Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

The result of the search is in vain after all.

The members belonging to the mixed race organization seemed to have disappeared, and the hunters could not find them.

In this way, their doubts about the approaching end have increased even more.

Soon, demanding the truth and denouncing the organization, similar public opinion began to brew on the hunter website.

At the same time, more and more hybrids are studying how to build safe houses, store food, and generate power modules.

All major mixed race organizations have dedicated personnel responsible for monitoring the hunter website.

When public opinion began to ferment, they immediately activated the emergency plan and reported to the higher authorities.

It usually takes ten days and half a month for the leader to report a funding application. Today, it’s like drinking more than 3 bottles of Red Bull. It’s almost less than [-] minutes after they submitted the report, and they didn’t finish a cup of coffee. The approval came down.

The responses of all hybrid organizations were quite uniform.

In other words, try to minimize the influence as much as possible.

This can worry bad front-line staff.

Please, where do you think this is? Hunter website, Norma and Kaguya Hime can’t take it down together. Let me control the heat. I suggest you take three sleeping pills with warm water. Dear, there is nothing in the dream Have.

After all, you have to do things to do things, there is no way, who told them that they are just hard-working wage earners.

As for the final result, I can only say that I will do my best to obey the destiny.

In fact, the major mixed-race organizations also understand this truth. After all, they all know what kind of existence the Hunter website is. Now that the heat has risen, unless they get the full support of the official website of the Hunter website, they should not think about letting things go.

That’s right, the information about the end of the world will also spread. Anyway, there are only a few years left. Speaking of which, there are many opinions within them. Some radical advocates to be made public, while others conservatively think that the right time has not yet come. .

Conservatives have always had the upper hand before, and those in power are inherently disgusted with words like change. Probably in their eyes, nothing is more important than stability.

Now, fortunately, the live broadcast of Tantric Buddhism has inadvertently promoted the claims of the radicals and helped them make a decision.

At present, it is impossible to absolutely prohibit doomsday information like before. The next best thing is to try to block the news in the circle of mixed races and avoid spreading it to the world of ordinary people. They strictly abide by the Abrahamic blood contract, which is an invisible moat between mixed races and ordinary people.

However, the same live broadcast, in the eyes of different people, can completely see different information.

The hunters are simply stunned that the end is near.

But those who have already known the doomsday information and prepared for it for many years feel even heavier.

"Did you guess it, old man?"

The vice-principal swung his brandy and went to see Angers drunkenly.

This is the night watchman's lair in the clock tower, and it is in the same style as the office of the Ministry of Information. Considering the like-minded personalities of Fingel and the vice principal, it is no wonder that some people suspect that Fingel's mentor is not Gudli at all. Ann, but the vice principal is the right guy.

In this messy garbage dump, Angers is an outlier. He is so delicate, so delicate that the direction of every hair is meticulous.

In the dark night watchman's lair, the only source of light is the old-fashioned TV in the room, and the vice principal uses it to play Cowboy Revolver and Spice Girl Westerns to pass the countless days and nights nestled in the sofa.

If this was a certain superpower in the last century, it would be able to award a brass meritorious service no matter what.

And now this outstanding TV is connected to the signal of the Ministry of Information to broadcast live the battle of Tantric Buddhism in real time.

The vice-principal knows his old friend too well. The behavior of the tantric sect is very weird. Even if the old monk is afraid of the reputation of S-level, it is impossible not to come. No matter how you look at it, ten to one has a great winning rate. Give up without trying, no matter how you look at it, there is a problem.

If the vice-principal's guess is correct, it must have been written by his old friend.

Angers interfered with it, disrupting the gambling battle between S-class and Tantric Buddhism. While the old monk was absent, S-class also had absolute righteousness, so the death struggle between Kyushu and Tantric Buddhism was logical.

As for the reason why Ange made such an unnecessary move, it was probably because of what happened in the Tantric underground refuge at this moment.

The headmaster of Kassel sat in the dark, watching the live broadcast silently. The lifeless refuge was like a tomb. This was the masterpiece of their trustworthy comrades in arms.

How ridiculous.

Angers laughed too.

"You see, that's what they call hope."

