Chapter 853

Time is like running water, fleeting.

Before I knew it, two days had passed.

Since the sun was shattered, the sky in the wasteland has been completely fixed in the evening, with only faint light falling from the foggy sky.

And the three giant gods who swept the entire tide of corpses and beat the five royal families who could only hide in the "turtle shell" did not disappear immediately.

For two days, they stood between the sky and the earth all the time, overlooking the sky and the earth like guards.

Nobody knew exactly what they were doing.

However, the sudden drop in temperature in the wasteland, as well as the increasingly dense rain and snow, turned this summer into an icy hell!

In the middle of the New World, on the border of Tianyuan.

The construction site of the sky wall, which is in full swing, has completely announced an unlimited stoppage period.

The unfinished walls were not covered, and large snowflakes fell on the crenels along with the wind, making the wooden frame creak.

Not far behind the wall.

The temporary tent camp where people used to come and go has now fallen into dead silence, and daily necessities scattered and abandoned on the ground can be seen everywhere.

Several pots and utensils that hadn't been taken away in time were blown around by the wind in the camp, making a tinkling sound.

It took only forty-eight hours before and after, as the outside temperature dropped without limit.

As early as last night when the temperature dropped to minus 40 degrees, all survivors were temporarily transferred to Skyrim City, which was under construction, to spend this rare winter there.

However, Skyrim City is not a treasure land that can completely shelter from wind and snow.

It was snowing heavily.

In Skyline City, which is already covered with snow, both sides of the narrow main road are full of temporary construction sites with foundations laid.

The new citizens, densely packed like a colony of ants, were wearing heavy cotton-padded jackets, and they were loosening the snow and heading out of the city.

It stands to reason that it should be difficult for human beings to move an inch in such weather, and there is no extra physical strength to carry out such a large-scale labor.

But the strange thing is that there are two worlds inside and outside the Tianyuan territory.

The temperature inside is not only higher, because the physical exertion caused by low temperature and heavy clothing is also significantly less.

Inwards from Skyrim City, across the clumps of cleared snow, in a four-story steeple building that has already been built.

Chen Shen and the tired Zhang Da stood side by side, looking into the distance.

"How is the arrangement of anti-cold supplies? How many gaps are there now?" Witnessing the rise of a new city with his own eyes again, Chen Shen felt inexplicable emotion and worry in his heart.

This is the first time that Tianyuan Territory has directly built a city-level city, but only at the beginning, it encountered obstacles such as sudden changes in temperature.

Not to mention that the construction in the city has been suspended, the daily living expenses of the four million people stationed here are an astronomical figure.

And every day, there are hundreds of thousands of refugees coming from outside the Sky Wall, entering and stationing here.

In order to ensure normal order in Skyrim City, the number of Tianyuan troops currently deployed exceeds 5,000.

And even so, last night, there was inevitably a small-scale riot in Tianji City caused by the anti-cold supplies.

A large number of new citizens who failed to buy cotton clothes in time wanted to flee here collectively and go to the city in the inner region of Tianyuan Territory.

If it hadn't been for Feng Long's use of thunder to forcefully suppress it, otherwise, how could we still see such a peaceful scene today.

"The impact of snowfall and temperature drop is too great. Our land transportation has been completely on strike. Fortunately, the trading market can relieve the urgent need, but it still takes a little time to run and raise the supplies for millions of people. There are still about 1.5 million gap..."

Zhang Da, who always likes to be accurate, did not give precise figures, which is enough to show how huge the shortage of supplies is today.

Anti-cold materials are not just a simple bite of hot food.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the city, it is not only necessary to prepare cotton clothes, boots, earmuffs, masks, gloves, etc. against low temperatures.

There are also medicines for treating diseases caused by low temperature, electric heating facilities responsible for urban heating, and so on.

There is no territory in the wasteland that has such a large amount of supplies.

That is to say, the trading market was opened, and the three major territories where Monk had finally breathed a sigh of relief were finally connected, and only then did a steady stream of material reserves come over.

"One and a half million..." Hearing this figure which was larger than the total population of Tianyuan Territory a year ago, Chen Shen felt a headache.

It is not a good thing to become a big fat man in one breath.

Just like now, the management of Tianji City is almost paralyzed, and the population here must be divided and transferred as soon as possible.

As for where the population is moving.

Thinking of the results of his communication with the Academy of Sciences when he came here, he murmured and said, "How much labor can we spare to leave Skyrim City now?"

"Remove?" Zhang Da frowned and said, "The new citizens of Tianji City are either based on the territory or the family. If you want to transfer someone, you must take away the old, weak, women and children in the group. The ratio between the two is about 73, that is to say, if one million people are transferred, at least 300,000 people will not be able to provide any labor force in the short term."

"And once we transfer the main force, the normal operation of Tianji City will also be affected."

"It's so troublesome?" Chief Judge Chen sighed, regretting for a moment that the acceptance policy formulated at that time had neglected to consider a level, and hadn't screened out these people proportionally in advance.

