Those who reincarnate must die.

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"How desolate..." Old Mo looked around: "It really is a post-apocalyptic world."

The Thunder mech flashed red: "Within a kilometer, only those few strange trees show any signs of life..."

"The key question is, what caused this world to fall into apocalypse?" Lu Ren pushed up his goggles: "Zombies? Virus? Or a natural disaster?"

"Who cares what it is!" Mia slung her greatsword over her shoulder. "We'll just focus on killing the Si tribe!"

"They're insects..." Zhang Lang said calmly, "I've been to this world before. It's an ancient Eastern world, and the scourge is a vast number of insectoid monsters..."

"Ancient Eastern civilizations and the Zerg..." Yue Xinyi and Ye Peng looked at Zhang Lang: "Could this place be..."

Zhang Lang nodded: "It's the world of Sunset Fortress!"

"You've been here before?" the others chimed in. "Do you understand the background of this world?"

"I guess... I understand..." Ye Peng scratched his head and gave a brief account of his previous experience.

"Ancient people fighting insectoids?" Charles exclaimed in surprise. "The subject matter is good, but using cold weapons to fight insects is too much to ask, isn't it?"

"So this means we're doomed..." Jonathan shrugged.

"When we came here, humans still held onto half of Jiangnan," Le Xinyi said, looking at the desolate wilderness. "Now, it seems there's nothing left but insects..."

"The most urgent task is to find any surviving humans." Thunder's mech continued scanning, but no trace of humans was found nearby.

"It shouldn't be too far," Le Xinyi analyzed. "The altar should be able to make things easier for us in this regard."

"I'll give it a try," Matsumoto Fumino stepped forward. "This isn't exactly a supernatural world, but with so many people dead, there's bound to be some lingering spirits..."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands together, and a faint, pervasive energy emanated from them.

Before long, a few wisps of remnant souls drifted in from afar, circling around Fumino, drawing various strange shapes, and emitting sounds of unknown meaning.

Zhang Lang watched this scene quietly. He also possessed the ability of spiritual vision, and with his current wood attribute of over eight thousand, he could see many things that ordinary people couldn't see without relying on other enhancements.

But as the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. When it comes to matters related to the supernatural, he often falls short compared to reincarnators like Matsumoto Fumino, who specializes in enhancing their supernatural physique. Although she's just a novice hero, her skills in communicating with spirits are already quite proficient.

Having completed the communication, Matsumoto Fumino nodded, thanked the ghosts, and then took out a string of beads to store them inside.

The spiritual energy in this world is scarce, and wandering souls will dissipate soon. Collecting them can allow them to continue to exist.

"They told me that eighty miles to the east and south, there was the last city that humans held onto."

"The last city?" Zhang Lang was quite surprised. He had thought that the humans in the world were scattered in small groups in various places to avoid the attacks of the insect swarm.

After all, last time, human cities struggled to withstand the insect swarm. Now, with only one city left in the entire world, such an obvious target, and so isolated, how could it possibly survive?

Moreover, with his current hearing, if he were to concentrate, he would have heard the commotion of any city within a hundred miles long ago.

Could it be that the spirit is not fully conscious and said something wrong?

However, there was no other way at the moment, so everyone followed Fumino's instructions and immediately set off towards the southeast.

"Sigh, the former leader of the forum had a level one restricted hovercraft, which was more than enough to carry the entire team..."

Standing on the dry, cold wasteland, Old Mo couldn't help but reminisce about the former grandeur of Altar No. 12.

"I can try to make a vehicle..." Charles took out his drawing tools and comic books: "But I can't guarantee it will be comfortable."

As he spoke, he scribbled a few lines on the paper, then tore it off and flung it away. With a bang, the drawing on the paper turned into a giant worm.

This insect is ten meters long and looks like a giant centipede. However, perhaps due to the art style, it has a cute cartoonish feel and is not scary at all.

The most amazing thing is that there is a row of small chairs growing on the back of this giant centipede, exactly ten, corresponding to the number of people at altar number twelve.

"This ability is so convenient?" Lu Ren asked in surprise. "Then can you draw a giant monster to help you fight monsters?"

Charles shrugged. "There are limitations to the size, strength, and quantity of things I can create. I can certainly draw a few helpers, but they're useless if the enemy is too powerful..."

"It's alright, you have a team now!" Ye Peng laughed. "You can create an endless supply of cannon fodder, it's practically a machine for producing troops!"

"You think I don't expend energy?" Charles said irritably. "Besides, if what I draw is ruined, I'll be affected too, and it's really frustrating!"

"Alright, alright, at least we have a seat now." Old Mo was the first to sit in the centipede-shaped vehicle, and he even chose a seat that wasn't too far forward or too far back.

Everyone else got on the bus, except for Thunder...

The centipede-shaped vehicle had a limited carrying capacity. Thunder's armor was over three meters tall, thick and sturdy, probably weighing two or three tons. No matter where he sat, it would crush the centipede's back. As a result, he could only follow below, and Xiao Mo got the seat.

The centipede-shaped vehicle sped along, getting closer and closer to the city that Fumina had mentioned.

Now, not only Zhang Lang, but everyone else also started to find it strange.

The area was vast and desolate, with everything clearly visible. According to the ghost's guidance, the city was only a few miles away. Such a large target should have been visible by now...

But now, as far as the eye can see, it is still a desolate wasteland, with not a trace of a city.

"Could these wandering spirits be trying to fool us?" Ye Peng clearly expressed his doubts. Wen Naizhou frowned: "No, although they are very weak, the information we extracted is correct. They must be in this area..."

"There is definitely something nearby!" Zhang Lang suddenly spoke, turning his head to look in one direction. "But it's not a person..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and conjured the God Hunter, then shot an arrow into the distance.

The arrow vanished instantly, and even with the dynamic vision of the heroes present, no one could discern its trajectory.

"What a powerful bow! Did it use a special skill?" Lu Ren was an expert in bows and immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of the God Hunter.

Zhang Lang did not answer, but silently watched the direction in which the arrow was shot.

Before long, a black dot appeared on the horizon, rapidly approaching and finally hovering next to the centipede-shaped vehicle.

It was a huge, dead flying insect, and what was pulling it was the arrow that Zhang Lang had just shot out, which was stuck in its body.