"Our civilization depends on these things to survive the end."

His smile was even more sarcastic.

The vice principal didn't care at all, he was just drinking, just drunk.

"correct."

He said.

"How many shelters do I remember?"

The vice-principal thought hard.

"Five...or six?"

"It used to be six."

Angers signaled for a live broadcast.

"Now it's five.

The vice-principal seemed to have heard something extremely interesting, and laughed while holding his belly on the sofa.

"I said, I said, I said, old chap."

The vice-principal wiped his eye poo and bounced away.

"Such a thing, shouldn't you have guessed it a long time ago?"

"Although several shelters were constructed within the framework of the same plan, they were independent of each other, and all forms of information sharing were prohibited from the day the construction started."

"How should I put it, although some people explain that this kind of behavior is necessary to a certain extent, when the shelters are in a state of information black box for each other, even if a certain shelter falls, it will not affect the others.

"They hide themselves in a unique way, and each take on the task of exploring the survival of human civilization in the post-apocalypse."

"Oh, like this."

The vice principal tapped the TV with his chin out of boredom.

"In the post-apocalyptic conditions of absolute scarcity of supplies, faith can be regarded as an effective means."

"I remember, that's what the person in charge of the refuge said."

He laughed disdainfully.

"Now, where is he?"

Angers was neither sad nor happy.

"he died."

The vice-principal laughed again, holding his belly.

Although Angers has not seen the body of the person in charge, judging from the current status of the shelter, which is a thousand miles away from the blueprint, it is obvious that the person in charge has encountered an accident, otherwise he would not have watched. Seeing my hard work being ruined like this.

Thinking about it, I was a little lost.

Angers still remembers the dinner party before the launch of the refuge project. They got drunk. At that time, there were old and young people. For the continuation of civilization, enter the refuge and never think about getting out.

Among them are Lu Mingfei's father and mother.

So many years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and I never thought that I would hear news about my old friend again in this form.

The saddest thing is not the death in the biological sense, but the unfulfilled lifelong wish.

Those who advocate the sanctuary and those who advocate dragon slaying belong to two routes. As the name suggests, one group believes that the hybrids are absolutely unable to fight against the dragons, and the end is bound to come. They hold a pessimistic and negative attitude and believe that the sanctuary is the only way out for human civilization.

The other faction firmly believes that the hybrids can rely on their own strength to slay dragons and survive the doomsday.

People who belong to the two factions have obvious characteristics.

Most of the Sanctuary faction are scholars. If you debate with them, they can quote papers as long as ten meters of parchment, which will make you dizzy and you can't even tell the difference between the south, the north, and the north.

But it is such a Sanctuary faction that always loses in the verbal battle with the Dragon Slayer faction.

The reason is not because of the advanced debate skills of the Dragon Slayer Sect, but mainly because the members of the Dragon Slayer Sect are reckless people like Angers.

Of course you can reason with Angers, just be careful, no matter how eloquent you are, when this 30-year-old man named Angers stops listening and picks up a jackknife, you better behave Shut up, then put up your hands and show your thumbs up, with a big smile to show that you are right, Mr. Angers.

Although the old man didn't say a word.

But this is not important, what is important is his knife, it is said that words are the weapons of scholars, but for the reckless, weapons are weapons, tools used to kill people.

It can be seen from this that Angers and the people from the Sanctuary faction are at odds with each other, but the disputes over the line and ideas can't hinder their friendship. Excellent people can always cherish each other, even if their positions are opposite and they quarrel when they meet each other.

"Tantra, damn it."

Angers said.

Under the calm tone of this legendary dragon slayer, there was a fury like a submarine volcano.

"Scary, scary, really scary."

The vice principal waved his hand exaggeratedly.

He laughed again, took a sip of brandy for himself, and after drinking the strong drink, the vice principal's face became calm again in an instant.

"Absolute power breeds absolute corruption."

"Old man, you should know."

"A shelter that maintains the status of an information black box means that no matter what happens inside, the outside world does not know."

"So."

The two watched the live broadcast.

The warriors headed by Yuanyuan entered the Nine-story Pagoda.

