Wasteland plane.

Just when Su Ziyu felt that an unprecedented powerful enemy was approaching the material world, an event that was enough to change the course of the world occurred in an underground laboratory in the wasteland plane.

The white conference room was filled with figures.

There were both men and women among them, most of them looked quite old, and more than half of them were dressed like scholars. The youngest among them was a mature woman in her thirties, with long wavy wine-red hair and a pair of black-framed glasses. At this moment, she was pushing the glasses on the bridge of her nose with her fingers and looking towards the entrance of the conference room.

Da da da.

A burst of crisp footsteps sounded.

Soon, Dr. A in a white coat walked in, followed by a young man and woman. The woman was about twenty years old, with a beautiful and cool face, dressed like a professional secretary. Her fingernails were a little long, and a pair of blue eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses stared coldly at everyone else.

The young man next to her was also handsome and tall. He stood behind Dr. A with an expressionless face, like a cold-blooded soldier.

“Thank you very much for coming here in person.”

Dr. A came to the front of the conference room, glanced at the others, narrowed his eyes slightly, but raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "This meeting is very important."

"In order to prevent your information from being stolen, I invited you all to come here in person."

It's different from the last meeting.

Everyone who appeared here this time were their real selves, not holographic projections. The situation in the wasteland plane had become increasingly tense in the past two years. The genetic school had launched several counterattacks and also stolen some of their intelligence. Many underground forces had emerged, further expanding the scale of the chaos.

"Dr. A."

"Is there any important information that requires us to come here in person?" A white scholar in his fifties stood up and looked at Dr. A in front of him and said, "Did you find Zeus?"

"Or have you discovered his true identity?"

Hearing his words, Dr. A shook his head gently and said, "No. Zeus has not appeared since his last operation."

"We can only confirm that he had some connection to the Brotherhood."

"But the Brotherhood has strictly blocked any information about him, and his true identity is impossible to determine."

Dr. A's words disappointed some scholars. The most mysterious existence in the wasteland in the past two years must be the one called "Zeus". He can control the power of lightning. Two years ago, he destroyed several secret bases of the Genetic School in the northern region by himself. This incident greatly damaged the strength of the Genetic School. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Zeus, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to regain control of the northern region so quickly.

"Although no trace of Zeus was found."

"But our people have discovered traces of Godmother Isolder. She recently appeared in the depths of the Atomic Sea." Dr. A raised his hand slightly, and a female figure with long light green hair emerged. He glanced and said, "This is the first time Godmother Isolder has appeared in our sight since she destroyed the super mutant base of the Genetic School with [Atomic Light] last time."

"but."

"Everyone, this is not what we want to discuss today."

Ever since the mysterious being codenamed "Zeus" showed his power and dealt a heavy blow to the genetic school two years ago, many scholars have developed a great interest in such people. Later, Godmother Isolde's "Atomic Light" made them pay even more attention to it, because they discovered that humans can actually control the power of radiation.

Does this mean that there are other antidotes for humanity?

Dr. A swept his eyes around the conference room, then clapped his hands and some holographic projection images appeared in front of him. His tone gradually became cold, and he slowly said: "Everyone, please look here."

"These are some of the images our satellite captured over Asia."

The screen switches rapidly.

The first thing that appeared was a huge industrial city. Just by looking at the red flag flying in the center of the city, everyone present knew where it was.

"Beidou?"

"Are they expanding again?" asked the mature woman in her thirties, pushing her glasses on her nose.

Dr. A moved his fingers slightly to quickly switch the screen and said in a deep voice: "Yes. This is the third expansion of Beidou."

"Look here."

On the outskirts of this huge industrial city, a large number of construction sites are under construction. In the distance, there is a huge convoy of vehicles, stretching for dozens of kilometers, with no end in sight. The originally abandoned roads have been rebuilt, and heavy trucks are loaded with all kinds of materials, which are now being transported to the industrial city in front like long dragons, continuously supplying nutrients to it.

Teams of soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor are marching forward. Some of them are responsible for transporting supplies back, while others are riding on heavily armored trucks heading towards an unknown distance.

"Two years."

