I Have A City In An Alternate World

After the disaster broke out, the survivors truly realized what it meant to be sparsely populated.

There was not a single person to be seen in the distance of tens of kilometers. Only some wild beasts appeared on both sides of the road.

Bones, debris, and car wreckage that had been randomly thrown away formed a very depressing scene.

The prosperity of the past no longer existed, and death and destruction were everywhere.

In such an environment, it was easy to collapse and despair. Only by holding onto a trace of hope in one's heart could one have the possibility of surviving.

Even though the apocalypse had arrived, there were still a large group of people who were working hard to save the world.

A whistling sound came from the distance. It was the unique roar of machines. After the apocalypse, the roar of such machines became less and less.

This was the voice of civilization, as well as The Voice of Technology. When it disappeared, it often represented the destruction of civilization.

It did not take long for another fleet of vehicles to arrive, smashing a few monsters that were blocking the way into pieces.

He didn't stop and continued to rush forward.

This was a convoy made up of players. They arrived at the port as fast as lightning, only to find that it was also chaotic.

The workers had long since run away, and the ships of all sizes had been abandoned. There were also some monsters wandering around.

Many of the monsters were infected by the natives, and their forms were extremely ugly and ferocious.

The players were already used to such a scene.

He charged at the monsters, knocked them to the ground, and then shot their heads.

There was no way to reverse the mutation after it had occurred. Keeping the monster would only harm more people.

Even if they were once humans, they did not need to be soft-hearted, or they would only harm themselves and others.

After about two hours, the players cleaned up the port and the big transformation began immediately.

A large number of containers were cleared and sealed so that they could not seep into the sea.

Then, he used metal chains to fix them in place.

This kind of work was not difficult, but it required a lot of time. It was impossible to complete it in a short time.

Now that there were cultivators, things became much simpler, and they could even operate without tools.

The waterproof of the containers, the welding of the chains, and the transportation of materials could all be completed by magic.

The dock still had machinery that could still be used normally, and it was also of use at this moment.

In just a short time, a container Island appeared in the port, and it was still expanding.

There were also some players who modified the ships to act as the power for the floating islands.

They could move in the ocean by being pulled by long chains or by installing power on the floating island.

Such a crude and huge floating island could not last for too long in the ocean, nor could it withstand too many waves.

As a temporary means of transportation, there was no need to be too demanding, as long as it could last until they reached the shore.

Due to time constraints, the players did not dare to rest for even a moment and were all working overtime.

Knowing that the construction was going well, the rear immediately sent a fleet of vehicles to send some survivors and supplies.

He had originally wanted to save fuel, but it was no longer necessary. The port had enough fuel, and these cars would soon be abandoned.

People and resources were continuously sent to the ships and floating islands, waiting for the main force to arrive at the port.

The transport fleet continued to move back and forth, pulling in truck after truck of survivors to speed up the transfer.

The originally deserted port became more and more lively.

The survivors walked onto the floating island and felt the waves, but their mood became more and more stable.

For hundreds of thousands of survivors to cross the sea in such a special way to seek refuge, the operation process was far more difficult than imagined.

Although there were some difficulties, they could be overcome.

To be able to survive the pursuit of the yaomo until now was already an amazing thing.

Compared to the difficulties they had encountered before, the situation in front of them was not worth mentioning.

With the joint efforts of the participants, the survivors successfully landed on the floating island, and the ships also started to move.

At this time, the sea was full of people, and the transportation scene was quite spectacular.

However, if it was related to a disaster, it would make one's heart heavy.

At this moment, the roars of monsters could be heard from the wilderness in the distance. Countless demons were chasing after them.

It would not take long for the monsters to rush into the port, and the survivors would have no chance of escaping.

full speed! Leave the shore quickly!

The player in charge of commanding roared and gave the order, asking for help from the base without hesitation.

There were too many people asking for help, and tomb city did not have that many people, so they had to make decisions based on the situation.

If they thought that there was no need for rescue, tomb city would not send troops.

At this moment, the commander was actually on tenterhooks. He was afraid that his request would be rejected.

He had asked for help many times before, but all of them had been rejected. He hoped that this time it would pass.

Otherwise, even if the players didn't say it out loud, they would definitely curse in their hearts.

The players and soldiers guarded the shore and quickly set up a line of defense. Even though they knew that they could not defeat the magical beasts, they still had to stop them and buy more time for the survivors to escape.

Seeing that the magical beasts were already charging at them, the players revealed ferocious expressions and were ready to fight to the death with the monsters.

The survivors who were working together also gritted their teeth, knowing that this might be the last battle.

Although they were regretful and unwilling, none of them backed down.

After experiencing too many tribulations, they had long become indifferent to life and death. When it was necessary to sacrifice, they would not hesitate.

However, at this moment, white light was projected from the sky above the demons, as if Swords of Justice were falling from the sky.

As he fell into the group of monsters, the sounds of intense fighting could be heard.

The people who were ready to fight to the death finally came back to their senses and cheered excitedly.

"The reinforcements are here, we're saved!"

The survivors on the floating island were also cheering like thunder, celebrating their narrow escape from death.

"BOOM!"

At this moment, a series of sounds came from the floating island, and then it began to slowly leave the dock.

"Hurry up and land on the island. Let's go first!"

The player in charge of commanding saw this and once again gave the order to retreat. He then shouted through the loudspeaker to the shore.

brothers, thank you for your help. We'll take our leave first!

His voice echoed in the air and reached the ears of the cannon fodder players who were fighting the magical beasts. They immediately received a response.

you're welcome. Go ahead. I wish you all the best!

"Brothers, hang in there. According to the route, you'll probably be the first to reach tomb city.

This is an honor, and we have to fight for it. We can't let down the hard work we've put in all this time."

hahaha, this is so satisfying! I can't control my excitement!

The players 'voices were mixed with the roars of the demons, but it made people's blood boil.

"All of you ants, go to hell!"

Suddenly, an angry roar was heard. A figure as large as a mountain appeared. It was as tall as a six-story building.

This was a Devil king of the underworld. When he saw that the survivors were about to escape, he rushed out in exasperation.

Looking at the ocean in front of him, he felt anxious and helpless.

Water was the source of life, the symbol of life and hope. It could not be found in the netherworld.

Most yaomo did not know how to swim at all, it could be said that they sank the moment they entered the water.

They might not drown in a short period of time, but it was absolutely impossible for them to move freely, so they could only let the survivors leave.

After tracking him day and night, the Demon King was about to win. How could he be willing?

It wanted to stop them and take revenge on the survivors.

As it roared, it launched its attack.

In its hand, it held a large metal oil can, which had been lit by green flames.

It was like a giant Bomb, aimed at the moving floating island, and smashed fiercely.

Once the floating island was hit, it would instantly collapse, and the survivors gathered on it would die in large numbers.