My future is invincible?

Chapter 95 Standing on the Missile

If the end of the world has a color, it must be the color of the far south at this moment.

What is doomsday.

Doomsday is when all hope is lost, wisdom turns into a carnival of beasts, and there is no care for the future and the bottom line. There is no trace of beauty. The creatures in human skin have essentially become demons. They don't even care about life or death. They have cross-shaped blood blisters on their faces, and they hunt and even massacre the uninfected.

Hell is empty, the devil is on earth.

Just seven days.

The Lan Fang country was completely destroyed from health to national defense. All ten major cities in the country fell. The only presidential plane that could effectively command resistance in various places and conduct joint dispatch also crashed for unknown reasons.

Afterwards, any organized defense or refuge behavior would be keenly detected by the infected and then broken, followed by the grinning infected's carnival of Khorne and Slaanesh.

It is far south and close to the equator, and there is no powerful country here.

The survivors of Lan Fang are still resisting in small groups and trying to seek help from the outside world, hoping to get help from rivers or oceans, or even just dropping a few nuclear bombs on their own territory, because the creatures that can still roam freely on the streets of big cities are no longer human.

Millions, or even tens of millions of infected people formed the prototype of the so-called demon race.

Bloody herpes.

After humans are infected with this virus, their temperament will change drastically, their speech will be extremely violent and vulgar, their behavior will tend towards violent killing, and they will do horrific and bizarre things that ordinary people cannot imagine, such as desecrating corpses. Their thinking will be confused as if their brains have been damaged by taking drugs. They can naturally distinguish normal people and then harm them.

They are very similar to zombies.

But it’s not the horror of zombies coming back to life.

The infected can use weapons, drive vehicles, tanks or fighter jets and other advanced human weapons, and even learn to evolve, use conspiracy and trickery, and practice martial arts and Taoism. From an objective point of view, they are still human beings, but they are completely crazy, have no bottom line, and vent their morbid desires unscrupulously.

If you follow the normal process.

As part of the pandemic.

Those infected with herpes will start killing each other in the next two months because normal people have died out and there is no one to kill. The cruelty of the scene can only be described in eight words: mountains of corpses and seas of blood, rivers of blood!
In this process.

Some infected people who can control their rationality a little bit will take advantage of zombie viruses, blood curses, parasites, fungus aggregation, and actively accept other epidemics to enter their territory, and then create real monsters like raising Gu. This seems incredible to other epidemics with territorial awareness.

The original population density in the Far South was at hell level.

After it completely got out of control, it became a natural sanctuary for breeding poisonous insects!
After paying the price of millions of infected people and all kinds of creatures on the surface.

Relying on the psychic effects spontaneously formed after aggregation due to emotions and other reasons, the infected have completed their transformation. Their skin is pale and they can absorb any energy. They will not die even if they are shot in the head or chopped into pieces. They have strict classes and Gestalt consciousness. They think they are new humans and claim to have abandoned useless morals and surpassed the Old Ones in all aspects.

They call themselves the Demon Tribe!

They will eventually replace humans...

Chalenge is one of the few psychic monks in Lan Fang who are currently resisting on their home ground.

The other psychic monks had either died in battle, lost contact with the president in the plane crash, or were cowards who ran away from Lan Fang and sought refuge elsewhere.

Although Chalenge was a martial artist who had mastered Qigong, he had made no achievements in Taoism.

Relying on an armed squad that had been separated from the main force, he protected the remaining thirty or so elderly, weak, women and children in the village. He struggled to hide in the gaps between the torrent of infected people, and relying on his blood experience, he successfully avoided the unreasonable keen perception of the infected people.

Tshalengka did not despair, and he also forced others not to despair, saying that the Buddha would definitely come to save them.

Because if you are desperate, you will soon become a devil.

In the terms of the Reborn, this is the psionic effect.

Every infection in the pandemic has a psychic effect. If you have a mental breakdown, even if you are hiding in a safe house or deep in a bunker, you will be infected inexplicably, or be noticed by the infected. This unreasonable effect leaves almost no survivors in the pandemic-affected areas.

The Far South is a tributary of civilization, not the main trunk.

There are no reborn.

Chalenge also relied on a radio to communicate with the Xinghan rescue team to learn some of the information.

"Wu Qingchen, prepare two more stink bombs. They don't like the smell of herbs."

"Ye Bo, stop crying. Your father and mother's souls have gone to heaven, and their bodies are occupied by demons. We will come back sooner or later to purify them."

"Wu Gong, distribute the hot soup to everyone, and then we will set off."

After arranging the emotions of the few remaining survivors, Chalenge calculated the remaining supplies and concluded that they should be able to hold out until the rescue point mentioned by the Xinghan people.

There is no shortage of supplies in the early days of the apocalypse.

You can take whatever you want at zero dollar purchase!
But getting supplies is risky, and the risk is huge. Those devils with blood on their faces hide in supermarkets or convenience stores, and any survivors who go to get supplies will be caught.

The fate of those who were caught was horrible.

