Three more weeks passed in a blink of an eye.

"Tomorrow is the second impact." Rongen stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the busy crowd at the foot of the mountain.

In the end, she did not choose to leave these guys who followed her and also told everyone in Hope City the news of the apostle's second shock.

Hope City, a large camp established by survivors who escaped from New York City a few weeks ago.

However, it is indeed too exaggerated to say that it is a city. Hope City is essentially just a messy gathering place for people, with no tap water, no electricity supply, no communication network, and no formed sewers. In terms of infrastructure, it is even worse than in the countryside.

Modern people who were enjoying convenient and comfortable urban life a month ago instantly dreamed of the ancient times.

Eight words: food, drink, defecation, defecation, food, clothing, housing and transportation, destroyed everyone's beautiful impression of the so-called ancient times, especially some literary and artistic youth who were nostalgic and obsessed with time traveling.

In terms of food and drink, the people in Hope City are quite lucky. There are large farms in the suburbs of New York City. After plundering all these farms, they got enough food to eat for two months.

But just to turn these 700 live cows and 6,000 live pigs into real food, it stumped tens of thousands of people in Hope City.

Many of them are just office workers who work in the city. They go to the market and supermarket to buy some chopped meat. They really make them sharpen their knives and rush toward pigs and cows. This is something that is completely beyond their ability. They can't even figure out what to stab a knife first.

There are only a dozen people who really have experience in slaughtering livestock in the camp, and unlike the slaughterhouse, there is a complete set of auxiliary machines. They can only use native methods to kill pigs, and they can only deal with one or two hours of exhaustion.

There are only a few thousand pigs, but they are limited to the efficiency of killing pigs. As a result, each person can only get a few pieces of meat every day.

In order to forage, more people chose to form a team and re-enter New York City.

After all, this is a megacity city with countless food stores. As long as you can avoid zombies, you will have a high chance of getting food.

If the problem of eating and drinking can be tolerated, the problem of laxa has caused many people to collapse directly.

There are no sewers in the temporary camp, and all personal hygiene problems can only be solved in the wild.

The first two days were fine, and I just found a place outside to do it.

But a few days later, those who wanted to go out found that there were traces left by people in the slightly closer places. Not only was the bunch of flies disgusting, but they were also very smelly. The camp of tens of thousands of people made a feeling of siege of manure.

So the organizers in the camp could only learn the ancient spirit and organize a team of manure collectors, go door to door to collect all kinds of garbage in the camp, and concentrate on dumping it in one place.

"Without the urban system, we are all waste..." Rongen said with her far beyond ordinary eyesight, looking at the person pushing the dung bucket truck underneath and struggling to move forward.

As an extraordinary person who guards the camp, his only task is to kill all the monsters trying to attack the camp. Of course, these chores have nothing to do with her, but this does not affect Rongen's feelings.

No matter how strong she is, she cannot change some facts.

The sewer is gone, and the convenient toilet is gone.

The electricity is gone.

The Internet is gone.

The TV series I have been watching is gone.

There is no supermarket that can be easily bought.

For the first time, she discovered that the life she and her brother were accustomed to in New York City actually needed so many people to maintain.

Once this system collapses, life itself becomes a survival challenge.

"Can you go back to the past?" Rongen asked to his arm behind him.

After nearly a month of fighting, the palm of the spirit that was originally summoned has now become the entire arm.

But it is still a long way from summoning the complete spirit.

"Get the Holy Grail, you will have the power to choose the future once."

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"I don't want the joy of being above and doing whatever I want, nor do I want the despair of falling into the abyss. I just want to live a peaceful life. Why is it so difficult?" Rongen flattened a large rock on the top of the mountain with a palm, venting his dissatisfaction.

To be fair, she really doesn't want to be a savior, but this bastard did not give her a chance to choose.

...

The camp was already ready.

The monsters that hit the second time are much stronger than the first time, which is something they have all been ordered.

"The first wave is the observer, the second wave is the harvester..."

Rongen's spirit itself is a projection of the will of Bai Mo.

"This world is empty." Every time she sees the only ability of this spirit, she feels powerless to complain.

Any attack is invalid for him, and he cannot have any physical impact on the world. He is just a pure spectator.

"The Reaper is a large monster with a burqa covered with a burqa and a body with many sickles and tentacles. Ordinary people need to escape immediately when they encounter it. Abilityists try to avoid close combat with them..."

On the eve of the war, Rongen once again emphasized to those who participated in the war in Hope City.

Many people are puzzled why Rongen knows so many things, such as the second impact, is simply a prophecy.

Fear comes from the unknown and powerlessness.

"Sister, is this also what the spirit told you? It's not something that a ghost has obtained the divination ability."

"Don't ask so much." Rongen rubbed his brother's hair, "Protect yourself tomorrow."

"I am a capable person, don't underestimate me!"

She sighed lightly.

From Bai Mo's mouth, she roughly knew the actual combat ability of the Reaper. She was confident that she could kill the opponent with one and two, and she could tie it.

If it is one-on-three, you can only find a chance to escape.

Although her fists are powerful, they are still hard to match with both fists. Each harvester has more than twenty sickle tentacles, which is very unfavorable for human melee combat.

With the unique treasure of Zero Time Mizi, she has almost cheated on her power. She is already the strongest among the more than 600 treasure holders in the camp, but she has no way to deal with the three-headed harvesters at the same time.

If more than three harvesters appear tomorrow, I'm afraid everyone will end here.

"According to what he said, there will be 1,200 harvesters in the world for the second impact. The water blue star is so big, so it's not so unlucky to meet four or five at the same time..."

Bai Mo also told Rongen about how many enemies would appear in the second impact, but she did not dare to tell the truth to others, so she could only keep this number in her heart.
Chapter completed!