"Beidou launched a total of twelve expeditions." Dr. A's voice became increasingly low, even revealing a hint of coldness, as he slowly said, "On average, once every two months."

"More than 1.5 million troops were mobilized."

"Eight armies and more than twenty armored divisions."

Dr. A waved his finger, and the picture in front of him turned into a map of Asia. Red arrows extended from the red dot where Beidou was located, first pointing to two cities in the coastal area, then extending to the Yangtze River and Yellow River basins, then north to the edge of the map, and then all the way south, advancing continuously in three directions.

"This is impossible!" A white man in his sixties stood up and said in shock, "They simply don't have that much supplies to support such a large-scale battle!"

Dr. A looked up at him coldly, then tapped his finger and said, "Yes. Normally, that's the case."

"They simply don't have the supplies to support such a large expedition."

The screen switched again.

This time, what appeared was no longer a majestic industrial city, but a series of long-abandoned factories and mining areas. The first pictures were taken by satellite, and one could see convoys of vehicles loaded with people driving into the area. Then the entire area began to undergo earth-shaking changes. Factories were rebuilt one after another, and huge armored vehicles, heavy trucks, cranes, and excavators pushed the abandoned factories flat. Then there was a scene of working around the clock, with countless figures flying by like ants, and factories and mining areas were rebuilt in the blink of an eye.

Countless similar scenes are repeated over and over again, and factories are rebuilt on the abandoned land.

Finally, the picture froze on a group of workers covered in black. They seemed to have just crawled out of a mine. Their faces were completely unrecognizable and covered with black dirt. One could only see a pair of determined bloodshot eyes and calluses on their rough palms. They chatted and took down the external mechanical crane arm, and then a group of people sat on the ground, holding boxes of food and swallowing them. Not far away from them was another team of dirty workers. They greeted these people and entered the dark mine in front of them without hesitation.

“They work more than twelve hours a day.”

"All factories and mines are operating at full capacity in three shifts, 24 hours a day." Dr. A said slowly in a very low voice, "In Beidou, there are tens of millions of workers like them."

"They not only supported Beidou's twelve large-scale expeditions."

“And three new industrial cities were rebuilt.”

The picture changed again.

The first thing that appeared was a city in the coastal area. Thousands of engineering teams were working very busy, and in the distance, dozens of convoys were transporting countless resources continuously. Further away was an unfinished port. A huge aircraft carrier could be seen in the port. Its hull was already dilapidated, but at this time, more than a dozen engineering teams were busy on the aircraft carrier, and an armed helicopter was slowly landing on the deck of the aircraft carrier.

There was dead silence in the meeting room.

The scene switched again, this time showing a city in the Mesopotamian region. Half of it was still in ruins, but the other half had been rebuilt with tall buildings. Outside the military camp were countless armored vehicles, and at this moment, teams of fully armed steel soldiers with black blood stains on their bodies were returning to the team.

"The footage was taken a month ago." Dr. A said slowly, "According to their current marching speed, this army should have already passed the Mesopotamian Valley."

There was a brief silence. The woman in her thirties suddenly spoke up: "We can't just sit there and wait for death. Maybe we can find a way to stop them from expanding further."

"One of their armies is about to cross the border of the old era."

"According to the treaties of the old times, their actions violated the territorial sovereignty of other countries."

The words fell.

Many people in the conference room looked up, and Dr. A's pupils shrank. He looked as if he wanted to reveal a mocking smile, but he restrained himself. He turned his head and looked at the woman. His cold gaze made the woman's heartbeat seem to stop. Then he said in a deep voice: "National border?"

"Do you think this thing still has meaning now?"

"When you see these images, the first thing you think of is how to stop them? Destroy them?"

“This is the Wasteland Era.”

"The end of the world is just around the corner. According to Gaia's data, in about 120 years, there will be no more babies born to humans."

Dr. A's words caused everyone else to fall silent.

"But we can't sit idly by and watch them grow stronger. This will threaten our country..." an old man suddenly spoke up.

Dr. A waved his hand to interrupt him, his eyes swept over like a sharp blade, and he said in a serious tone: "The concept of a country should have been abandoned long ago! The country we live in once had the best of everything on earth!"

