Apocalyptic Airship: Why should we chase a goddess if we have slimes?

There is a high probability that it will not die completely, otherwise how would those gods in the sky play.

It's just that how much suffering there is depends on their mood.

Damn....

... The eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, how could he be depressed and live under people for a long time!

With a hard grasp, the green tendons on the back of Yu Yujiu's hand suddenly appeared.

There are even five finger marks carved on the wooden tabletop.

... They are gods.

Alas.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

It's really thanks to a certain little prince who is cold.

At this time, the airship suddenly ushered in a wave of shaking.

The thick fog

that obscured the view cleared, and the scene beneath the glass changed.

Dense dots, constantly converging in the same direction, crowded with people.

In their hands, it was as if they were still holding pieces of objects that resembled building materials.

"I'll go, isn't this just a person? There are so many people! I almost believed your nonsense!" Liu Yao's expression suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, and his face was overjoyed!

However, Yu Yujiu's expression looked much more indifferent.

"Shuma!" he whispered.

The slime nodded, and immediately turned his arm into a complex cylinder and stretched it out.

It simulates a very complex lens, but the hue is a bit blue.

I leaned my eyes over, and my look was depressed for a long time, and the more I looked at it, the more solemn it became.

He raised his head, bared his teeth and shook his head, and said lightly, "Look for yourself."

Shuma understood, and then handed the slime telescope to the young man.

A bad premonition crept into Liu Yao's heart.

He leaned over to take a closer look, and then he felt... My heart felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.

"Those are... Zombies?"

"Uh-huh. Yu Yujiu nodded.

"But why are they so organized and disciplined?! It's like..."

"It's like building barricades and strongholds, right? Yes, that's what they're doing. "

But aren't zombies cognitive? But why

?" "Who said they must not have Netflix's zombie films?" Yu Yujiu spread his hands.

Paralyzed backwards, Liu Yao leaned back on the back of the chair in a dejected manner, his mouth slightly open, unable to speak.

Despair visible to the naked eye.

Reluctantly looking away from him, Yu Yujiu looked under the table.

I don't know which zombie king made this big battle.

Maybe it's one of the four zombie kings, or maybe it's some little coffee who can't even survive the early stage.

After all, under the current rules, establishing a fixed base in such a place is actually a very mentally retarded strategy.

After a while, the gods will teach them how to behave... No, zombies.

"Hiss.

Yu Yujiu calmly took a sip of soy milk.

"Wow, master, why are you drinking my cup!"

...

the dry earth, it seems that even the air is distorted.

After the end of the world, there are no longer four distinct seasons, and it is not clear that each region has completely opposite seasons.

A team of refugees is trudging through difficult terrain.

They were black-haired and yellow-skinned, men, women, and children.

Most of them are young adults... The cruel environment screened out most of the old and weak.

They had just crossed the wind-covered grassland, and had lost a lot of people due to the extreme cold and zombies.

Now they are suddenly facing the scorching heat, and many people are either cold or hot, and they look groggy.

"Tamp stomp!"

the military boots stepped on, and the army-looking guys who opened the way at the front of the line, armed with stockless rifles, were well armed.

There were also people with very rudimentary equipment, and they did not carry simple clubs or machetes, or even spears made of water pipes.

But the unusually high forward position, as well as the confident expression on their faces, showed that they were all professionals.

At the back of the line were the weight of the team and the civilians in charge of transporting it.

"Plop!"

someone fainted.

It was a middle-aged man in a programmer's plaid shirt and cracked glasses.

But no one around dared to help, just bypassed it from afar.

Like an old lady who fell in the middle of a crowd.

"

Military master... Okay, give me some water..."The middle-aged man pleaded with a rough man in a military uniform with chapped lips.

But the reply I got ....

"Whoosh

, whoosh!"

"Do you know that water is a strategic resource, and everyone is rationed every day, and you can drink it if you say it, and that's okay. "

Actually, they had just passed through the snow, and every kettle was already filled with white snow, so there was no shortage of water at all.

The question is... All the kettles are managed by these people in military uniforms, and they can't drink it, and they still can't drink it.

After the strong man finished whipping, he felt that using a leather whip was not enough to enjoy.

He started punching and kicking the middle-aged man again.

He has been unhappy for a long time to see this kind of guy who has an empty belly, but is actually weak and can't work.

I think Chunchun is the rice moth in the team, and it's better to die.

The other refugees, who had been taken captive or coerced, did not dare to squeak at all.

In fact, after these days of observation, they found that these people are most likely not real soldiers.

