Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 1279 Color

Can't tell whether it's day or night.

There was only a faint afterglow in the cracked sky, and more of it was the burning red and thick smoke rising from the earth. No rain fell from the gathering clouds.

All that fell to the earth was burning ashes and dust rising from the ground.

Everything in the Holy City seemed to be shrouded in this ambiguous gray black, as if it was strangled under a gray blanket, struggling and convulsing ugly, and even the whines and roars became vague.

Only the continuous loud noises of collapse and the roar of explosions are still so clear. A mixture of screams and wails penetrated the broken eardrums and echoed in the skull and brain.

When a new loud noise erupted with the shells falling in the distance, everyone behind the temporary bunker fell into numbness and sluggishness. Only the person holding the communication radio continued to report, choking and asking for help.

There are more people, people in the corners, who have lost their breath, and only have pale faces staring blankly at the sky.

"hold onto!"

Someone on the radio was roaring: "Two minutes, just shy of it, we'll be there immediately!"

"There are not two minutes left, people are going to die, damn-"

The communication person choked with sobs: "Where are the reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements? The legion's gang is almost burning this place down!"

"Two minutes, two minutes!"

Yuan Zhao shouted hoarsely through the radio, but the voice on the other end could no longer be heard clearly. He could vaguely hear vague curses and the final shout.

By the end, there were no other sounds.

He gritted his teeth, threw away the radio in his hand, accelerated, and went against the gunfire of the main battle tank, feeling the large shield he raised in his hand constantly trembling and whining in the roaring rain of bullets.

The tank's gun barrel had already spun around and was aimed at him again, spewing out flames!

The giant shield, which was poorly cast, could not withstand the terrifying impact and temperature. It fell apart in an instant. But as the deformed warhead flew up, there was nothing behind the collapsed shield.

And in the spreading smoke and air waves, the figure of the armored knight reappeared, moving forward.

After abandoning the last defense, he dragged his weapon and protruded towards the position.

Crush the fire.

At the snap of your fingers, you're close at hand!

The cracked faceplate reflected the firelight erupting from the barrels of the guns, and then, with the swing of the sword blade, everything was covered in scarlet.

There were clearly ten times more than him, and there were dozens of well-armed armored knights, but at this moment when the gray knights broke into the position, everyone felt the chill emerging from their hearts.

"open--"

Before the captain who was trying to command had time to finish his words, his open and closed lips were pierced by a dagger that shot through the air. The terrifying force pulled his body and nailed it into the wall.

Then, the moment gunfire rang out again, the massacre began!

Soon, the sound of gunfire and the roar of the position disappeared together.

In the silence, Yuan Zhao gasped, not caring about rest, and staggered forward, breaking through the final blockade and breaking into the position calling for help.

But no one can welcome him here anymore.

The fighting between the expeditionary legion and the rebels has ended. The messy corpses are hugging each other. There is no longer any ferocity or madness in their empty expressions, and they have returned to tranquility.

Only the correspondent in the corner, who was still clutching the pistol, looked at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to finally react, and his raised arm fell back to the ground.

He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to smile: "Didn't you say, two minutes?"

"Well, I arrived a little early."

Yuan Zhao took off his helmet, stepped forward, and carefully checked his condition, but soon, he saw the penetrating wound under the palm of his hand covering his stomach, and the blood that was constantly oozing out.

It's almost gone.

"Haha, it turns out that you are really coming... Everyone said that I was dreaming, that we had been abandoned... Jon, and Lao Zhao, are all dead... I originally wanted to run away, but I couldn't let go. They don’t know where they are going...the bullets are gone and everyone is dead..."

The person asking for help leaned against the wall, mumbling to himself, as if he didn't even know what he was talking about. He was just trembling, his lips lost color, and he gasped: "It's so cold, is it snowing? It's too cold. I'm so cold that I'm shivering..."

"Um."

Yuan Zhao lowered his head and responded vaguely.

The person asking for help seemed to understand something and murmured blankly, "Am I going to die?"

"..." Yuan Zhao was silent.

"After you die, will you really go to hell?"

The dying man looked at him blankly, and moved hard, as if trying to grab his hand: "Mr. Guo, once said to me... We can live in a better world.

But I have been thinking, does such a world really exist? "

"Even after drinking the soup, I still can't believe it. Maybe it was just a dream, maybe it was just a lie to me..."

He choked and couldn't hold back his tears anymore, like a child who didn't know where he was going: "Am I really, really from such a world?"

"Yeah, everyone does."

Yuan Zhao nodded and responded decisively, telling him: "Everyone is."

The man was stunned and looked at him blankly.

