City and fight to the last moment."
She held her head high:
"——We would rather freeze to death due to lack of resources than be killed by those bewitched by others... This is the meaning of our fight."
What a desperate battle.
Just to change the way I die.
Her face was covered with frostbite. The temperature outside was getting lower and lower, and it was a coldness that went straight into her soul.
"Xiao Shuai, handing you over won't solve the problem, it will only lead to greater despair." Xi squatted down, held Su Ming'an's hand tightly, and put the thirty-third necklace she gave him in his palm.
She murmured, as if trying to convince herself:
"You are the best, I can't lose you."
"..."Su Mingan didn't say anything.
Despite the difficult times and the lack of divine guidance, he relied on his own judgment of the situation and tried his best to lead people through this year. His companions did not give up and always protected him.
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