Chapter 471 176 Killing the Spire (Part 1)

Chapter 471 176. Slay the Spire (Part 1)

People in the city are all zombies.

Not everyone is satisfied with college life. For example, Luther, a country boy from Lanju Village, is not very adaptable to the dormitory life with four people in one room. With the money he earned from working for two months, he moved out of the dormitory and rented a house in the Workshop Industrial Park in Trivera City.

As an engineering student, this choice is not bad. Although he did not enter the top universities, the college he attended is at least a capital university, which is definitely much better than the local universities. His studies are not particularly busy. He can earn a little money by doing part-time jobs every day. This kind of life is free and easy, which is definitely not bad, but it is getting more and more boring day by day.

Adults always say that people who go to big cities will become parts in factories. Luther disagrees. He feels that he is different. After all, among so many candidates and test-takers, he has gone through many trials and stood out. How can he say that he is unique.

Until he was busy running around the city streets, living - school - work place, this three-point one-line life day after day, he completely lost his original confidence.

The busy and boring daily life and high prices made him sell his dream into money. Dina was always not enough to spend. No matter how much money he made, he could not change his inner anxiety and troubles. The material comparison of people around him made him more and more inferior, and then he became numb. Classmates always talked about academic qualifications and postgraduate entrance examinations. One case after another came to him, making Luther, a boy from the countryside, hear the saying of "depreciation of academic qualifications" for the first time.

Involution and pressure ate Luther's soul. The uniqueness he once proud of seemed extremely small and ridiculous in the assembly line interstellar metropolis.

People in the city are all zombies.

Early in the morning, Luther pushed open the door of the apartment, and the headless body of his neighbor rolled down the stairs, but he didn't notice it at all.

Crossing the street with his head down, he was like a zombie, with a dull look and numbness. The report he rushed all night yesterday made him dizzy. So much so that the security guard was torn in half by a tall and strong colonial soldier in front of him, with his intestines and lumbar vertebrae torn apart, but he could not notice it.

None of the four people in the research group did anything, and today he would go on stage to report.

Luther turned on the magic projection while walking, and repeatedly revised his modeling and tables with dark circles under his eyes to confirm that there were no problems. The cold numbers and magic radiation made his eyes sting, but he had to continue writing.

A round head fell at Luther's feet. He kicked it out without thinking, and shouted habitually without raising his head: "Little Jack, this is the forty-seventh time, you are not allowed to play ball on the road!"

Perhaps because he was too tired, he did not notice that Little Jack's body was hanging on the street lamp and burned to charcoal.

'It's a white light now, please pass. ’

The blood-stained signal light began to flash. Luther crossed the street with the projection. The streets on both sides were filled with broken and burning cars and mounts. Crows in the sky kept circling. Flies and ghouls were scrambling to uncover a woman's long skirt - this was still not a shameful harassment, after all, the woman only had her lower body.

Luther walked along the street and walked into the cheap convenience store skillfully. He opened the refrigerator door at the door and took out a fried egg sandwich and lemon soda.

He temporarily switched the information rune to the payment page, completed the self-checkout, lowered his head to pick up the things, and did not forget to politely say to the boss lady at the door who was physically open:

"Good morning, Aunt Anna."

He broke into the empty subway station, trotted down the escalator full of corpses, and waited for more than ten seconds with his toes touching the ground. A colonial-clad vanguard took his forearm out of the citizen's chest, turned his head, and three eyes quickly focused and locked onto Luther's figure.

Buzz——

The train arrived at the station, the door opened, Luther stepped onto the train in a daze, and found a seat to sit down skillfully. He was very familiar with this train, he had to take it every day, especially the armrest on the far right of this row of seats, where there was always a young and fashionable female mage wearing black stockings.

After a few visits, Luther had already become familiar with the female mage. He looked down slightly and saw the beautifully shaped calves wrapped in black stockings, stepping neatly into high heels, and immediately felt a little comforted.

"It's great to see you again, Miss Ruth, you are also very busy today, right?"

While revising the manuscript of the report, Luther chatted and laughed with the lady next to him:

"I have to go on stage later, but I only have this dress to wear - oh, I really want to graduate early, make money to buy a decent dress, so that I can meet people."

He opened the sandwich, gobbled it up, and finished it in no time, drinking a drink in one hand and typing quickly with the other.

The female mage next to him seemed to be in a bad mood today. She didn't say anything and sat quietly beside him, like a corpse. Luther glanced at her: she put her hands on her legs and stared calmly ahead, as if thinking about her loss.

But this is normal. In the city, everyone has their own troubles.

