My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 853: The gods have fallen, and the hearts of the people are in chaos!

  Chapter 856 The gods have fallen, and the hearts of the people are in chaos!

  Time is like running water, fleeting.

  Unknowingly, two days have 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.

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

  Nobody knows exactly what they're doing.

  However, the sudden drop in temperature in the wasteland and the increasingly dense rain and snow turned this summer into a freezing 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.

   Those walls that have not been built are not covered, and large snowflakes are blown by the wind and fall on the crenel, making the wooden frame creak.

  Not far behind the wall.

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

  Several pots and utensils that were not taken away in time were blown around by the wind in the camp, making ding dong ding dong sounds.

  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 full of snow, both sides of the narrow main road are full of temporary construction sites with foundations opened.

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

   It stands to reason that humans should be unable 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.

  Skyrim City goes inward, across 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 materials? 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 directly built a city at the city level, 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.

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

  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 weren't for Feng Long's use of thunder to forcefully suppress it, 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 move and raise supplies for millions of people. There are still one hundred and fifty There is a gap of about 100,000."

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

  The anti-cold supplies are not just a simple hot food.

   To maintain the normal operation of the city, it is not only necessary to prepare cotton clothes, boots, earmuffs, masks, gloves, etc. to resist 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 finally contacted with the three major territories that still had a sigh of relief, and only then did a steady stream of material reserves come over.

  "1.5 million" Hearing this figure, which was larger than the total population of Tianyuan Territory a year ago, gave Chen Shen a headache.

  It is not a good thing to eat a big fat man in one go.

  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.

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

   "Transfer?" Zhang Da frowned and said, "The new citizens of Tianji City are either based on the territory or the family. Just leave. The ratio between the two is about 73, which means that if one million people are transferred away, 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 Skyrim City will also be affected."

   "So troublesome?" Chief Inspector Chen sighed, regretting for a moment that the acceptance policy formulated at that time had neglected one layer of consideration, and had not screened out these people in proportion in advance.

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

  Thinking about this, Chen Shen wanted to give instructions.

   But right now.

  Boom!

  The wasteland, which had been gloomy all along, suddenly became brighter with the 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 **** who stood on the sky for two days without making any sound.

  At this moment, Louis Ralph, the **** of music, who was in the middle, seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, and was whimpering with his arms around his neck and screaming.

  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 upward 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, so kill one person first, so as to scare others"

  "Three days later, you will die!"

  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 clearly heard this seemingly familiar voice.

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

  In the air, they roared and struggled.

   bursts of bright light burst out continuously, trying to clean up this difficult filth.

  But unfortunately, just like Louis Relph, although these rays of light can hinder the slowing down of the pollution, they still cannot be completely removed.

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

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

  Herbert slammed into his abdomen, forcefully cut a big hole, and removed all the infected flesh and blood.

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

  "Damn it, the five ancestor gods are too powerful, we must"

  Herbert's thunderous voice did not fall completely.

   Suddenly.

  The black filth that had just been removed appeared miraculously in the void again, madly attacking their bodies.

   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 eliminated, but some parts still rushed through the wine 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 is not slow, just as dangerously close to the moment the filth hit, he sprayed out another mouthful of wine to cover his disappearance.

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

  Only Louis Ralph, who was petrified, remained in the same place, with the terrified expression on his face.

  "They lost?!"

  Unable to realize what happened, Chen Shen stared at the window in shock.

  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, this scene has already turned into this?

  "Mayor, it's too bad. The World Channel said that the one who just made a sound was the God of the Cursed Tiger who was confronted by God Su. They are still alive and have returned!" Live trembling.

  The appearance of the giant **** in the past two days has been praised by countless human beings 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 died and two were injured.

  The fear left by the gods back then swept back once again.

  Just by looking at the countless desperate speeches on the World Channel at this time, you can find out.

   This moment.

  People are completely confused!

  Boundless wind and snow beat on the windows, and the atmosphere in the auditorium and classrooms of the Academy of Sciences was dull and frightening.

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

  Crackling.

  Su Mo stood by the window, slowly closed the window that had just been opened, and returned to the podium.

   On the blackboard, there are still three large characters written on it.

   Sky Tower.

  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 fall of the gods interrupted the lively classroom atmosphere, making everyone feel desperate again.

  Especially now, the last protection of the three gods for the laws of nature has been lost.

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

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

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

  After being silent for a while, only a small number of people 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 one finger, we Xin The territory that has been worked so hard to build will be destroyed soon!"

  "The gods are much stronger now 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 Longqi Territory developed information about gods earlier, 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 be arrogant?!"

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

  “.”

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

  Although the people present are already 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, 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 bewildered or 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 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, and 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.

  Although he knew that his teacher was strong, he was powerful in the field of knowledge and did not transcend the limitations of the human body.

  Facing the thousands of meters of giant gods, facing 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 opponent 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 through the water circle, and reflected by the walls of the auditorium, it made a thunderous sound.

  Derived 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 going to be the end of the world and homework?"

  "Teacher, we humans are about to finish the game, don't you think that the remaining two gods can defeat the five ancestor gods?"

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

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

   only looked at each other, and lowered their heads in shame for convenience, which obviously proved the weakness of their hearts.

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

  "But 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."

  Sumo'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.

  'Homework'

  ‘If the five ancestor gods didn’t come now, how much later will they come before we humans can have a chance to resist? ’

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

  It has torn apart all the excuses that human beings use to comfort themselves~IndoMTL.com~ and completely tore away all the colorful flowers that cover up the status quo of human beings.

   "How many years late, we have a chance to win" Fang Shuci recited 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, even the continuous natural disasters have been unable to survive.

  Instead, the status system, territorial system, currency deficit, scientific research barriers, and information cocoons, all these wonderful systems that hinder the collective development of human beings and support a few human beings to live a good life, have been introduced one after another.

  The bad roots deeply rooted in human genes, and the various systems that have been extended from the earth, forcibly erased the advantages of re-opening the human system in the wasteland, and made class regression deeply embedded in 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!

  (end of this chapter)