The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

Mengde stopped wasting words and directly explained his plans and intentions.

The person in charge, Jiang Haibing, and Gao Qiang immediately understood.

They patted their chests and guaranteed it.

Don't worry, we fully support you!

"The people under our command certainly have no objections."

"The only ones who might have objections are some of the people we brought back."

It should be noted that he and Jiang Haibing had gathered quite a few survivors from Donghai City.

Among them are quite a few powerful individuals with special abilities from small bases.

Or perhaps it's the base leader!

I was very resentful when they gathered me together before.

If the red mist hadn't arrived so suddenly, they probably wouldn't have followed them to the Imperial Dragon Base.

Getting them to fight the Crimson Monster together now is probably going to be quite difficult.

It was precisely because Mengde knew of this situation that he made up his mind to "use severe punishments in chaotic times".

He summoned Leng Feng and the others, instructing them to prepare for battle in advance.

Then they sent Gao Qiang and the others to gather all the survivors they had brought back.

Fortunately, there is an open space inside the base.

This open space used to be the parking lot of Yulong Island.

It's huge!

It's big enough to hold tens of thousands of people!

Located in the northeast corner of Yulong Island!
The surrounding high-rise villas cast long shadows in the setting sun, like silent ambush troops.

Meng De stood on high ground, looking down with a cold smile on his lips—this was the stage he had carefully chosen.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows on the asphalt ground.

Mengde stood on the high observation deck, the cigarette between his fingers already on its third burn.

Finally, the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Gao Qiang was the first to appear from around the corner, followed by a surging crowd.

The long, dark procession wound its way along the ring road, stretching as far as the eye could see in the twilight.

Footsteps, coughs, and hushed conversations mingled together, like a storm brewing.

Mengde squinted and said several times.

"one two three"

He gave up when he counted the seventh squad—the number of people far exceeded his expectations.

These survivors, rescued from all over Donghai City, now resembled a restless giant python, coiling restlessly in the center of the parking lot.

It stretches as far as the eye can see!
Leng Feng had appeared behind him without him noticing and whispered.

"It's at least 30% more than expected."

Mengde stubbed out his cigarette, leaving a charred mark on the cement railing.

"No way, everything is under control!"

His gaze swept over the most conspicuous figures in the crowd—those former leaders of small bases, who were now warily surveying the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Especially Mengde on the high-rise building!
They have become a key focus of their attention!
Among the crowd, two people stood out!

One of them is an exceptionally large person!

Meng De's gaze instantly locked onto a figure in the crowd—Brother Biao.

Brother Biao lived up to his name; just standing there, he was like a moving mountain of flesh, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression. He was nearly two meters tall, with a large frame and bulging muscles, as if every piece of flesh contained explosive power.

Even wrapped in a loose black jacket, you could still see those arms that could strangle someone. His neck was almost as wide as his head, with bulging veins, as if it could snap at any moment.

His skin was dark and rough, as if it had been exposed to the sun and wind for many years, and the veins on his neck bulged out like a coiled venomous snake.

His face was the kind of fierce look that you'd remember at first glance—a square jaw, a wide mouth, and a crooked nose, as if it had been broken off with an iron rod and then regrown crookedly.

A hideous scar runs diagonally from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, the flesh rolled up like a centipede crawling on his face. When he smiles, the scar twists and turns, adding to his fierce appearance.

What's most striking is the hideous scar on his face—a slash running diagonally from his left forehead to his right cheek, like a centipede crawling across his face, adding even more menacing aura to his already fierce appearance.

His thick, scarred arm was exposed, with a coiled black dragon tattooed on it. The dragon's eyes were scarlet and lifelike, as if it might take flight from his skin at any moment.

Behind him followed a dozen or so equally fierce-looking men, each with a sinister gaze, carrying either a machete or an iron bar, clearly ruthless characters who had lived by the sword.

He had a buzz cut, with stubble as stiff as steel needles, and several uneven dents on his scalp, it was hard to tell whether they were left by a machete or hit by a steel pipe.

What's most frightening are those eyes—yellowish whites and eerily black pupils. They stare straight at you without flinching or avoiding your gaze, like a butcher weighing a piece of meat and deciding how to cut it.

Gao Qiang lowered his voice and reminded Meng De in his ear:

"Mengde, this is a superhuman under my command, a Star Chart level!"

"His strength...is terrifying!"

"His name is Brother Biao, and the people around him are all his loyal followers."

"Be careful, this guy... is not easy to deal with!"

Meng De narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on Brother Biao for a moment, and a barely perceptible twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

—Indeed, he's a tough nut to crack.

But even the toughest bone has to be chewed down!

He looked up at the sky; it was the hottest time of day.

He stood on the makeshift platform, looking down at the dense crowd below.

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty parking lot:
"Hello, my name is Meng De, and I am the controller of this Imperial Dragon Base!"

His voice, like sandpaper rubbing against metal, echoed between the concrete pillars of the parking lot.

Mengde was just giving a casual introduction.

He didn't care whether these people knew him or not.

Or perhaps you're grateful to him because of what happened yesterday!
What he really needs are these people who must obey his orders!

"You all saw those scarlet zombies in downtown Donghai yesterday!"

"And that eerie red mist is approaching us."

"My idea is that we all must unite!"

"Let's fight together against the red mist and the scarlet zombies!"

"If we don't join forces now, everyone will die when they reach Dragon Island."

"So I decided that everyone should be armed."

"Be ready for battle at all times."

The crowd was in a commotion.

At first, it was just a few muffled murmurs from the corner, like a few sparks falling on a pile of dry grass.

Gradually, the sound spread from one mouth to another, from one ear to another, rising higher and higher, surging faster and faster like a tide.

A strange light shimmered on people's faces, but their eyes shone with an eerie brightness, as if they were flies that had smelled blood.

Whispers clung to the air, weaving a web that captivated everyone's attention.

Some people covered their mouths and laughed, some frowned and shook their heads, and others simply kept moving their lips. (End of this chapter)