“The best talents! The most advanced technology! The most abundant resources! The most enormous wealth!”

"But what was the result?"

"It did not lead mankind out of the earth, nor did it bring us a better future. All it left us was war, war, and endless war..."

"Do you want to let the great disaster of the old times happen again?"

The others seemed to be hesitant to speak, but Dr. A seemed to be a little bored. He raised his hand and switched the screen, then slowly said, "One day ago, workers in Ice City rioted because they protested against working more than fifty hours a week."

“They took over City Hall with guns.”

The scene switched, and a burning building appeared before the eyes. In front of it was a group of armed thugs. Many shops had been looted, and in the distance there was thick smoke from a big fire.

The riots turned the entire city into a mob carnival.

"Ice Steam City is just a special case." A gray-haired old man stood up and said in a deep voice: "We can send people to suppress them at any time."

“Everything else is normal.”

Inside the meeting room.

Many people looked at Dr. A in front of them thoughtfully, and some of them had already guessed what Dr. A was going to do.

"And then?" Dr. A turned to look at the old man in front of him, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"We can speed up the production of synthetics!" said a middle-aged man. "As long as there are enough synthetics, we can expand quickly."

Dr. A smiled and shook his head, "This is the Wasteland Era."

"The cost of a synthetic human exceeds that of a state-of-the-art exoskeleton powered armor. How many do you think we can make with the resources we have currently collected?"

After saying this, Dr. A gestured to the female secretary next to him.

Then he looked at the others present and said, "This is the picture we took with the satellite three days ago."

A white snowfield appeared in the picture.

In the distance is a metropolis that has been completely destroyed by a nuclear bomb. In a square area in the metropolis, a huge, hideous creature that looks like a huge piece of flesh and blood is sleeping. It is like a huge deformed jellyfish, with tentacles extending from the surface of its body, as if they are swaying slightly with its breathing. It is impossible to see clearly what it is, because just by observing its existence through the picture, many people have already felt a slight mental pain.

An unknown existence that cannot be described or guessed.

Born in the center of the nuclear explosion, an unknown monster has been sleeping for hundreds of years. Until now, no one has truly set foot in this realm of death.

Rumble.

A dull mechanical roar suddenly sounded.

It's unknown when huge airships appeared in the sky, and below the airships, a huge army composed entirely of steel is slowly advancing. Directly in front of them are super-giant exoskeleton armors that are about twelve meters high. Under their feet are countless soldiers equipped with light exoskeletons like ants. They have grim faces and look similar. Many of them look like they were carved from the same mold. A large number of armored vehicles are filled with such soldiers. They are assembled into legions and are advancing continuously towards the city ahead that has long been reduced to ruins.

"Clone!" A woman's suppressed exclamation was heard.

Heavy tracks rolled across the snowy plain.

In the sight of the group, hundreds of tank troops gradually emerged. These heavy tanks were completely different from other tanks because there was a bright red five-pointed star printed on the front of them, with two black gun barrels extending from them. The black coating exuded a suffocating pressure. When this armored unit appeared, many people in the conference room changed their faces.

Many people present had an impression of that unique shape, and one of them stood up in disbelief and said, "Apocalypse?!"

"That's impossible!"

"In the old days, we had already won! We destroyed all their heavy industries! We destroyed all their military facilities! ..."

"There's no way they can still create the apocalypse!"

The scene in front of me changed again.

As the mighty Apocalypse tanks drove into the front position, tens of millions of armored soldiers began to assemble. The sky was covered with artillery fire, and the abandoned city in front was enveloped by a strange light curtain visible to the naked eye.

The entire conference room was speechless, and many people looked stunned.

Dr. A did not speak, but the mockery on his face became stronger. He swept his cold eyes over the others present, and after slightly signaling to the secretary next to him, he directly closed the door of the entire conference room, then stood up and said, "I propose again the 'Implantation of Swarm Consciousness'!"

"Who's for? Who's against?"

The words fell.

In the image projected in front of him, countless soldiers began to charge towards the abandoned city ahead. Along with the artillery fire that covered the sky, a roar that had not been heard for a long time also echoed in the sky.

“Ulla!!!”

“Ulla!!!”

“Ulla!!!”

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