Chapter 98:

Song An is a second-order saint living in the Rongcheng base.
Since the appearance of the terrifying high-level monster schistor, he has been fighting at the gate of the base for a whole day, and now his legs are weak, and his limbs can hardly draw a trace of strength.
However, the monsters with baby heads and six arms in front of them became more and more, and they pressed forward to surround them.
The sole of Song An's feet was slipped by the viscous liquid, and he fell on the mutilated limb of an unknown companion and touched blood on his hand.
He was desperate and wanted to escape, but there were still his elderly parents in the base behind him.
As long as they retire, the entire base will be gone.
Besides, he has nowhere to go.
In the chaos, his ankle was grabbed by the fischer and lifted upside down in the air. His large, emotionless eyes looked at him indifferently.
Song An fell into extreme fear. His mind even flashed through the scene of his tragic death. Like those dead companions, his legs were torn in half by the monsters, and swarms of monsters competed for food.
A blood-red blade penetrated from the flesh-colored chest of the monster and appeared abruptly in his sight.
The red glow turned into a stream of light, splitting the fischer in half from bottom to top.
Through the split body of the monster, the bewildered Song An saw the bright eyes of a woman.
The body of the monster fell to the ground twisting, and it was chopped by several red and black knives before it could recover.
The long red and narrow knife stopped before Song An’s eyes.
He could clearly see a faintly shiny magic seed embedded in the handle of the knife.
The magic seed spreads a green vein toward the blade, and the shining green light is climbing tightly on the blood-red blade along the thin green line, with a strange beauty of power.
The woman holding the knife glanced at him lightly, shook off the blood from the knife, and disappeared in front of his eyes.
The mercenary team that suddenly appeared, quickly ended the base guard battle with terrifying strength.
The yellow sand in the sky is slowly converging,
The saints of the base who had survived the catastrophe stared dullly at the demon hunters walking out of the yellow sand.
It was a young man first.
He is tall, with his sleeves tucked at his elbows, showing his white, well-proportioned arms. Slightly curly black hair covers the faint eyebrows, like a gentle and shy boy next door.
But when he walked over, everyone, including the wounded, subconsciously moved a step back.
No one dared to ignore him because of his youth. The man in front of him was formidable.
Just now, the yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun, the cracks in the earth that swallowed everything, and the sand tombs that easily crushed monsters were all made by the white arm.
By this time, the remains of countless monsters were still staring at round eyes, with five or six arms stretched upwards, frozen in the yellow sand, maintaining the appearance of dying struggling.
Wearing black clothes and thin armor, Chu Qian with two swords across his waist found the body of the fischer, picked out the demon seed, and jumped off the body of the demon.
She smiled and passed by Ruan Xiaoyue who was standing silently on the ground waiting for her, squeezed her expressionless face, and walked forward with her hand.
Song Sanqian, the older person in charge of the base, was pushed out by the crowd to express gratitude to the outsiders who saved the lives of the entire base.
He held the arm injured in the battle and swallowed, a little nervous.
There has never been such a strong person in a small base like theirs. The female saint who looks in a good mood and smiles in front of him, in the short battle, I don’t know how many monsters have been cut down with that pair of long knives.
Body.
Even the young and silent girl she was holding in her hand could chop up the body of a monster without hesitation at a speed that was so fast that people could not catch it.
Under the diligent and thoughtful guidance of Song Sanqian and others, Chu Qianxun and his group walked into this small base.
There was a large city in the inland center near here, Rongcheng, with convenient transportation and a large population, but there were no dangers to guard.
After the magic seed came, various large and small bases near Rongcheng collapsed and built, built and destroyed, and finally only such a small backing base was left.
Therefore, although it occupies a small area, it is crowded with a large number of people from all over the place.
On both sides of the sewage-flowing streets, simple shacks were scattered in a mess, and people in rags were busy converging the bodies of their companions who died in the catastrophe.
People from all directions brought different beliefs. They prayed to their gods and used different ways to pay homage to their dead relatives and friends.
It can be seen that half a year after the arrival of the magic seed, human beings who are hesitant and helpless amidst the ravages of monsters have sprung up multiple religious sects.
There are God’s love organizations that preach that God will surely be able to save the world,
There are also schools of creation that believe that new humans can create a new world,
There are even more demon sects that admire demon gods and believe that everything in the last days is the punishment of the demon gods. There are many different types.
Chu Qianxun's gaze slid around the people wearing the angel wings logo.
God's love in this world does not rise as quickly as it used to be, and it is powerful, but it still does not escape the path of fate, and still exists.
Song Sanqian led people to an old-fashioned courtyard with a front hall and a backyard. He pointed to a row of four houses on the south side, and said with embarrassment: "Our base conditions are a bit simple and too crowded. It was originally me. It’s the best house with a few managed residences. I just cleaned it up, so I can only give it a go."
"This is very good. We just stay for a day or two, and we need to add some supplies to go on the road. It doesn't have to be too troublesome." Gao Yan smiled and raised his hand to heal Song Sanqian's arm injury.
Song Sanqian thanked him very much, and pulled out a young man from the crowd who followed.
"This is my nephew Song Ping. If you didn't come in time, you almost died in the hands of a monster. If you have any needs, just call him to let me know."
Song Ping, who is much older than Chu Qianxun, flushed, rubbing his head nervously.
"Sister Chu, Brother Ye, I also live in this hospital, so I'll be fine. I'm not good at anything else, that is, there is more gossip. The situation in the entire base is familiar."
After they moved into the house, a lot of heads protruded from the yard, watching these "big men" who had saved the entire base carefully.