Crackling, crackling, crackling--

The virtual keyboard tapped quickly, and the train stepped into the ground, passing through the blood-shrouded city on the viaduct. Explosions and smoke rose everywhere. The colonized vanguards were like spiders or cockroaches, climbing on the walls of the building, knocking open the glass, and digging the living out of it with their tentacles with suction cups.

[The train is about to arrive at the front: Bigred Gate Station]

"Okay! Finally done, no problem now!"

Luther excitedly put away the projection, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the beautiful mage next to him. She was still so quiet and beautiful, sitting there quietly, staring ahead, with a beautiful face, like a statue, without any flaws.

"Miss Ruth, you must be very busy today, I won't bother you..."

Miss Ruth sat there quietly, her eyes were clear, her makeup was exquisite, she lived like an urban beauty, a social elite.

Luther blushed, pretended to drink the empty soda, avoided looking away, for fear that he would be discovered by peeking at the other person.

"People in my hometown say that people in the city are zombies."

He whispered, afraid that the other party would hear it, and afraid that the other party would not hear it:

"But you are not, Miss Ruth. You are very special-"

Ka Ka Ka Ka!

A harsh sound suddenly came from the radio:

"Emergency Notice! Emergency Notice: A group of terrorists, carrying the Colonial Vanguard, launched a terrorist attack on our city! All citizens please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for the military and police to rescue!"

In the train cab, the Colonial Vanguard slowly raised his head from the dry body of the driver.

"The identity of the terrorist is confirmed to be a felon in the Abyss - Cangyue!"

The Colonial Vanguard raised his hand and tore open his chest, revealing the mark of the blue Cangyue on his heart.

"Again, all citizens please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for the military and police to rescue!"

[Dimensional bomb confirmed to be activated]

"Don't go out! Don't go out! Don't--"

Squeak!

The front half of the carriage disappeared in an instant, and the train suddenly braked urgently. Luther's body flew out in an instant, and Miss Ruth beside him immediately fell on him and fell into his arms.

"...Fuck! What the hell is this!"

After a while, Luther came back to his senses. He stood up from the shattered carriage and helped Miss Ruth to stand up:

"Did you hear the news just now? There might be terrorists nearby, Miss Ruth, we have to leave quickly..."

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. Although it was not the first time he hugged a girl's waist, he always felt that the touch was a little strange. The fingertips embedded in Miss Ruth's slender waist were sticky and wet. If he touched it carefully, he could feel the sticky and soft tubular object falling off from his fingertips.

Tick, tick...

Luther turned his head stiffly and looked at Miss Ruth's face: she was still quiet and beautiful, as elegant and noble as a marble goddess.

Unfortunately, this statue was only half, along the center of the eyebrows, and cut straight and symmetrically from the middle.

People say that you should not like a girl's appearance, but her inner self.

Luther clearly saw the inner side of Miss Ruth's beautiful appearance: a tangled mass of rotten intestines, only half of the lung lobe and steaming kidneys. His fingertips were not just around the other's waist, but directly applied to the waist.

At that moment, Luther understood that it was not easy to like a girl.

He put Miss Ruth down - or Miss 'Ruth'.

Luther turned his head, and the city was full of sounds of magic and destruction. The 'gurgling' sound of the colonized vanguards' flesh and blood squirming sounded a little funny and cute. With the monotonous and pure eyes, they looked a little innocent from a distance.

But when they walked onto the streets and used blood coagulation guns to tear living people into minced meat bit by bit, their innocent eyes did not look so cute.

In particular, they cast their eyes on Luther.

………………………………

The Night Butterfly Federation's 'Light' class battleship turned on the stealth mode, passed through the sea of ​​clouds, and hovered in the air.

The waning moon was like a monarch, he was in the seat of shadows. Leisurely and contented, sitting on the clouds, the whole of Trivira was under his feet, the colonized vanguards were killing people in the streets and cities, the gurgling sound of muscles squirming and the screams and wails of the crowd were in symphony.

People's pleasure is nothing more than watching the chaos grow, watching the killing expand, watching the blood flow into the sea, and seeing the corpses pile up into mountains.

"Now, Trivira is completely dominated by us, Dad!"

Mo Zilan said excitedly:

"An interstellar civilization was actually invaded by a scattered gang like us. Ha, it's unbelievable."

"What is a scattered gang?" Cang Yue sneered: "The days of interstellar pirates are over. From now on, we are warlords."

After years of hard work, they invested a full 30,000 colonized vanguards in Trivira, and the sunk cost can no longer be calculated.

But as long as they get the fragments of the recognition eye, the taboo knowledge will definitely make them recover their costs.