In Londinium, a certain Han Baiyi once had a fierce battle with Tallulah and Da Bo Liu, leaving countless traces of gunfire and smoke on Queen Diana Street.
A petite girl with white hair and red eyes in black stockings was kneeling on the ruins of a building on the street, holding a strange-shaped handle in her hand that looked more like a bottle rack than a magician's staff.
There are more black sticks with a blood bag hanging on the end of the stick.
At this time, the girl's expression was filled with an irresistible intoxication. Her whole body was kneeling in the center of the dusty building ruins, her eyes blurred as she looked at the few dark red blood stains remaining in the ruins.
If it weren't for her rational restraint and the fact that the taste of the blood had changed after it dried, she even doubted that she would have been able to help sticking out her little tongue and licking it.
"Ah...this smell..."
"It's so unbearable."
The girl with red eyes and white hair almost had a trembling voice.
"Warfarin, are you sure you have never tasted this before?"
Standing next to the white-haired girl is a more petite girl with a pair of long donkey ears on top of her head, brown hair, and a green hoodie.
Warfarin, who had long white hair, was still lying next to the blood stains. It wasn't until the donkey-eared girl Amiya pushed her twice that she finally came to her senses. Her face seemed to be normal, but in fact her movements and expressions were full of reluctance and difficulty in standing.
Get up.
"You're kidding! I've even tasted the blood of the Aslan royal family, which has the most mellow blood, but I have never experienced any kind of blood that can make me so intoxicated. This is definitely the blood of a new species! Absolutely! I use my
The little wings swear!"
Warfarin stamped her little feet with an affirmative look on her face.
Amiya frowned.
Fafa Lin even dared to bet on her most precious little wings, the 'Blood Wings', which she wouldn't even allow to unfold in front of ordinary people, so that must be the case.
But what species of blood makes Fafa Lin so obsessed with it?
Chimera?
Amiya thought.
As they stood motionless and thought about it, a slightly childish shout suddenly came from behind the two of them: "Stop! Who are you! This is a martial law area! Now raise your hands, state your name, and state your purpose."
, follow me to the Victoria Police Station to make a record!"
Amiya turned her head, and the donkey ears on her head drooped.
Standing behind the two of them was a Kuranta (horse) girl wearing a Victoria police officer's hat, a ponytail tied behind her head, and holding a two-meter long gun.
Even if the decoration is not obvious, the nondescript Knight Casimir armband on her arm makes it difficult for Amiya to distinguish it for a moment, but judging from the navy blue police uniform she is wearing and the silver leg armor tied to her two calves, the other party is
His identity is fairly easy to identify.
This is a mounted police officer attached to Victoria Londinium Police Station.
Although she didn't ride a horse or a motorcycle.
Warfarin was not surprised at all when she saw the mounted police. The surroundings were so quiet. It was obvious that the ban had already been imposed. However, they were special VIPs from Rhode Island personally invited by the Victoria royal family, and they also had full Londinium passes issued by the royal family.
Ming, of course there is no need to talk to a little policeman.
But while Warfarin was taking out her passport, the card suddenly got stuck in her pocket and she couldn't pull it out for a while.
Amiya's mind was a little slow. She first looked at the other party's clothes, then at the current situation, and then immediately reacted. She raised her two short arms so high that they almost reached the top of her head.
The two long ears stand up.
"My name is Amiya! I am from Rhode Island, I am sixteen years old, and I am a professional magician! We came here accidentally because we didn't know the way. We came to Londinium at the invitation of the Victoria royal family.
Come and lead the team to treat the injured in the infected crisis..."
The lady on the opposite side of the Mounted Police sounded more and more uncomfortable. She lowered the head of the spear in her hand slightly, and then glanced around: "Lost? How did you get lost in this place?"
Amiya pointed to a location on the side of the ruins.
Trooper Grani ran over and took a look, and after searching for a long time, he found a gap in the ruins that was 1.23 meters high, not much bigger than a dog hole, and was barely supported by various collapsed reinforced concrete.
Grani squatted down a little and looked across from the Goudong alley, but it was so winding that he couldn't see the edge at a glance.
The mounted police lady frowned and raised her sun-visor hat slightly:
"Which street did you come in from?"
"It's Victoria Noble Street, we came in from there." Amiya's left ear drooped to her head, as if she had done something wrong, "We originally followed the map to take a shortcut, but we didn't expect that we took the wrong route. Where did we come from?
The alley went all the way around here, but... I couldn't get out."
Grani looked shocked: "Victoria Noble Street? Isn't that the outer ring area? It's more than two kilometers away from here. Where did you go around?"
"right."
Amiya looked weak.
After much back and forth, Grani finally finally believed Amiya's story and was ready to take them to the police station to make a record.
Warfarin looked blankly at Grani and Amiya's questions and answers, and the two Universal Pass cards in her hands fell to the ground with a clatter.
Suddenly I felt a little tired.
The eldest son of their family is too arrogant.
...
Edge of Londinium, illegal mooring.
A straight steel bridge was deeply embedded in the land structure on the edge of Londinium. A large number of infected people who followed the instructions and fled compactly and orderly towards this bridge. Although it was not as large as Londinium, it was equally invisible at a glance.
Mobile urban travel to the edge.
Although the infected people have different appearances and different conditions, the different growth and distribution of Origin Stones make them not even look like the same species.
But at this time, the infected people were all standing at the forced parking area of the bridge and waiting in good order.
A large number of infected people entered this ‘city’ that belongs exclusively to the infected, batch by batch.
There is no discrimination, no exclusion, no difference.
All infected people are brothers and sisters.
We are all equal.
This novel and desirable concept is spreading rapidly among the infected population.
The infected group is constantly being excluded and suppressed, whether in terms of physiology, public opinion, society, or even ordinary life. In the history of many countries, large-scale massacres of infected people have even occurred more than once.
No matter who a person was before, what status and fame he had, as long as he is infected with ore disease, he will inevitably face a precipitous fall, being knocked from heaven to hell.
This life, this feeling, this almost solidified malice.
No one can face it calmly.
Until today.
All the infected people were looking at the figure standing at the back of them, cutting off their rear.
Like a bright and waving flag.
Tallulah.
They don't need to know who she is, what she has done, or why she does all this for everyone.
Just providing an eternal home for these people who are displaced in this living world, just such a simple thing is enough to make them give everything they have with tears in their eyes.
Just like she said.
All infected people are brothers and sisters with a stronger bond than blood.
They support each other.
This is the home of the infected.
Looking up and looking at the huge mobile city, every infected person couldn't help but begin to fantasize about the future.
This will be a new beginning for their lives.
However, I don't know if they have discovered it.
Compared with when they came out of the quarantine area for infected people, there seemed to be far fewer people entering the city.
Many, many.
Tallulah stood at the back of the crowd, but did not look at the dense crowd that was about to board the mobile city. Instead, she looked at the far distance of Londinium with her dark red eyes, looking at something unknown.
A picture kept flashing through my mind.
There are huge and closed quarantine areas for infected people, there are fierce battles between police and infected people, there are avenues and blocks destroyed by those abandoned infected people, and there are also miserable scenes of Dabo Liu being knocked down with one move.
Finally, the scene stopped at the moment when the man was holding a jade-colored dagger with blood dripping from his hand, watching her leave from a distance.
There is only him in the picture.
He raised his hand, and found that the palm of his hand was the same as Han Baiyi's at that time. It was torn by the handle of the knife, the wooden thorn was deeply embedded, and it was a bloody palm.
Tallulah still maintained her gazing posture, just like when the man watched her leave from a distance, she took a deep breath and said silently in her heart.