Fang Yuan is not lying. The top area of the Weeping Vine is at the center of the island. In order to prevent it from being disturbed, he specially made a higher platform for the Weeping Vine and placed it on the entire island.
The highest point of Sky Island.
This is the best part, but Fang Yuan would rather not know this now. The impact of this time has brought about a situation that is a bit too tragic!
Looking around, all the platforms on the entire sky island were either crawling spiders or green creepers, as if they were covered by the two monsters. There were also a small number of zombies wearing helmets, and Xiaobai was wandering around.
The current sky island is not like an island he made, but more like a monster paradise!
Fang Yuan continued to look at his devices, especially the villagers' huts... Huh?
He finally discovered something that made him happy, that is, there were no major omissions in the villagers' breeding project. Many zombies surrounded the outside, but they did not break through the defense line.
As long as nothing happens to the villagers, is it still acceptable? Fang Yuan was very optimistic, thinking that although there were many monsters, if they were cleaned up bit by bit, the empty island would be restored to its original state in a day or two at most!
He took a deep breath, took the materials he had, jumped down and made a house with only one opening on the platform!
This time he is not going to hold back. Now that it has become like this, it is really a bit self-deceiving to consider the integrity of the island. There is no shortage of materials now. As long as there are problems in the few places that are not the key points, the most
It's just a gaping hole, a little less space.
After he drives all the monsters out of the sky island, what kind of things can't be accomplished?
Fang Yuan's eyes lit up when he thought of this. He seemed to remember the device he used to collect the dropped iron puppets. He hadn't dismantled that thing yet. Doesn't it mean that he could... He seemed to be unsure about the future of Sky Island.
, has a rather profound idea.
…
In another world, after the black shadow in the sky left, Robert continued his journey.
Although he didn't know what Fang Yuan was worried about, he also knew that the matter that the other party was so anxious about must be a big event, which meant that it couldn't be delayed!
He took the two bald heads beside him and followed the map all the way north. In this increasingly cold weather, he finally found some traces of human existence.
These traces are very shallow and dull, but you can still see that they are the traces of "people" passing by, not night monsters or wild beasts. Only people can arrange things in such a planned way, pull them away, and then pile the garbage aside.
.
Although it seems that a thin layer of dust has accumulated now, it is also a human experience, isn't it?
Robert was also a little excited, which meant that he might not be far away from finding a new, human place to live!
He quickly took out the radio and prepared to listen to the broadcast.
Again, since he can think of the short-wave communication of the radio, it is impossible for human groups to think of it. They will definitely try their best to recruit possible survivors by appropriate means and update the information at any time. This is the official latest
The method I like to use.
As he started to tune in, the two bald men who had been singing along to the car stereo shut their mouths obediently. They were also survivors of this world and wanted to know whether there were still real human groups in this world.
If so, how wonderful it would be...
While they were still thinking this, they heard Robert open the communication channel. After adjusting it for a long time, a deep female voice spoke:
"This is a joint announcement for survivors on Earth. This is a joint announcement for survivors on Earth. This may be the last announcement. Please listen carefully!"
"From now on, don't drink water that hasn't been boiled and food that hasn't been pasteurized, that's what all non-poisoned people do!"
"Don't stay in the wild or in the water for a long time, and don't come into contact with special animals or diseased night devils!"
"A strange toxin has invaded the entire world. People who are poisoned will not die, but they will be in extreme pain. They will have only a little vitality left and spend their lives in pain and wailing."
"If you can still hear our voices, please don't commit suicide, please don't give up. If we can rely on the weather to avoid the night devil virus, we will definitely be able to unlock this special toxin!"
"Please collect enough food and water, stay in a place with sufficient energy, and take good care of your poisoned relatives and friends. They will not be infected, so please do not abandon them!"
"If we can solve the virus, we will distribute the antidote uniformly!"
"If it doesn't work, this will be the last broadcast of the coalition government of human survivors!"
"Gentlemen, God bless mankind!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people suddenly froze.
If they were just a little worried about the situation here before, now this worry has turned into reality.
There are many things that broadcasts can expose. For example, survivors from various countries are actually very well connected. For example, they have even established a complete system in the north, at least in the past few years of investigation or life research.
There are things that can form a system.
From the perspective of the human race, these systems often mean one thing, that is, civilization!
Civilization originates from a race or culture. As long as nothing happens to them, this principle of civilization will surely be inspired by their actions, and civilization will be lifted out of the wilderness bit by bit.
But anyone who is not stupid can hear the current broadcast. This is a farewell, a farewell to the survivors in the entire wilderness by the survivor government united by mankind!
What kind of despair leads to such a farewell?
Robert no longer hesitated and asked people to move forward. He took out a simple radio and began to try to record his own voice.
Now is a race against time. If someone really believes the news and commits suicide, Fang Yuan will not be able to save him!
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Northern United States, Quebec Province, American Survivor Defense Base.
After the broadcast, the place was already in a mess. Duncan, who was the highest official in the Americas at the time, was the highest-ranking autoimmune among the people present and was just a former governor.
He looked at the scene in front of him with some despair. The guards had long been gone, and only one-tenth of the people in the entire base were able to move. According to scientists' calculations, the only people who could survive in North America were themselves.
immune person.
But the 0.4% chance told him that even if no accident happened to everyone, there might be less than 1.2 million people on this continent who could survive.
But in such a doomsday world, the survival rate may not even be 10%. In other words, even if the Night Stalker is no longer a threat, and there are only less than 30 million people left in the world, how can they survive such endless natural disasters?