"You know, in that guy's plan, this place should be Tongtian Tower."

"Tiantian Tower? Is it a tower in mythology that allows all human beings to let go of their barriers and understand each other?"

"Oh, yes."

Angers said.

"I can still think of the burning light in that guy's eyes when he talked about Tongtian Tower with great interest."

"And now?"

"The Tongtian Pagoda has become a pagoda."

Ange's eyes turned cold.

At some point, a jackknife appeared in his hand.

"What, old chap?"

The vice-principal's exaggeration was unbelievable.

"You don't want to fly to the roof of the world to start killing now, do you?"

"Do not make jokes!"

Suddenly, the vice-principal showed a calmness and wisdom that did not match his image.

It was as if the legendary alchemist back then had returned.

"We, the old and the young, of the old era, let's take a good look at it."

The fluorescent light of the TV made the vice principal's face flicker.

he said lightly.

"Who are the pioneers of the new era?"

…………

Yuanyuan and his party walked into the pagoda full of doubts.

They have made all the preparations, especially Yuanyuan, no matter which corner the enemy jumps out from, she can immediately send a flash of sword light.

Jianxin Kongming's terrifying intuition is her best protection.

But along the way, everything was calm.

Not to mention Deadpool, even the mixed-race warriors didn't notice it.

Finally someone noticed something was wrong.

The warriors looked at each other, and it was Chen Jiumo who spoke.

"What about people?"

They looked at each other, and a thought came to their minds, but it was too bizarre, and the scene remained strangely silent for a while.

Yuanyuan doesn't care about this.

She always does her own thing and never cares about other people's eyes.

Yuanyuan pretended to be listening, looked to the left and then to the right.

Then nodded.

"It's dead."

she says.

Su Xiaoqiang and the others looked at Yuanyuan.

She nodded seriously.

"It's dead."

The dancers couldn't help nodding when they thought of the Deadpool and monks they met along the way.

If they killed so many enemies, the pagoda is still full of dangers, and the strength of the Tantric sect is too terrifying, so what are they doing here? Wouldn't it be good to just run out and overwhelm the whole world with absolute strength?
After figuring this out, the hearts of the dancers settled down, and they continued to explore.

The first floor of the pagoda is the hall, which has many openings connected to the second floor. There are strips of yellow or red silk hanging down, full of Buddhist scriptures written in Sanskrit, which is dazzling and adds a sense of mystery.

They circled around, but couldn't find the stairs to go up. After reuniting, everyone brainstormed, but they didn't have a clue for a long time.

Su Xiaoqiang, who was frowning and thinking, found that the senior sister was staring up in a daze. Thinking of the performance of the senior sister all the way, she couldn't help but hesitate to speak. Su Xiaoqiang thought for a while, and followed Yuanyuan's gaze.

These satin... tops?
Is there anything?

Su Xiaoqiang, who was thinking like this, suddenly heard the elder sister muttering to herself.

"It seems...it looks like it can climb up."

By the time they realized it, Yuanyuan had already leaped high, reached out to grab the silk, and disappeared with three swipes, without a trace.

The warriors looked at each other.

"Come up!"

It is the voice of the elder sister, she is above.

No wonder there are no stairs, it turned out to be this.

The warriors suddenly realized.

Probably the same as the motivation of the entrance, it is a passage for the hybrids and Deadpool to enter and exit, so naturally the needs of ordinary people have not been considered.

However, the dancers are not ordinary people, and with their stretched hands, this challenge is not difficult for them.

Everyone found a piece of silk and satin, and climbed up in twos and threes.

I don't know what kind of material this silk and satin is made of, but it's especially versatile.

Suddenly someone screamed, and all the warriors hurriedly cast their gazes, could it be that they have encountered an enemy?This kind of place is not easy to use their hands and feet. They have weapons in their hands and are ready to shoot at any time.

But not the enemy.

They saw a colleague with a pale face.

He was looking in a certain direction.

what happened?
The dancers followed his gaze curiously.

All of them couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

A lot... a lot of dead people.

They are all delicate girls like dolls, fixed at the top, and their belts are so long that they hang down all the time, they are these silk satins.