Right now, even if it is troublesome, they can only forcefully drive the ducks to the shelves.

Thinking of this, Chen Shen wanted to open his mouth to give instructions.

But at this moment.

Boom!

The wasteland, which had been gloomy all along, suddenly became brighter with this explosion, as if the sun had emerged from the dark clouds again.

The two quickly raised their heads to look out, but the next second, they were both stunned by the window.

The giant god who stood on the sky for two days without making any sound.

At this time, the God of Movement, Louis Relfe, who was in the middle, seemed to be strangled by someone, and was screaming with his arms around his neck.

The huge harp leaning against him burst into a bright golden light, as if it wanted to save someone.

But to no avail, a strange black suddenly appeared from under Louis Relph's feet and spread upwards at an extremely fast speed.

First feet, legs, then waist, neck, and face.

In less than a minute, Louis Relph's whole body seemed to have faded, suddenly turning into black and white, and he stopped moving.

And his huge golden harp also failed to escape this fate, and was gradually stained with black, and the golden light burning on it gradually disappeared, returning to ordinary.

"The mere ants are overwhelmed, and kill one person first, so as to scare others"

"Three days later, it will be your death day!"

A tremor sounded, as if it came from outside the sky.

Whether it is a thousand meters underground or on the top of a snow-capped mountain, they all heard this seemingly familiar voice clearly.

But before everyone went to the World Channel to discuss, the remaining god of hunting Yu Tie and the god of wine Herbert were also entangled in this black filth.

In mid-air, they screamed and struggled.

Brilliant rays of light burst out continuously, trying to clear away this difficult filth.

But it's a pity, just like Louis Ralph, although these rays of light can hinder the slowing down of the pollution, they still can't completely get rid of it.

In desperation, Yu Tie, the god of hunting, quickly chose the strong man to cut off his wrist. He decisively gestured with a knife and swung his dirty right leg violently.

The hundreds of meters of giant legs left the body, shattered into little green light spots, and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

On the other hand, Herbert slammed into his abdomen, forcibly cutting a big hole, removing all the flesh and blood that was infected with filth.

The two looked at each other, and both could see the undisguised fear in the other's eyes.

"Damn it, the five ancestor gods are too powerful, we have to..."

Herbert's thunderous voice did not fall completely.

Suddenly.

The black filth that had just been removed unexpectedly appeared in the void miraculously, attacking the bodies of the two crazily.

hiss.

He hastily removed the cork of the jug, gulped down a big gulp of fine wine, and sprayed it out at the filth.

There was a crackling sound, and dense white smoke rose into the sky, forming new clouds.

Most of the filth was removed, but some parts still rushed through the liquor and flew towards the two of them.

"Not good, retreat first!"

Yu Tie snorted, and was the first to choose to shatter his own body, turning into light spots and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Herbert's speed was not slow either, and just as dangerously close to the moment the filth hit, he sprayed out another sip of wine to cover his disappearance.

In just a few minutes, two of the three gods were injured and one died.

Only Louis Relph, who was petrified, remained on the spot, with the terrified expression on his face.

"This...they lost?!"

Unable to realize what happened, Chen Shen stared blankly by the window with a look of astonishment.

A few days ago, Long Anguo sold a big deal, and only pulled out this trump card at the last moment, which shocked everyone severely.

At that time, he let go of his bold words, and he would definitely make the five ancestor gods come and go.

But now, before the five ancestor gods came, it has become this scene?

"Mayor, it's too bad, the World Channel said that the one who just made a sound was the God of the Cursed Tiger that God Su confronted back then, he...they are still alive and come back again!" Zhang Da quickly browsed the World Channel, unable to stop himself trembling.

In the past two days, the giant god appeared, and countless human beings praised it enthusiastically on the world channel.

It has made too many people feel that the future is promising, even if the sun disappears and God Su disappears.

Human beings can also rely on the three gods to survive this dark time and embrace a new life again.

But until now, one dead and two wounded.

Sure enough, the fear left by the gods back then swept back again.

You can find it just by watching the countless desperate speeches on the World Channel at this time.

this moment.

People are completely confused!

...

The vast wind and snow slapped on the windows, and the atmosphere in the auditorium of the Academy of Sciences was frighteningly gloomy.

Thousands of students who were still actively discussing how to deal with low temperature disasters fell into silence as if they were being strangled by the necks of the three major gods.

creak.

Su Mo stood by the window, slowly closed the opened window, and returned to the podium.

There were still three large characters written on the blackboard at this time.

skyscraper.

Although today is not his first class in the Academy of Sciences, it is his first lecture on architecture.

It's a pity that the demise of the gods interrupted the lively classroom atmosphere, making everyone feel desperate again.

Especially now, the last protection of the three gods for the natural rules has been lost.

The speed of cooling and the frequency of rain and snow slapping accelerated, and the silence in the quiet auditorium became even more silent.

Half of the people lay flat on the stool in a state of disarray, their minds completely empty.