, how long to live?
But he still didn't give up and told the secretary beside him: "Protect the children and don't let them come into contact with patients. As for other people...let them go and bask in the sun. This is probably the only thing we can do!"
"Also... don't go to those people's places. They don't care about the patient's life or death... That's all I can do!"
The man beside him nodded slightly and left with heavy steps.
Heaviness is the tone of the entire base. The announcement of this broadcast almost means that they have given up on the vast common front and are just relying on their own strength to survive.
At least one thing is right. If God bless them, maybe there is a chance of survival?
"Sir, we received a communication broadcast from the south!" Although most people have given up, and the people here are lying dejectedly on their chairs, there are always people who stick to their posts. A woman in a green suit is facing Duncan.
said.
Duncan raised his head, "Can you analyze which base it came from? Or should you follow the broadcast and find the person here?"
"I'm not sure. The source of this signal seems to be around our base. He uses a shortwave signal, clear code!" The woman replied. Duncan was slightly startled by this news. This is not their prescribed signal method, more like three
Government communication methods years ago.
"Come in!" he said. This base itself relies on broadcasting and satellite communication, so a very special voice soon rang.
"I am Robert Neville, an Army colonel from New York City among viruses, and a doctor of pathology. I have found a way to transform the KV virus, and I have found a way to solve the new toxin!"
"Please don't give up. You are not the only one who is struggling in this world. The new virus will not kill you, it will only cause pain to the infected, so please protect them! Please hold on, please give me some time!"
"I'm on my way to find you, please hold on a little longer! God blesses mankind, and we are all under the radiance of God!"
"Please believe me, please give me some time, and if you are able to act, please send someone to pick me up!"
"I'm Robert Knieville, and I'm walking on Route 20 in Quebec!"
"I will continue to send this message, please don't give up hope, I can save you! The savior is with us!"
Since Duncan did not perform voice blocking, this broadcast was played directly within the entire base.
Duncan was slightly startled, "Who is Robert Neville? Why does he emphasize his name?"
"Sir, Robert Neville is a medical doctor in the U.S. Army and the most talented virus expert in the world!"
The correspondent on the side immediately said that there are the largest number of autoimmune personnel in this room. They will not moan because of pain and are the real core people. After the virus broke out, a large number of people who survived the cold have moved in.
Isolation ward.
These autoimmune personnel are very tired. They are people who have been confirmed not to be infected, so they are responsible for contacting other organizations, searching for supplies from the outside world, protecting the base from beasts, etc.
But it also makes them all quite excellent, at least they respond quickly!
He quickly prepared the far-reaching report from the vast sea of documents: "Robert Neville, the savior of mankind?"
"It's him!" Duncan recalled. This doctor was famous before the apocalypse. Unexpectedly, three years after the apocalypse, he still had not forgotten his responsibilities and was still working hard to make a vaccine, and even achieved results.
"Wait!" He turned back abruptly, his old face full of disbelief, "He said he could save us, but he also knows about this new virus?"
"Quickly, use all your strength and methods to contact him!"
"Sir, we can't confirm whether this person is real or fake. Do we need to investigate?" asked the secretary, who had just come back from outside.
"We have no time!" Duncan yelled at him, "We have no time at all now, and people here are committing suicide every minute because they can't bear the pain! Do you expect the few thousand people left in our base to pass on human civilization?
"
"How many people do we have? If we are gone, will those guys protect civilization?
"Immediately use all manpower and material resources to find him now!"
"Yes!" After this order was given, the others had nothing to say and disappeared immediately. Only Duncan climbed up from the stool with some dejection and struggled to put himself on the command platform.
"I'm old, but if it weren't for this opportunity, how could I, a state lawyer, be in this position?"
He smiled self-deprecatingly and braced himself, "Put me through the headquarters of the United Government of Human Survivors. I hope to get enough support, whether it's BJ, Moscow, London or Paris. Now, it's us,
Bo’s last chance!”
Even with less than one-tenth of the personnel left, this is the most official organization on the entire American continent. Their action capabilities are of course much higher than Robert's, so on the third day after he made the broadcast
, was already surrounded by groups of armored vehicles!
"Colonel Robert Neville?" The moment he saw this convoy, even Captain Stein, who firmly believed that there could be no living people in New York, opened his eyes in disbelief.
It is unlikely that he would be surprised by the products of modern technology, but what on earth is that purple door with a magical halo on the other party's car?
Robert didn't care about this. He held the phone nervously and typed the word "help". If this group of people came with bad intentions, he would call for help!
Fortunately, they didn't have guns. They were led by Captain Stein and walked to Robert's special modified van.
"I'm Robert!" He stretched out a hand, "Are you the survivor government here?"
"That's right, we are the American Army of the United Government. Please get out of the car and be inspected!" Robert had to get out of the car, looked at the serious-looking captain, and began to check the contents of their car.
He felt a little distressed, "Hey! That's the vaccine for the KV virus, so be careful!"
"Don't touch my trunk, there's a radio station in it!"
"Don't go to the portal, there may be danger outside!"
After his constant prompting, the soldiers finished checking the three of them and released them.
Stan asked curiously, "Why are your two companions bald?"
"They used to be night demons, I rescued them, and now they are my assistants!" As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and the soldiers even raised their guns!
"Let me be clear, they were once night demons, carrying the KV virus?" Stann looked unkind. The two bald men were a little scared, but they also looked at the many gunshots with confusion.