The cruel devil might hack him to death with a knife, or tear him to pieces alive, or pour gasoline on him, set him on fire, and let him dance, or drag him on a motorcycle with an iron chain. If he is a woman, it will be even worse. No matter big or small, old or young, he will be treated doubly cruelly.

Chalenge came to the armed team who had been resting and gathering their strength to say hello.

"Captain Bavi."

"Warrior Chalenge." The captain holding the assault rifle nodded in return.

"Did the Xinghan people really send a rescue team?" Chalenge lowered his voice very low, leaving the unknown and despair to himself.

The city they were in was the farthest away. They contacted the survivors in the southernmost part, but they did not find any trace of the Xinghan people.

"Yes, the Xinghan people are the most trustworthy." Captain Bawi didn't know whether he was really sure or was making a desperate gamble out of desperation, but his tone was firm.

"Then we will charge into the school and defend it with tables, chairs and fire."

Chalenge had no choice but to believe.

Because apart from Xinghan, no one will come to save them.

Lan Fang’s neighboring countries are also now unable to take care of themselves.

In addition to blood blisters, the situation of the neighbors is even worse. Under the instigation of the blood clan, the Ha Gui clan created riots, established a blood cult, openly promoted pagan ideas, used blood slaves and supernatural powers to recruit a large number of people, and the surplus people poured in, and then distributed guns and began to wreak havoc.

If blood herpes is a serious illness that comes on quickly and violently, then the curse of the vampires is continuous bloodletting.

The current number of survivors of Lan Fang.

A rough estimate is about 50,000 to 60,000.

In just one week.

The population has dropped sharply from tens of millions to this number. Herpes is simply a powerful tool for de-urbanization in the Far South, where the population is dense, medical conditions are poor, living environment is terrible, and there is even no hope of promotion.

At this moment.

In the Karimata Sea off the coast of Lan Fang, that is, in the northwest direction, a fleet flying the Xinghan flag is cruising.

Fighter jets or helicopters take off and land from aircraft carriers and amphibious assault ships from time to time.

As humanitarian aid.

They are trying to cut off the connection between the blood herpes and the blood clan, and at the same time control this part of the epidemic in Lan Fang. The psychic monks recruited by Commander Lan Yi all hold strong reproductive fluid devices, and drive away the infected by inputting psychic energy to create a disinfecting wave, and look for a suitable landing point.

Air force strikes and reconnaissance have already painted a startling picture of the infection.

In the dynamic infection map, the survivors represented by green are almost drowned in a sea of scarlet, and the green is disappearing almost every minute and every second. Some of them have lost contact, some have been discovered by the infected, and some may have been completely desperate and their defenses have been breached.

This is the cruelty of chaotic times.

Those who fall behind will disappear inexplicably and silently.

Lan Yi is also in the fleet.

He did not intervene.

Just closing my eyes and waiting for something.

When it comes to cleaning out non-human races, Old Demon Lan is a professional. After all, one of the serious crimes he will commit in the future is to strike hard at non-human races.

How heavy will the blow be?

If Lan Yi still left a glimmer of hope in the back garden of the oceanic civilization, avoiding complete destruction and leaving hope for reconstruction for the lives in the artificial divine world, then in these artificial divine worlds dominated by non-human races, Lan Yi was doing a lot of work to destroy the entire family, often guiding the powerful artificial divine world of the human race to crush the non-human races.

If only these non-human races had a main world backer.

That's even better!
As long as you fish it out, you can kill it easily.

Old Demon Lan will definitely not look back at the explosion. You can accuse me of whatever crime you want, but my reputation has been ruined long ago, so I don’t care about that.

Lan also came to Yuannan in person.

In addition to getting new toys and having fun blowing shit up, the more important reason is to completely eliminate this part of the epidemic that can directly threaten Xinghan's homeland.

For Lan Yi.

It's like a surgery.

Directly cut out the lesion instead of allowing it to fester and harm the local area.

To put it bluntly, if a war breaks out on one's own territory, it will be a loss no matter how you fight.

"Commander, the data has been compiled and the strike is about to begin." A person in a white uniform stepped forward to report.

"Anything going on in the west?"

Lan Yi opened his eyes, and his sight seemed to penetrate the barrier of the ocean and shoot directly towards the vampire clan hidden in Temasek, towards the South Asian continent, and towards those aggregate fungi.

"Fearing your power, they stopped all their movements." The man in white uniform showed admiration.

This is Commander Lan Yi!
Just his arrival makes the evil demons from all directions silent!

It wasn't just the psychic radiation information of a top predator that could kill all things, which fundamentally deterred the raging epidemic. It was also that the scene of Lan Yi walking out of the nuclear explosion was too shocking, which scared these bastards who had just left the novice village.

"Prepare the missile connection network."

“Flying is too slow.”

"I have to step on the missiles and clean Lan Fang in half an hour."

Lan Yi slowly stood up, his sturdy and strong figure like a giant pillar supporting the sky, and he slammed the waves fiercely with boundless spirit. At this moment, the sun was setting and the waves were surging. The substantial Thunder Phoenix mindscape, with its spread thunder feather wings, frightened the demons away, and the miasma in the thousands of miles suddenly retreated! !

(End of this chapter)