Chapter 785

The end of the wasteland calendar is August 15th, eighth year.

An auspicious day that was supposed to be enjoyed by all Chinese people suddenly has a different meaning.

There are still the last seven days before the disaster scarlet storm, and the major territories that are not sending news have finally begun to publicize.

The nearly three-month-long disaster process, and a series of accompanying disasters, such as the lack of drinking water, the rolling heat wave, the reduction of land production, and the lack of food rations, which may break out on the way, instantly brought chaos to the entire New World.

In just three days, dozens of tiny territories that could barely sustain before declared bankruptcy, leaving the ground empty.

At the same time, those small and medium-sized territories were also filled with lingering despair, which quickly spread.

Among them, the territory near the Changlong Xianjiang is not bad, and the most basic order can be maintained, and personnel are arranged to take turns to fetch and store water.

However, in some territories that are inland, there are no rivers at all, and they can only find ways to borrow water from the surrounding territories.

However.

Although water is free, the cost of transportation is terrifyingly high.

When the lords of these territories went back and forth to calculate the cost of transporting water, the surplus food in the territories after the disaster, and the cost of invading other territories.

Immediately, before the three territories of the Yu family released the mutual non-attack agreement, the real chaos had already begun.

Tianyuan territory, Baoyu County.

In a four-story building built in less than seven days, Soma stood by the window, staring blankly at the vibrant Baoyu New City in the distance.

Suddenly, a sound came from behind, and two men with slightly pale faces walked in, and he came back to his senses.

"Director Shi, how's your progress today?"

"Today's progress is not bad. After the design work has simplified a round of secondary requirements, the progress of the virtual sand table simulation has been advanced to about 50 minutes. With further integration, the time can be greatly shortened!" Left The thin Shi Zhan grinned slightly.

Soma nodded.

"I have to worry about Director Shi, we have to compress the time to less than half an hour as soon as possible, time does not wait for anyone"

"Of course I know that, we have already dispatched another 300 people from the general warehouse to assist us, and we will have at most three days to complete the goal," Shi Zhan replied mildly.

As one of the three directors of Tianyuan Think Tank, he is best at the design and development of urban clusters.

The reason why Tianyuan Territory has been able to develop in such an orderly manner in terms of urban division over the years is that Shi Zhan's contribution cannot be ignored.

Picking the key points, Somo asked some specific design requirements, the proportion of time for each type, and the situation of testers.

It was not until all the progress results of the past two days were communicated that he nodded slightly and watched the two leave.

This building is the first branch of Tianyuan Think Tank put into operation in Baoyu County, and the cost is not small.

The reason why Chen Shenhui agreed to set it up here is that it still values ​​the development potential of Baoyu County in the future.

If all goes well, within a year or two, the scale here will definitely be able to catch up with the Hope City, and maybe it will become the Treasure Fish Market.

After staying in the building and looking around for a while, Somo slowly got down from the building and walked all the way to the residence of Zizai Group.

When I came to this ruins, it was still late May, but in a blink of an eye it was close to late August.

If you look at it as a refugee, what he can do now in just three months is an incredible miracle.

However, walking on the streets that have changed a lot, looking at the surrounding buildings and the hot construction sites.

What Soma could feel was a strange sense of alienation.

It's a weird feeling, but it's real.

Perceptually told him that Baoyu County can have such changes as it is today, and as the manager here, his credit must not be ignored.

The current people of Baoyu County love him, adore him, and even educate their children to follow him as an example.

With these people developing well, the future Tianyuan territory will definitely be able to rush back to the top territory.

But reason kept telling him all the time that the time in this ruin was only the last nine months.

After nine months have passed, no matter what the Tianyuan territory of this world will develop into in the future, there is little chance that he will be able to come back.

Friends here, friends here, will become passers-by in memory.

The more entanglements there are, the harder it is to get out, and the easier it is to let yourself fall into endless nostalgia.

"No wonder the game asks to delete memory, everything here is so real, it doesn't look like a simulated world at all"

"It's like developing in another wasteland in parallel time and space. Everyone has their own thoughts!"

After returning to the laboratory in the station and sitting down in deep thought, Su Mo's thoughts still did not turn around.

Look at the authenticity of the relic world from a dialectical point of view.

