Doomsday disaster: Start by building a shelter.

Chapter 341 The Thugs' Dinner
north.

Deep in the desolate ice plains.

A brutal banquet unfolds in one of the shelters built here.

The thugs, fully armed and driving modified vehicles.

They used explosives to blast open the walls of the shelter.

The process, which had been repeated countless times elsewhere, was replicated.

They first launched a massive purge of the shelter.

They indiscriminately slaughtered all ordinary residents who were of no value, leaving only a few handsome young men and women alive.

Then, after the unrestrained revelry...

A group of young men and women who had been assaulted were brutally cleaned once again.

The whole person was placed on the huge charcoal grill.

In the scorching heat, it let out a desperate wail.

These cries, filled with extreme pain, sounded like the most beautiful music to the ears of the rioters.

It brought them the most exciting and exhilarating experience.

However, today.

The rioters' dinner was destined to fail.

a moment.

A muffled explosion could be heard coming from outside the shelter.

That was the sound of the grenade detonated by the guards on the perimeter before they died.

The thugs at the banquet, alert, picked up their weapons.

But before they could put on the exoskeleton armor piled up nearby...

One after another, groups of fist-sized drones emerged from every corner.

As if possessing intelligence, they each locked onto their own target the moment they appeared.

It crashed into us head-on.

Then came a violent explosion.

And clusters of orange-red flames that engulfed the rioters.

X-3 self-destructing drone.

This is a third-generation grenade developed under the supervision of Su Wu, capable of automatic flight and target acquisition.

In such a confined underground space, it has achieved an incredibly high level of efficiency.

There were more than forty bandits in total.

They hadn't even had a chance to meet the intruders yet.

They were completely wiped out in the grenade explosion.

Besides, the aftershocks of the explosion didn't even destroy the tableware next to the rioters.

"Threat target has been eliminated."

"Disengage from combat mode."

More than a dozen spider robots equipped with various heavy weapons.

Following behind the grenades, they entered the banquet hall one after another.

The horrific scene inside the hall came into view.

Half a second later.

One of the spider robots, using a camera that flashed a faint red light, locked onto the only survivor present.

"17% brain damage."

"Expected death in 57 seconds."

They used the rudimentary detection equipment they carried.

Artificial intelligence made a quick judgment.

The survivor's head was so badly damaged by the intense heat that it was beyond saving.

The worker operating the spider robot behind the scenes fell silent for a moment.

Still close to the past.

The robotic arm extinguished the flames below, and the survivor was carefully carried to the ground.

Then, in a voice only a few of her colleagues in the remote control center could hear, he gently bid her farewell.

Rest in peace.

"Such a tragedy will never happen again in the future."

It originated in a rural courtyard in Jianghe City.

all the time.

The network and game currency it built, as well as the hundreds of millions of residents it attracted.

This has created an overly idealized view of post-apocalyptic society in the eyes of most people.

Many people genuinely believe that life after the apocalypse is simply about eating worse and living a more frugal and monotonous life.

Even in the worst-case scenario, as long as one is willing to work.

You can also earn enough food to survive by playing games.

But in fact.

This false sense of beauty.

It's just like sunlight shining down from the sun.

It provides warmth, but cannot truly shield one from the wind and rain. It also doesn't impose strong constraints on order.

Once someone crosses the line and acts recklessly.

In an instant, it can bring a true apocalyptic hell to a large number of people in the surrounding area.

The victim's only means of resistance.

The only way to request military support from the farmhouse is through prayers within the game.

But this kind of prayer.

It requires a huge amount of in-game currency, and each response takes an extremely long time.

In the apocalypse, each shelter is in a nearly closed environment.

most of the time.

When they realized something was wrong, they wanted to ask for help from outside.

Often it's too late.

What awaits them is only the cruelest side of the apocalypse, where all concealment has been torn away.

But the good thing is.

At least for Dongzhou.

Su Wu began to sweep across the entire Eastern Continent with overwhelming force.

This apocalypse is finally coming to an end.

All humans located in the Eastern Continent will gradually be united in the same refuge.

They are protected by the most basic order.

There is also a basic standard of living security.

