In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"Mobilize everyone. Arm them."

Su Ran stubbed out her cigarette, her voice cold and hard.

"Distribute the crystal core weapons as well. Great Xia doesn't have enough troops to fill in the gaps all over the world. Push all these people to the front lines of the extermination!"

Those who don't work shouldn't expect to get any benefits from the Great Xia system.

Li Guodong nodded emphatically.

The instruction has been issued.

……

In the blink of an eye, it's already October.

The Great Xia, this terrifying war machine, unleashed an operational efficiency that sent shivers down the spines of the entire world.

Time was forcibly compressed by the rampant industrial production capacity.

Su Ran has become a human strategic delivery node.

High-precision machine tools from North America, crude metal ingots from the Siberian Plain, high-quality raw crystal ore from deep wells in South Africa...

As long as the Great Xia provides the coordinates, the Xuan Nu fighter jet will tear through the sky.

Infinite space unfolds.

Hundreds of tons of strategic materials were instantly cleared out and sent across half the globe to the abyss furnace at the Kunlun base.

The reverse output is equally insane.

The assembly lines in the military factory roared day and night.

Batch after batch of simplified versions of the "Xingtian-I" exoskeleton and standard-issue crystal core rifles were deployed to thousands of strategic bridgeheads around the world by heavy transport fleets.

The Great Xia is using the world's resources to nourish itself, and then using its absolutely superior new military force to arm the entire Earth!

……

Galloland, 7th arrondissement of Paris, temporary supply exchange camp.

Overcast.

A cold wind swept across the dilapidated Champs-Élysées.

The Eiffel Tower, once a symbol of romance, is now reduced to a twisted steel skeleton.

More than 100 Pan-European Union officials emerged from the underground bunker and stood behind blast-proof barriers.

They were wearing slightly worn but clean tactical uniforms, covered with heavy bulletproof vests, and were directing the soldiers on the perimeter to distribute synthetic protein blocks.

Outside the fence, there was a dense mass of nearly ten thousand surface survivors.

This group of people survived like wild dogs in the wasteland, their eyes gleaming with the ferocity of hungry wolves.

"Line up! Don't crowd! Two protein bars each!"

Jean-Baptiste, a former member of parliament from Gaul, shouted through a megaphone, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

The Great Xia issued an ultimatum.

If they don't take over the ground and don't form organized legions to fight the zombie horde, the Aerospace Force will simply wipe the entire European underground city off the map.

Even though the doors to the underground shelter had been forced open, these high-ranking politicians only dared to show themselves at the last minute.

This death order forced them to leave the safe house and confront the mob they had once considered worthless.

The crowd moved slowly.

A burly man who had lost his left arm and whose face was covered in frostbite walked up to the dispensing machine.

Instead of getting the food, he stared intently at Baptiste behind the railing.

The burly man's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth twitched nervously.

"Mr. Baptiste."

The burly man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being polished.

Baptiste frowned and took a half step back. "Take the food and leave. Don't block the line behind you."

"It was here three months ago too."

The burly man raised his only remaining right hand and pointed to the collapsed subway station entrance not far away.

"The guards opened fire on civilians with machine guns. My wife and daughter were trampled to death at the entrance to the passageway. You were standing on the armored vehicle at the time."

Baptiste's expression changed drastically, and his eyes filled with panic.

"That's the Emergency Asylum Act! To preserve the flame of human civilization, I had no other choice..."

"Go to hell! Go to hell with your spark!"

The burly man let out a fierce roar that sounded inhuman.

His right arm suddenly swelled up, and dark red flames instantly enveloped his fist, shattering the bulletproof glass with a single punch.

Flames mixed with hot fragments pierced through Baptiste's chest.

"what!"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased, leaving behind a stench of burning flesh.

This blow ignited the powder keg.

"Kill these bastards!"

"They drink red wine underground, while we eat human flesh up here! What right do they have to tell us what to do?! What right do they have?!"

The pent-up hatred and despair of months exploded in an instant.

Among the crowd, a dozen or so surface awakened individuals were the first to launch an attack.

Ice spikes, wind blades, and earth spikes rained down on the area behind the guardrail.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Several officials were torn to pieces on the spot, their limbs thrown into the air amidst screams.

The guards returned fire, but were quickly overwhelmed by the rioting crowd.

The situation spiraled out of control, and the two sides engaged in the most primitive and bloodiest massacre of each other.

The burly man pulled out a blood-stained dagger, stepped on Baptiste's charred corpse, and raised his arm to shout.

"From today onwards, we're in charge here!"

However, before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

A muffled sniper rifle shot ripped through the sky.

The burly man's head exploded as if a watermelon had been smashed by a sledgehammer.

Red and white substances splattered all over the faces of the surrounding rioters.

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

The noisy, rioting crowd fell silent instantly.

Everyone stiffened and looked up.

Two black "Black Antelope" heavy attack helicopters hovered silently overhead, like the Grim Reaper descending upon the world.

The six-barreled, modified Gatling gun under the fuselage has locked onto the crowd below.

The rope hangs down.

Twenty special forces soldiers from the Great Xia Sword, dressed in full-body "Xingtian-II" mechs, slid down in turn.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy metal combat boots slammed onto the concrete pavement.

The special operations team leader, carrying a heavy crystal core rifle, strode to the railing.

The dark muzzle of the gun swept across the surface awakened beings, still stained with the blood of their own kind.

"The Great Xia Expeditionary Force's European Task Force".

The captain's voice came through the mecha's external speaker, cold and hard as iron, without the slightest emotional fluctuation: "By order, take over this place."

The leaders of the rioting Awakened individuals exchanged glances, a hint of madness and resentment flashing in the leader's eyes.

"People of Great Xia! This is an internal grudge within Europe! You have no right to..."

"Bang!"

The captain didn't even lift his eyelids before pulling the trigger.

The pale blue crystalline ray pierced the man's chest, leaving a charred, bowl-sized hole.

The body fell to the ground.

Sold out instantly.

"Does anyone else have a question?" The captain looked around the room.

The square, which housed tens of thousands of people, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

No one dared to look directly ahead.

The Great Xia used the bloodiest method to declare who the true master of the wasteland was.

The captain glanced coldly at the mutilated corpses of politicians on the ground, then looked at the survivors.

"The Great Xia will not interfere in your personal feuds."

The captain turned around, slung the crystal core rifle over his shoulder, and tossed out a sentence.

"But within the defense zones designated by Great Xia, everyone must abide by Great Xia's rules! Whoever dares to disrupt the grand scheme of humanity's united fight against the apocalypse..."

"die."