Who let them be deceived by the illusion of that military uniform and get on the wrong thief ship?

But later, under various pretexts, after centralizing the management of everyone's materials, they simply didn't load it.

... Where did these guys come from?

"I'm sorry, I was wrong... I was wrong... Don't fight..."

The middle-aged man was lying on his stomach with his head in his hands, silently bearing his fists and kicks.

After a while, he convulsed and began to foam at the foam.

Apparently this is because of the strong man's football kick, which injured his cerebellum, and now his body is in spasm.

The strong man turned the person over with his foot, stepped on his chest, and kept shouting: "What's the matter, do you dare to ask for water to drink?!"

At this time, another short man passing by in a military uniform saw it, and immediately became interested, walked over, hissed and opened the zipper:

"Hahaha, do you want water, do you want to urinate?"

"Ah Shrimp, you have to urinate accurately, aim at his mouth, don't waste precious water resources..." The strong man in the military uniform had a happy expression on his face.

"Boss Huo, don't worry, Lao Tzu is a sharpshooter, and the urine is far away..."

There was a sound of propellers.

The strong man in the military uniform was taken aback, and immediately knelt on one knee, helped up the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, and pretended to be in first aid.

The short man also quickly pulled the zipper.

"Oops!"

went wrong in his busyness, and his zipper got stuck.

But time waits for no one, and a burst of energetic footsteps has been heard from far to near.

The short man's face was sad, and he pulled hard, clicking!

"Hmm!"

he held back the pain, and his face turned the color of pig liver in pain.

But I finally pulled up the trouser chain.

After all, after the underwear became moldy, he threw it away.

Other people's underwear is not much better, so they simply don't wear it.

If you hadn't pulled it up just now, you would have made a bird.

"Captain Huo, Ah Shrimp, I'm back!" <

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a black-haired girl holding an electric baton and wearing a special combat uniform trotted over.

She was still following closely... A huge drone.

The drone flashed two red breathing lights as if it were alive.

There were countless guns installed below irregularly, as if they were forcibly fused up Hearing

the sound of greetings, the strong man in military uniform, known as Captain Huo, hurriedly turned around and responded with a smile: "Come back, Xiaoxue, how is the investigation?"

"Captain Huo, I'm very lucky this time, thanks to the help of [Zhu Rong], I found a safe route. Grabbing the drone, the girl used the screen above to show the map, and said happily, "If we go about five kilometers to the northwest, we will see the ruins of a city, and through there, we can see a green grassland and forest, and there are fat prey on it!

"Very good, Xiaoxue, you are the only one in our special forces team who has awakened the [Mechanic], and it is up to you to explore the road in the future... Go back to your RV and rest. The strong man said with a pleasant face.

"Okay... Oh yes, what's wrong with this uncle?" Looking at the middle-aged man in the arms of the strong man, the black-haired girl asked curiously.

"He, it seems that he has an acute illness, don't worry, our special combat team will take care of it. "

Alright then, I'll go first. Watching

the girl walk into the car of an RV that was driving autonomously, the strong man left the dying middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

At this time, a smell of urine came, which made him frown.

He looked around angrily before he noticed something was wrong.

Ah Shrimp's pants have actually become very dark

! He actually peed his pants

! "I'll fuck you dog than things! Fuck me! Fuck off! I'm disgusting!" The strong man kicked the little man in military uniform and kept stomping on it.

"Boss Huo, spare my life, I obviously wanted to pee just now, it's all because Han Xue came, so I suddenly couldn't pee, there was no way..."

I wouldn't have pretended to be forced if I had known.

"Nonsense, if Han Xue sees you peeing on others, the ghost will believe that we are the government's special forces!"

Another fierce kick made the strong man barely lose his breath.

Looking at the shrimp pretending to be dead on the ground, he sneered.

A dignified professional, how could he be kicked to death so easily.

But... It's a good feeling to be in charge of other people's destinies.

His name is Huo Hou, and he is the leader of this fleeing team.

Don't look at him now in a military uniform, he looks like a dog.

In fact, before the disaster, he was just the leader of a small gang.

Barely making a living in an unsightly gray business, and worrying all day long.

Sometimes I regret why I didn't study well when I was young.

Anyway, it's such a person, not to say that it's very unproductive, but it can only be said to be very unproductive.

But people don't have bad luck all their lives.

When disaster struck, thanks to the guidance of a newcomer in the gang, I was lucky enough to find one... The arsenal was exposed because of the drastic geological changes.