If it's fake, it's very simple. It's a Truman world simulated by the game by some means. Everyone uses the information left over from the past to push it down and continue.

But if it is true, what space is there? What means does the game use to accomplish all this?

Is there really a so-called fourth-dimensional time law that affects all of this, and creatures who manipulate the fourth dimension can play with time arbitrarily?

Then why has this world never heard of creatures outside the solar system, with creatures from other places in the vast universe participating?

Just humans, and some extraordinary creatures with magical abilities but limited by the game?

"that door"

The door that he once saw through the frosted glass flashed in his mind, and Soma suddenly felt a little throbbing in his heart.

Somewhere, the answer of all the known information is connected, telling him that he can get the answer as long as he enters this door.

But there is another voice calling out loudly, the strength is not enough, what is waiting behind the door may not be the answer but death.

"The alien races in this ruin have been suppressed by humans to the point of near extinction, and the so-called gods still haven't appeared. In addition, I have never heard of other ruins in the ruins world. No matter where this place is, those who can be at any time Peeping, surveillance, and descending gods are definitely invisible.”

"If you can't see it, it means there is room for black box operation. Just like the props I used in it, it can still be restored to the outside world."

"Just in terms of pros and cons, this relic space is absolutely beneficial to human beings. As long as you can complete the task, you can easily get the technology that belongs to the future, and you can also get massive game rewards to develop the main wasteland."

"So."

It is vaguely traced back to the real intention of the relics, as well as the tasks and rewards of the game that are completely different from the outside world.

In addition to the conjectures that Jiang Chu, the god of Shanghai, once said, and the methods handed over to him for testing.

If it is said that those alien races from the outside world come frequently, it is to destroy the living space of human beings and forcibly increase the difficulty of survival for everyone.

So what is the meaning of existence and the original intention of these magical ruins that only humans can enter?

Thinking of this, Su Mo's thoughts stopped abruptly, and reason told him that even if he could figure out a point or two, it would be in vain.

The mysterious system clearly knew this, but the reason for not telling him was the same as now.

It's just that the time has not come, and the strength is not enough to bear the consequences of knowing the truth.

"It seems that my current cognition is completely inconsistent with my strength, which limits too much development."

"It caused me to even start to look forward and backward, and I was timid."

Click the button on the side of the main lab table, and the table splits in the middle, bringing up hundreds of unfinished parts.

Looking at these parts, Soma's mind slowly sank, and the irritability of staying in the laboratory for a long time these days also began to fade.

I have never devoted time to a boring research like this before, and it took only two months before and after, and the demons were already crowded.

Now, after I figured out all this, I realized that all the troubles came from the lack of strength.

Everything seemed to fall into place.

"There is still one week left. When I finish building the daily battle armor, the real opportunity of this ruin will be officially opened!"

"I want to collect the locations of all the famous underground research bases in the past eight years, return to the real wasteland to lead people to take the lead, and seize all opportunities to develop in one fell swoop"

"I want to collect all valuable technologies, bring them back to the territory, and create an unrivaled heritage"

"The show has just begun!"

On August 22, the eighth year of the last wasteland calendar, the seventy-eight consecutive days of the Crimson Storm series of disasters officially began.

On the day of the disaster, the southern area where the central territory of the New World was clustered was silent, and no chaotic situation could be seen.

But those with discerning eyes know that the current calm is just an illusion before the storm, and that real chaos may break out at any time.

Sure enough, the time has just come to the middle of the night on the second day of the disaster.

A fuse battle that was enough to spread to the entire southern district erupted violently.

At two o'clock in the morning, a battle group composed of three small territories, the Golden Bell Society, the Ultimate Sect, and the Poshan Alliance, secretly reached some agreement and entered the medium-sized territory near the tributary of the Changlong Xianjiang by relying on the inner ghost. Red Sun Territory.

The strength of the two is extremely disparate only on paper. The combined population of the former three territories is just over 20,000, while the latter has a resident population of 80,000, and the territory guard strength is about ten times the gap.

But to everyone's surprise, the battle had just started, and only at six o'clock in the morning, the Red Sun Territory announced its total surrender.

The lord Snow Juliers, along with his Chiri family, was executed in the territorial capital Chiri Castle in front of tens of thousands of people.