A few young girls were squeezed in the windows of the attic on the second floor.
They whispered head to head.
"Did you see it, it's that little brother."
"Ah, so handsome, so handsome, clean and beautiful."
"I was standing on the top of the gate, and I saw him from a distance. He only raised one arm and banged, and the ground cracked and swallowed all the monsters. It was really shocking."
"Luckily they came. I thought everyone was dead today."
"You don't know, the monsters all rushed in front of me at the time. I almost thought that I was going to die there. A hand of yellow sand condensed in the air appeared and grabbed the monster in front of me. Ah, I really want to say thank you to him."
"Then you go. Look at him coming over to fetch water."
"No... I dare not."
"Ah, someone is going first, it's Aihua's bitch."
At the side of the well, a beautiful, delicate and beautiful woman blushed and thanked Ye Peitian who came to fetch water.
Ye Peitian nodded coldly, and walked through with a bucket.
"Look, slap in the face, he is so tyrannical to kill monsters, he knows that he is a cold male god."
In their adoring eyes, the "cold male god" rolled up his sleeves, exposed his white and tight arms, hit a bucket of water, and went back to the house and set a pot on the briquettes stove by the window.
Started to concentrate on cooking.
"..."
A crowd of little girls peeping around.
What about the strong and cold male who said it?
A woman with a short twitch on the back of her head appeared in the window, looked at the food in the pot, stretched out her hand to hold the collar of the male god, pulled his head slightly, raised her head and kissed him on the cheek For a moment.
The fair-skinned, beautiful, strong, cold, and cooking boy blushed instantly.
what,
It turned out to be a husband.
I knew how good cabbage could wait for itself in the ground.
A group of girls hiding behind the window retracted their heads dingyly and sighed neatly.
With a pair of shackles on his wrist, Yue Wenhua was locked on a pillar outside the house.
His limbs have been connected and he can barely walk, but the shackles on his hand are made from the outer shell of a Tier 4 monster, and he secretly tried a lot of effort to not be able to open it.
Can only sit in silence and humiliation on the red brick floor.
In the yard, there are residents walking back and forth from time to time, except for some children who will look at him curiously, and adults avoid him as a prisoner.
A little boy ran in from outside the courtyard with a piece of black and hard bun in both hands.
What was thrown on the ground before the end that no one might have looked at, is now a rare and precious food.
He ran and shouted with excitement: "Brother, brother, see what I brought back."
A thick and fat man stepped out of a small black wing room by the courtyard door, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"Dog bastard, don't you get the food to honor your stepfather and me? What run? If you didn't come back early today, you wouldn't be proud of your two little boys."
"Stop, you let me go, this is what I brought back to my brother." The boy kicked his legs desperately, but couldn't reach the stout stepfather.
"What's yours? Don't think you can talk back to me if you are also a first-order saint now. Your mother is my woman, and all your things belong to Lao Tzu."
The man snatched the food from the boy's hand and pushed his tiny body to the ground.
The cruel years, the first to teach these children how to fight for their own things.
The boy rolled twice on the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he got up without saying a word. He slammed into the tall man like a cannonball and bit his finger badly.
The man bit his finger and became furious, his sturdy arm violently bruised, and he squeezed the little boy to the ground.
This is a power saint. With this cruel attack, the red bricks on the ground were even cracked.
Looking at his fingers, he couldn't help himself. He drew a cane from the corner and drew it headlessly on the boy who was curled up on the ground.
A teenager rushed out of the house and protected the boy who fell on the ground.
"Uncle, don't fight. My brother is ignorant, you can hit me if you want to."
The cane drawn all over the sky never kept his hands because he was an ordinary person,
The young man gritted his teeth without making a sound, and pressed his struggling brother under his body, leaving his thin back to the murderer.
The cane of the power saint whizzed down, causing blood to ooze from the young boy's weak back. However, the young man tightened his back and said nothing, reaching out his hand to cover his younger brother's eyes.
The wanton mob was suddenly knocked aside by an invisible barrier.
He staggered a few steps and looked around puzzled.
Sitting on the ground not far away was a man in shackles, looking at him with cold eyes.
"Damn you, a locked prisoner, dare to..." The man rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward. He suddenly shivered, as if seeing someone standing behind Yue Wenhua, he shrank his neck, looked terrified, and returned to the room. went.
The boy got up from the ground and used his little arm to help his brother with difficulty.
"Brother, you...oh, you blame me for being useless, I can't beat that person."
After the stepfather's whipping, the silent boy looked at his injured brother, and his face was full of tears.
"Why cry? I'm fine."
His younger brother hissed, barely got up, took his hand, and bowed in Yue Wenhua's direction.
Yue Wenhua turned away without looking at them.
The boy turned around and reached out to wipe the tears from his brother’s face.
"Don't cry. Obedient."
Yue Wenhua looked at the red floor tiles in silence.
Wenhua, obedient.
This is what my brother said to him most often before,
But why was I so awkward at the time, I didn't listen to my brother's words almost once.
Until that moment, the cruel chewing sound of the monster rang clearly in the ear,
The brother's hand stretched out and closed his eyes.
Don't look, Wenhua, obedient.
A man wiped his body and walked over,
Yue Wenhua looked at the devil in the priest’s mouth, knelt down and put the two bowls of noodle soup that had just come out of the pot into the hands of the two little boys who supported each other.
"Eat, I'm here, he doesn't dare to do it anymore." The devil had a gentle face and touched the brother who was covered in blood in order to protect his brother.
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