I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 392: Survivors struggling in despair
If this mass of flesh and blood is allowed to complete its integration.

Then its rank can at least reach the upper level of the second-level silver level.

It is even on the verge of forming a domain-level pollution center 'mother nest' at the early stage of the third stage."

Hear her say that.

Rendel licked her bright red lips subconsciously:

"How dangerous is it?"

“For ordinary people, this can be called an extinction crisis.”

Krosan pushed up her round glasses and added:
“But for you.

It makes excellent firewood.”

now.

In the deep sewers of the Port of Return in Signo Province, which has gradually decayed and become silent due to the disaster.

Hidden away is a wasteland punk-style survivor camp.

The camp is made up of various abandoned buildings and ruins, as if it had been eroded by disaster long ago, leaving only loneliness and desolation.

The barbed wire and layers of steel fortifications are extremely cold, revealing vigilance and helplessness against external dangers.

The gas lamps hanging from the low ceiling in the camp were dim and cold, illuminating the tired and slightly decadent faces of the survivors.

The mechanical noise of steampunk was suppressed a lot in the sewer pipes, sometimes even louder than the sound of dripping water and the roar coming from nowhere in the distance.

Inside the camp.

The survivors were wrapped in tattered wasteland-style clothing.

The vast majority of people just hold on to what little supplies they have.

Some people even sat in the corner holding the relics left by their relatives with a dull look in their eyes, with traces of long-dried tears still in the corners of their eyes.

They huddled in the cold light.

Looking at the extremely unfamiliar world in front of me with fear.

Even the thick steel armor of the once glorious Steam Guards was covered with deep marks of damage.

"Old York, please help me repair my shoulder armor."

A slightly deep female voice sounded from a tent in the sewer.

She used her scarred right hand to place a steel shoulder armor on a dirty table not far from the steam engine.

boom!
The steel shoulder armor hit the table with a heavy sound.

Listen to the sound only.

Many people can feel its weight.

But this is just one component of the armor worn by the Steam Guards.

Old York held the huge tongs that were plasticizing steel at high temperatures in his hands, and then put them aside.

He turned around and saw the equipment that needed repair.

The old blacksmith, who was only wearing a vest and sweating profusely, sighed:
"Shelly, you are still young.

These things shouldn't be borne by you.

not to mention."

He hesitated.

But the young female guard of the Steam Guard understood what the old blacksmith wanted to express.

She showed an extremely contradictory expression that was both fragile and impliedly strong:
“If I don’t go.

Who else can save us?
Is it because the capital city cannot protect itself and has completely abandoned the Signo Province?
Or.

Kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy from the so-called gods."

Her words were full of reluctance and despair.

In this wasteland punk sewer full of decay and death, the survivors form a fragile refuge.

And Alexandra Faras-Shirley as a member of the Steam Guards.

Without her heavy armor, she was only a fifteen-year-old girl.

Shelly is a member of the Steam Guard, and is on guard to save civilians when disaster strikes.

At the same time, in order to cover the escape of those damn nobles, all her teammates died in a battle with zombies, and she was the only one who survived.

Her right arm was severely bitten, leaving a wound that could not heal. She had to endure the pain every day.

just.

Even so.

In this dark and smelly sewer, Shelly also needs to try her best to fight against the invasion of mutants together with the survivors.

They used abandoned steam facilities and remaining weapons and tried their best to protect this last refuge.

However, a more terrifying existence is quietly approaching. It is a monster called "Flesh Aggregate", which feeds on zombies, constantly devouring and evolving.

This was the news Green, the former captain of the Steam Guard of Port Return, received a few days ago after the loss of Green.

Its appearance plunged the already precarious survivors into an even more desperate situation.

Facing the upcoming decisive battle.

She knew that this battle might be her last farewell.

The old blacksmith remained silent.

He couldn't give an answer.

His body, barely supported by a prosthetic right leg, was unable to participate in the battle.

Being able to hammer, forge and repair the broken armor beside the high-temperature furnace was the last thing the old blacksmith could do.

He held out the steam-driven forge greatsword he had forged so long.

"Take it, maybe kill the monster and the disaster will end."

The old blacksmith knew that what he said was very pale.

Not even credible.

but now.

This was the only consolation he could offer.

When humans are in desperate situations, they always try to find a glimmer of hope.

Even if it's just a glimmer of light.

just.

This is the kingdom of eternal night

(The Land of the Eternal Night)

A place shrouded in eternal darkness.

Shelly nodded, silently put on the scarred metal heavy helmet, carried the steam giant sword on her back, and walked towards the door of the shelter with heavy steps.

Many people saw her heavy figure and remained silent in the atmosphere of despair.

Except for the two younger guards who stayed behind.

The remaining nine Steam Guards had assembled at the door.

They headed toward the location Captain Formlin had given on the ground before the poison took effect.

Even.

With such a pitiful single-digit number of nine Steam Guards, they probably can't even make a ripple in the tide of mutants.

the other side.

After detecting the location of the Black Tide flesh and blood aggregate through Krosan's life signal monitoring equipment.

Su Wen calmly adjusted his black top hat.

Then he went there with them.

After casually dealing with the mutants along the way.

He raised the lantern and looked into the distance and saw his destination.

In the eternal night.

A decaying steampunk-style building stands in the deserted city.

The walls of the building had long been broken, and the huge steel body exuded a cold chill under the illumination of the lantern halo in the distance.

The few windows there were still tightly closed, with only a few shaky gas lamps flickering eerily in the distance.

A low hum echoed through the interior of the building, like the pulsation of some vast machinery.

Gradually.

Accompanied by the resonance of the psychic spectrum.

From the deep shadows he heard heavy noises coming from several floors there.

It was as if some huge monster was moving slowly.

Krosan opened her laptop and typed rapidly on the keyboard.

And in the night.

The laptop screen in front of her kept flashing alternating red warning lights and yellow data analysis:

"Ah
Such a highly active yet huge black tide aggregate.

It's almost the same as the 'mud' at the bottom of the Lost Sea.

(End of this chapter)