He was still crying, but he showed such a relaxed smile. It was like seeing a dream come true before my own eyes.

Just like, if you still have something to say, open your mouth.

But no more breath.

Only his expression remained in the smile, so peaceful.

In the silence, Yuan Zhao stretched out his hand and closed his eyes.

For a moment, he wanted to say something to the dead person, but in the end nothing came out.

He just took one last look and turned to leave.

There was another roar in the distance.

Amid the shock, the smiling face was submerged in the dust, and together with the others, went to sleep in a beautiful dream.

Under the rising red light in the sky, Yuan Zhao once again took up his weapon and passed through the ruins and battlefields under his feet, heading to a place where more flames shone.

Silence, no more words.

Throw yourself into this war.

Until the armor on his body was completely scrapped, Mo San urged him to be sent to the emergency maintenance center.

"Almost everything is broken, right? Ah, there is also a new prosthetic hand... Who adjusted the neural response power? Aren't you afraid that your brain will be burned out?"

The maintenance engineer looked at the data on the instrument and pounded the table angrily: "What happened? Those guys - no, they can't go up there no matter what."

"Isn't this the time to talk about this?" Yuan Zhao lay on the preparation table and smiled helplessly: "Can't you get a new one? I feel pretty good."

"Even if the nerve is made of iron wire, it will be burned out if this continues! This response power, even if the reaction speed is a little faster, is no different from killing someone!"

"But am I not good?"

Yuan Zhao looked at him and said to him: "No problem, just follow this."

The maintenance engineer still wanted to speak, but when he saw his eyes, he fell into silence. For a long time, he scratched his head irritably: "Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, go and bring up that new model, the one that was just delivered."

"Master, that thing doesn't mean it's completely gone..."

"No matter what, just take it if you are told!"

The annoyed organizer interrupted him, and no one objected. Soon, the armor that had just been sent from the assembly line arrived in front of Yuan Zhao.

"Here, it's a special model. Someone just sent it here not long ago. It was said to be for you, a gift or something."

The mechanic tapped the wolf's head logo on it: "The size and model seem to be tailor-made for you. It is fast and directly connected to your nerves. It is a perfect match for your thick nerves.

But the technique used is extremely tricky, and there will be a little pain when joining, so bear with it——"

"Ha, this looks like that guy's design. Don't worry, let go..."

Yuan Zhao smiled and was about to speak, but then his body began to convulse involuntarily, twitching violently, and his eyes were bloodshot, almost popping out of their sockets.

The moment the nerves were synchronized, it was as if an iron needle had been inserted into his forehead, and then stirred a few more times. He could not restrain himself from screaming and cursing.

"Huai Shi!!!"

Even if that guy dies, will he still laugh at himself? !

"I told you it would hurt, but you still don't believe it."

The armorer gloated as he looked at him with tears and nose running down his face, and embedded and nailed the heavy armor into the exoskeleton frame one by one.

It was like sending someone into an iron coffin, very fast.

In this way, the gray armor gradually covered the young man, the human part disappeared, and the iron part emerged from the darkness.

But Yuan Zhao seemed to have lost his mind and didn't speak anymore. It wasn't until the helmet was put on his head and the visor was put down that Yuan Zhao raised his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

It's not like he's recovering from the shock, but rather he seems to be thinking about something.

He asked inexplicably, "Do you think those things in the past were like dreams?"

"ah?"

The organizer was at a loss, but he quickly nodded in agreement: "If you say so, I have indeed thought about it. However, compared to this world, I like that kind of dream more."

"Aren't you afraid it's fake?" Yuan Zhao asked.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or false."

The maintenance engineer shook his head and answered without thinking: "As long as what we do is right, isn't it?"

As he said this, he couldn't help but laugh, so happily.

Seeing his smile, Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment and then smiled too.

"What's wrong?" asked the maintenance engineer.

"No, it's nothing."

The young man shook his head, covered his faceplate, stood up from the preparation table again, stretched his fingers, clenched them into fists, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thanks!"

Just like that, he stood up and moved forward again.

Passing through the gate and the camp, heading towards the battlefield getting closer and closer in the distance, the holy city shrouded in smoke and fire.

Just behind him, the fully prepared armored knights stood up one after another and followed him to receive their own weapons and ammunition.

Once again, gather into an array.

"Let's go, everyone."

Yuan Zhao turned back and looked at his friends.

Once again, he took up his own iron pillar to break the formation.

He said, "Let's go and give the world a little color."

He received a uniform response.

It was like a loud laugh, overwhelming the roaring and wailing.

The armored knights once again set foot on the battlefield.

Sorry, I wanted to write more, but I have a headache... I will write more tomorrow.

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