My Post-Apocalyptic Territory

At such times, whether ordinary people or awakened beings, everyone is the same: panicked and bewildered.

Faced with an endless tide of demonic beasts, the Awakened Ones were in no better shape. They all knew their own limitations; with their strength, they were far from being able to break through the demonic tide.

The scene became chaotic for a moment, but fortunately, the city gate was wide enough and the number of survivors was not large, so they were all quickly inside the city walls.

Someone leaned against the cold city wall, panting heavily, their eyes vacant.

Even with these towering city walls, they had no idea whether they could withstand the attack of the demonic tide.

"And there are flying demonic beasts too! The city walls can't stop them!"

"Even if the city walls can hold them off for a while, the demonic tide is overwhelming. With so few awakened beings here, even if the demonic beasts just stood there being killed, they wouldn't be all gone. How can humans possibly contend with this?"

"It's all over. I thought I could finally live a peaceful life in the shelter, but who would have thought... I should have never come..."

A sense of despair gripped everyone's hearts. Suddenly, some realized that they had not seen Director Tang or other senior officials of the shelter.

Did they escape?

Some people couldn't help but wonder: they might not have the ability to break out, but the shelter's leadership was powerful, especially with a formidable figure like Captain Luo. Breaking out wasn't impossible, was it?

Thinking of this, these people felt even more gloomy, and even began to harbor resentment.

At that moment, someone shouted, "They're still outside!"

Some people peered through the city gate, while others came to the crenellations of the city wall, seeing that the demonic tide outside was approaching the sanctuary. The swarming demonic beasts swept through, and some old historical buildings that had been weakened by the last demonic tide finally collapsed completely under this wave.

However, under these circumstances, Director Tang and the others remained calm and composed, standing in the small square as if they were about to use their tiny flesh and blood to confront the demonic tide that was a thousand times stronger!

How magnificent it is!

The survivors who witnessed this scene felt guilty. They had wronged Director Tang and the others. They were not trying to escape, but rather to stand on the front line and fight against the tide of demonization!

Some people still couldn't understand why Director Tang and the others didn't retreat back to the city wall. Did they know they were no match for the enemy and wanted to die a glorious death?

The survivors looked at Tang Yu with admiration.

The bearded man, escorted by puppets and left outside the city, looked at Tang Yu as if he were looking at a dead man.

Tang Yu's gaze was fixed on the demonic tide.

A dark mass, like a surging tide.

The roars and the rushing sounds... this scene alone was enough to drive most of the survivors to the brink of collapse.

Even awakened beings might struggle to hold their weapons steady in such a situation, let alone fight the demonic beasts and resist the demonic tide.

This is the end times; wherever it goes, shelters are reduced to ruins.

This is what the former green sanctuary used to be like.

With the demonic tide raging, no one can help but feel fear.

but……

No matter what, he did experience a demonic tide and survive, achieving the accomplishment of being a demonic tide survivor.

Facing the demonic tide this time was indeed spectacular, and my heart beat a little faster. However, it wasn't fear, but excitement and joy.

If you were to ask other survivors what the demonic tide represents, they would likely ask them.

Of a hundred people, ninety-nine would think it represents destruction, and the last one would be too scared to say it.

Tang Yu disagreed. How could the demonic tide represent destruction? It clearly represented money!

Even though he is now a big shot with over 10,000 Source Crystals, Source Crystals are more precious than the red banknotes before the apocalypse. No one would complain about having too many Source Crystals, especially a good lord like him who prefers to stay at home.

Tang Yu's mouth was practically watering as he watched the surging demonic beasts approach.

"If we calculate based on a 10% crystal yield..."

Tang Yu counted on his fingers and realized that his math knowledge, which he had already forgotten and forgotten by the PE teacher, was no longer sufficient for the calculations.

"Old Chen, you guys go in first. Yilian, you go back too."

Chen Haiping and the other survivors who had joined the patrol team remained outside.

Perhaps it's because these shelter leaders didn't back down, which is still quite remarkable.

Tang Yu saw that many patrol team members were trembling, but they were gritting their teeth and persevering. Some of them were just ordinary people. In contrast, some awakened individuals took advantage of their speed and were the first to rush into the city.

Indeed, these first batch of patrol team members are worth focusing on developing.

At the city gate, the alloy gate fell down, blocking people's view.

Some of the survivors were crouching in the corner of the wall, shivering, while others climbed the city wall, gazing at the distant demonic tide with tense expressions.

Chen Haiping distributed guns and weapons to the patrol members. These men held their guns and aimed them into the distance, but even with firearms in their hands—a testament to human ingenuity—standing on the high city wall, they still lacked confidence.

Yilian's clothes fluttered, her staff held upright in front of her chest. Her face was as expressionless as the survivors remembered her. But if anyone had a keen eye, they would have noticed that Yilian's gaze was fixed on Tang Yu and never left him.

Tang Yu took a deep breath, looked around, and his calm yet confident voice resounded throughout the venue.

"Our shelter may be small in number and limited in scale, but we are confident and capable of protecting every survivor who abides by the shelter's rules from the mutated beasts!"

After speaking, a familiar list of buildings appeared before Tang Yu's eyes. He used his mind to move the list and arrived at the last page, the page for defensive buildings.

"Building 4 arrow towers consumes a total of 800 source crystals, 1200 wood, 800 stone, and 400 iron."

"To build a cannon, you need 1,000 source crystals, 200 wood, 200 stone, and 500 iron."

Tang Yu stretched out his hands, palms facing upwards, as if he were holding something up.

"rise!!!"

Rumble!

The discarded materials in the small square were pulled over, wood, stone, and iron, and were mixed together by a great force, changing inexplicably.

From the foundation, from the tower body, and then to the top of the tower.

Four tall towers, located on either side of Tang Yu, one to the left and one to the right, seem to have been printed out out of thin air!

The black, seemingly basalt-built tower's outer walls were incredibly thick, with a dark opening protruding from the top, from which chilling arrows could be seen.

This is an arrow tower, the most basic defensive building in Blackburg.

Although they are cheap to build and only look slightly more imposing than ancient arrow towers, their power should not be underestimated.

Every arrow fired from the arrow tower is formed from concentrated energy, solidified, and processed with runes, making it an unparalleled super-rune arrow in terms of both destructive power and penetrating power!

As the arrow tower was being built, an even louder noise came from behind.

A cannon, entirely black with a metallic sheen and a muzzle large enough to fit a basketball, was completed in an instant.

The survivors on the city wall were stunned and speechless.

With a wave of his hand, he created structures that resembled arrow towers and cannons.

Both the speed and scale of the construction made them feel as if they were in a dream!

Like a miracle!

A few survivors who had witnessed the construction of the city walls were completely unfazed. They grabbed the survivors around them, foam flying everywhere, and recounted how magnificent the city walls were when they were built. Compared to them, the mere arrow towers and cannons were nothing.