The other resources of the entire territory were also naturally divided among the three small territories.

Such an obvious act of aggression has a very bad impact, but what everyone cares about most is the attitude of the three Yujia territories that have made a mutual non-attack agreement.

In the past, any territory that touched this rule was met with extremely violent countermeasures, and no one could survive.

But this time, just after nine o'clock in the morning, after hearing that the Yusanjia territory gave a strong condemnation of this kind of aggression only in a radio message.

Those battles that were suppressed in the dark broke out completely!

Those who have revenge take revenge, those who have grievances hold grievances, those who lack water grab water, and those who lack food grab food.

After the rules became ambiguous, each territory was afraid that it would walk behind others and lose this wave of excellent development opportunities.

At the same time, they were even more afraid that those territories they had fought against each other in the past would take action first and catch their own side by surprise.

And it was precisely when they fought each other that they discovered that there were figures of large territories behind many small territories.

The battle between the big territories finally started the first one on the sixth day after the disaster.

The Dravad Party and the Rigsner Society from the Western Region of the New World, two territories with fundamentally conflicting fundamentals, suddenly fought each other.

The two sides mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops and collided with each other on the border of the territory.

Whether it is true or false, strong or weak, under the previous rules, the weak can still disguise themselves as the strong through small means.

But when this kind of real war breaks out, all the little cleverness is in vain.

It only took two days for President Rigsner to go straight in, using various new weapons to defeat the Delaware Party and occupy most of the opponent's territory.

Realizing that the situation was over, Lamb Nelson, the lord and pope of the sect, took his cronies overnight, and his family fled, leaving only an excuse for sickness to delay the time.

When the people under the territory found out that their lord was not really sick, but fled to the golden giant eagle to apply for asylum.

This war has come to an end, and everyone was unexpectedly fast.

It took only four days before and after, a large territory with nearly one million people changed its course and became a strong part of the history of the wasteland.

At this time, other large territories only realized it later, and everyone began to be in danger.

In the past, they hoped that the constraints of the rules could be dissipated as soon as possible, so that they could have a good chance to start the medium-sized and small-sized territories that they had been eyeing for a long time below.

But when there are really no rules this time, with the tragedy of the Dravad party ahead, they can't help but panic.

Because the enemies at this time are still small and medium-sized territories that are bullied at will on weekdays, and those large territories that are the same size as them, or even larger, are the real source of threats!

The era of scolding has finally come to the end of the mission, and the era of fists has officially entered the wasteland stage.

In the future, the "elegant and easy-going" communication method will become the past tense.

Of course, it was precisely such a change in thinking that the entire wasteland pattern had undergone tremendous changes.

The first to bear the brunt is the territorial ranking that seemed reasonable and well-founded before, and it began to change almost every day.

Every day, there are territories whose defeat ranking plummets and even disappears from the territory rankings.

Every day, a new territory is established, and the ranking soars with the record on the bright side.

The real tide is starting to recede, and it's easy to see who's swimming naked.

At this time, ordinary people on the new continent have blatantly discovered that the real powerful territories are actually very low-key.

The Qixing Mountains, a large-scale territory ranked 112, is usually not visible, but after being invaded by the Sunda Wind House, ranked 79, next door.

They didn't even use the main force to go up, and they beat the other party and ran away, losing a lot of materials to be able to stop.

80% of the territory of the 84th Niguang Society are women, and they seem to be weak in combat.

But after encountering the 47th-ranked sun-covering flag, these people let everyone see what is called tactical crushing.

More and more figurines of the big territory were torn off, and their true strength began to be revealed.

What surprised everyone the most was the Tianyuan Territory that was rumored to have fallen.

On the last day of August, he suddenly climbed to the top of the top ten territories in the New World with an unrivaled momentum, ranking sixth.

At first, many people were surprised and questioned that the improvement of the twenty-four rankings was not accompanied by the record.

If there is no record, how can the Tianyuan territory prove that it is worthy of the status of the sixth territory of mankind.

But then, in just one day, an unprecedented shock spread throughout the entire New World, even if the glory of the Yusan Family was obscured at this moment.

Tianyuan Port!

A brand new term, a brand new definition.

An arrogant gesture that is maddening to the limit, but makes all the other large territories around it die.

Silence, has explained everything!