True peace is about to come.

Southern part of East Asia.

Chuhu Province.

Inside a large shelter.

The once bustling residential area is now shrouded in an eerie silence.

Only the occasional footsteps and knocks in the corridors indicated that this was not an abandoned, deserted place.

"Number 203, it's your turn to pay the blood tax today."

"According to regulations, your family of three needs to submit 2.5 liters of blood this time."

Five cult members dressed in black robes embroidered with strange patterns and carrying guns.

He stood outside an apartment building with a cold expression.

The decision of the new ruler of the shelter is announced to the unlucky person who was drawn today.

The male homeowner carefully opened the door a crack.

He peeked outside.

The sight of five people on the other side gave him a vague sense of unease.

Therefore, it is believed that 2.5 liters of blood is somewhat overwhelming.

He still didn't dare to argue.

He simply lowered his head respectfully.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go prepare it right away."

But his compliant attitude.

This did not earn them the cultists' tolerance.

One of the cult members, who was in charge, reached out and pulled hard.

He pulled the door in front of him halfway open.

Then he said it expressionlessly.

"No need, His Holiness the Bishop has given an order."

"To prevent cheating, we will draw blood on your behalf at a ratio of 0.9 liters for men and 0.8 liters for women."

This devastating news almost made the male homeowner's vision go black.

He gritted his teeth, trembling with fear, and tried to beg the other party for leniency.

"Sir, our child is only five years old."

"This amount of blood will kill her."

"Her share should be taken from the two of us adults."

The cultist slightly raised his head.

The madness and indifference in their eyes sent a chill down the man's spine.

And then the next moment.

His words plunged the male homeowner into utter despair.

"Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well take my whole body with me."

"It's perfect material for a human sacrifice."

The male homeowner gritted his teeth and recalled all the things these cultists had done since they appeared.

They realized that there was no room for negotiation.

He immediately steeled his resolve and was about to seize the weapon from the cultists opposite him.

This is his only way out at the moment.

But just after he revealed this idea.

The other cult members who had been watching the area immediately raised their guns and opened fire without hesitation.

The male homeowner was riddled with bullets.

Judging from the cultists' skillful and decisive actions.

This time.

It was clear that their intention was to take the lives of the male homeowner and his family.

They never intended to give them any other options.

She kicked away the lifeless male homeowner at her doorstep.

The leader of the cult members stepped into the room.

In the corner of the room, they found a mother and daughter huddled together, shivering.

More than an hour later.

The first floor of the shelter.

In a vast square that was violently carved out by demolishing numerous surrounding buildings.

Hundreds of cult members escorted young women and children into the square.

in the square.

Three mechanical mills connected to the central blood pool.

They are arranged in a quiet triangular shape and distributed around the perimeter of the square.

It emitted a strong, bloody smell.

The black grime that adhered to the machine mill was easily visible.

These are clearly not the first time they have been used.

Within three days of the cult occupying the refuge.

every day.

There will be more than two thousand people.

They were thrown alive into these three machines, and then the pulverized flesh and blood would flow through the outlet pipes and fill the blood pool in the center of the square.

To be used as a sacrificial offering.

As the mechanical mill began to operate.

Another bloody ritual is about to begin.

Suddenly, a tremor came from deep within the shelter.

Then, with a snap.

All power and lights were cut off.

The entire square was plunged into darkness.

An armed force from outside launched an attack on this large, unnamed shelter.

Chuhu Province.

Chuhu City.

Hundreds of millions of tons of concrete will fill in a canyon located here.

They created a vast refuge that blends seamlessly into the mountains.

Chuhu City, a megacity.

It has a population of 3300 million.

It has stored more than 50 million tons of grain.

It is the most abundant super refuge in the entire Eastern Continent, except for the capital city.

Yet this is a refuge built on a granary.

Its inhabitants.

However, they are generally malnourished.

More than half of the population cannot guarantee even the most basic food rations.

His vital signs hovered between overexertion and sudden death.

And the underlying hunger and poverty naturally led to violence and chaos.

To restore order to the grassroots level of Chuhu City.

It is in a state where a large-scale collapse could occur at any time.

(End of this chapter)