Traversed to the Ark of Tomorrow, but was a traveler

Chapter 113 The wind and snow will turn into blood
The next day, Xia Lan was assigned to the No. [-] main city entrance on the west side of Longmen, moved a desk and sat there, watching refugees walk into the city and were sent to the aid area.

There were seven or eight operatives from Rhode Island, a dozen police officers from Longmen, and more than a dozen medical staff at the scene, checking the current batch of Chernobog refugees.

A large group of people stayed in the temporary camp outside the passage, some in ragged clothes, some covered in blood, some covered in bandages, and some were already "crippled".

Faint snowflakes floated in the sky, fell in this still warm area, melted into little water marks, and immersed in this barren land.

Winter is lucky, because it makes the wasteland safe enough to walk hundreds of kilometers on fleshy legs;

Winter is unfortunate, because it kills life, which naturally includes humans who claim to be the spirit of all things.

……

At the entrance to the city, Longmen deployed dozens of large-scale source stone heaters, hundreds of simple tents, and thousands of specially-made disposable carpets to provide every refugee with basic materials sufficient to survive.

The food is not stingy either, there are basic meat porridge, feathered beast eggs and the like, which can help them better recover their bodies that have been worn down by the long journey.

Xia Lan looked at the latest information from Longmen, and suddenly raised her eyebrows, raised her hand, and pressed down gently.

"thump--"

"Uh!"

The medical operator who was doing a physical examination for a refugee was startled, and when he turned around, he saw a man who was strangled to the ground by many metal substances.

Because he was busy bandaging a refugee, he actually didn't feel the person's approach at all. If Xia Lan didn't pay attention, he might be attacked in the next moment.

The man imprisoned on the ground struggled a few times and clenched his hands angrily, but he couldn't stop the mysterious power in the slightest.

A sharp Originium flew out from between his torn fingers and was thrown into the hazardous substance processing furnace by Xia Lan.

Some refugees have been infected by traumatic Originium. After emergency treatment and stripping (amputation, etc.), there is a probability that they will not be infected (although the probability is very small), and the waste produced is processed in this furnace.

"Take him away, this person doesn't seem to be integrated, the infection time is about five to ten days, and it is too late. He probably wants to attack you because of resentment in his heart." Xia Lan said.

The metal substance on the man on the ground began to wrap around his body, turning into several restraint rings.

Several police officers who noticed this side from a distance came over and carried him away.

From five o'clock in the morning to now more than seven o'clock, batches of refugees have been sent to the vicinity intermittently, and this is the third person who wants to attack them.

Speaking of which, Xia Lan was also a little angry. These gangs didn't dare to attack the police officers or the people who distributed the food. Chunchun picked on the weak medical staff and attacked them. It was really bad.

Other refugees watching were puzzled, angry, and temporarily suppressed the anger and pain they wanted to vent to anyone.

But more between them...sadness and numbness.

Some of them may have used violence and oppression on the infected, but more are ordinary people who don't want to care about anything... They used to live and work in peace and contentment, but suddenly everything was destroyed.

"Om—" There was the sound of a vehicle in the distance, Xia Lan followed the sound and saw a transport vehicle returning again.

The partition was put down, and a group of refugees with the joy of being rescued walked down and saw a quiet camp.

Including them, there are now about 60 to [-] people here, and all inspections can be completed in about [-] minutes, and it is estimated that they will be free by then.

However, Longmen did not distinguish the infected, and put them together directly, and popularized the knowledge that the infected would not be easily infected, which made many Qicheng refugees extremely resistant.

After all, in their education, the infected are a group of patients who are extremely dangerous and can be infected at any time, not to mention after being attacked by the integration movement this time.

But people did not notice that under this background of confusion and resistance, many families had members infected,
Or the wife becomes the infected person, or the husband becomes the infected person, or the child becomes the infected person...

How will they deal with their loved ones who become infected?

Is it to treat them as heinous "enemies", as the Ursus government said?

Humans are inherently double-standard, and even more so when it comes to emotion.

So, either resentment, or repentance, or betrayal... People choose what they can do.

And what Xia Lan pursues is to use force to grasp all the choices in his own hands and eliminate the pain that he cannot accept.

……

On the other side of the snow-covered land, within the land of Ursus, in the city whose military power has almost completely retreated, a carnival is surging.

The Infected, who had been starving and suffering on the wasteland, united, and took food and cotton clothes from the mouths of the loathsome and disgusting "lords".

"This is a great victory, an unparalleled carnival!" an infected person cheered.

On the street where the snow began to fall, the white-haired young man hummed an Ursus nursery rhyme quickly, with crystal powder sprinkled from his fingertips.

People who were seriously injured and dying in the conflict were thus reborn, growing sharp Originium, and gaining infinite and even annihilating power.

"In a dream, you're about to see a daunting adventure~"

"What kind of growth will you gain, child, and who will be by your side~"

"The moon hangs high in the sky alone, whispering and whispering about the fairy tale that may prompt fate~"

……

In a tall building with a broken window, the white-haired Cartesian girl stood by the window, overlooking the dilapidated street and the dried blood that could be seen everywhere, and sighed slightly.

She reached out to catch the flakes of crystal clear snowflakes, watched them for a long time, and then scattered them, which were a bit colder, outside the window.

"Big sister?" A soft voice called from behind her.

"What's wrong?" she asked back, and saw a member of the Yeti squad covered in thick clothing.

He replied, "Your food is ready, come downstairs and eat."

The girl nodded slightly, and as he came downstairs, eating the food that was close to freezing, the sorrow in her heart deepened.

"Do you think... the current situation is what we are after?" she asked.

The members of the snow monster team were stunned for a moment, but after looking at each other for a while, they all shook their heads: "We didn't come here to create destruction and destruction."

"But what we did, is there any room to escape?" Another person hesitated.

Everyone was silent, but the implication was still to continue on this road.

"Where's the old stubborn?" she asked again.

"Mr. Patriot went to attack the remaining troops to occupy the point. He said that he would try to completely occupy the city before sunset today." Someone responded.

……

On the high tower in the center of the city, Tallulah sat on the "Throne" in the center, watching a combat report—probably a report of how many hostile forces had been annihilated.

But what worries her is that the mysterious god...his existence is bound to greatly hinder their plans, and even make them fail.

"The most important thing now is to understand his attitude... Judging from the direction he left at that time, it seems that he is not from the organization called Rhode Island, and he doesn't know what he wants to do."

She said to herself, pacing in the empty hall, looking rather irritable.

"Then let him be the enemy, so that..." She suddenly muttered to herself, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

Today, she is already acting on her own will, and the monster that smells death from the black snake is trying to escape from her, but she is imprisoned in her soul and cannot escape.

She used to want to get rid of him so much, but now... she wants to drag him to die with him, so that he can see what the "price" is.

(End of this chapter)