Among the remaining half of the people, some people wanted to say something, but the words got stuck.

Only a small number of people were silent for a while, and suddenly shouted in disorder: "The end of the world is coming, what is the use of our underground civilization plan, the gods are so powerful, as long as the five ancestor gods have a finger, we have worked hard to build Your territory will be destroyed immediately!"

"The current gods are much stronger than they were back then, and now they don't even pay attention to our missiles!"

"What should we do, are we really dying..."

"If they had developed information about gods earlier in Longqi Territory, why wouldn't our Academy of Sciences be able to research a way to popularize it? If all of us humans are gods, why would the five ancestor gods have the guts to come and act arrogantly?!"

"Run away, let's run away quickly, the end of the world is coming!

"..."

In an instant, the disorganized speech made the auditorium classroom seem to become a vegetable market.

Although the people present are already standing at the pinnacle of the surviving human knowledge system, they have recently come into contact with concepts related to divine power.

But in the face of a completely incomprehensible supernatural force like the gods, they still collapsed.

At this time, they didn't have the heart to think about the future of mankind at all, because after just three days, mankind will usher in the final judgment.

"Teacher, you don't seem surprised?"

Fang Shuci, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly made a soft sound. He looked at Su Mo's face with an expected calmness.

He looked around at the classmates sitting around him, the professors at the side in the front row, and the hundreds of people behind him who were visible to the naked eye.

Most people's faces are either overwhelmed and panicked, or written with despair in the doomsday future.

There is a stark contrast between the two.

"What's the surprise? Was it a surprise that they were defeated?" Su Mo smiled lightly, picked up the handout booklet on the desk, and couldn't help but make Fang Shuci's face even more astonished.

Looking at it like this, the three major human gods are all cold, and the five ancestor gods of alien races have only three days left to attack again.

But he still plans to continue the class?

"The five ancestor gods are coming soon, and our human gods are not their opponents."

"Teacher, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Su Mo didn't deny it, but nodded slightly: "It's normal for them to be afraid, but I won't be afraid."

"why?"

Fang Shuci asked an answer that everyone around him wanted to know.

Zhang Bowen, who was sitting beside him, also stared wide-eyed, looking directly at Su Mo's face.

Even though he knew that his teacher was strong, it was powerful in the field of knowledge, and did not surpass the limitations of human body.

Face thousands of meters of giant gods, face these unreasonable creatures.

Human beings are too small, just like ants are to giants, even if they try their best, they can't make the other party feel a sense of threat.

"Why... that's a good question."

Su Mo smiled warmly, stood up gently, and stood in front of the water circle that amplified the sound.

"Students, be quiet!"

The booming shout was amplified by the water circle, and reflected by the walls of the auditorium, it made a thunderous sound.

From the habits of classrooms these days.

Almost at the same time, everyone involuntarily stopped their movements and looked over in unison.

"Seeing everyone's reactions now, I suddenly thought of the extracurricular homework that I will assign to you after class today."

"Homework? It's the end of the world and homework?"

"Teacher, we humans are about to finish playing. You don't think the remaining two gods can defeat the five great ancestor gods, do you?"

"Our numbers are naturally at a disadvantage. Why, why didn't they disclose the way to become a god earlier, or now..."

"Otherwise, you will become a god?" Looking at the young man who spoke, Su Mo's eyes were extremely sharp.

They only looked at each other, and lowered their heads in shame for convenience, obviously proving their inner weakness.

"You are afraid, you are afraid, you complain, and even have the idea of ​​surrender, it is normal"

"But for today's homework, I want to test you."

"Whoever can answer the answer that satisfies me in the last lesson tomorrow, I will have a special gift."

"See clearly."

Su Mo's clear voice sounded and spread to everyone's ears.

He turned around and wrote a line of beautiful and square characters on the blackboard.

'after class homework'

'If the five ancestor gods didn't come now, how much later would they come before we human beings have a chance to resist? '

This is not a very specific problem, but it is a problem that goes to the core.

It tore through all the excuses that human beings used to comfort themselves, and completely tore away all the colorful flowers that concealed the status quo of human beings.

"How many years late, we have a chance to win..." Fang Shuci said silently, completely stunned.

Indeed, human technology has reached its limit.

These nine years.

Even though the survivors of the wasteland have inherited many magical technologies left over from the wasteland, until now, they have not been able to survive even the continuous natural disasters.

On the contrary, the status system, territorial system, currency deficit, scientific research barriers, information cocoons, and other strange systems that hinder the collective development of human beings and support a few human beings to enjoy a better life are introduced one after another.

The inferiority rooted in the depths of human genes, as well as the various systems extended from the earth, forcibly erased the advantages of re-opening the human system in the wasteland, and made class regression deeply imprinted on everyone's forehead.

Under such circumstances, how many years will it take for human beings to have the opportunity to truly have the power to have an equal dialogue with the five ancestor gods?

The answer is...

Never stand a chance!

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