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Chapter 130 Apostle Activation

The boundaries of Xia Guolan City.

The sky was dark, gloomy, and lifeless.

The original city had collapsed and turned into a large area of ​​ruins. The strong movement of land plates tore a huge gap in the earth. The entire city seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible hands. A dark crack hundreds of meters wide emerged, deep and deep.

Not seeing the bottom is like leading to hell.

Countless people fell into it, and the remaining people stayed away from the cracks and gathered at the gathering point under the command of some practitioners.

This is the area where Camp 5 is located.

Camp No. 5 was once one of the most stable among the 12 large camps across the country. However, at this moment, the original peace had long been broken. The sudden land shock destroyed everything, leaving only tens of millions of people in the entire camp in mourning.

There were countless casualties.

The central command office of Camp 5 was also forced to move outdoors to a temporary tent.

At this moment, a fierce quarrel was taking place inside.

"We must leave! We must leave! This place is no longer peaceful!"

"How to move? Tell me, how to move?"

"The latest rough statistics show that we lost at least 10 million people in the previous disaster. This is still a conservative estimate! A large number of people were injured in each branch! Medicine! The camp needs medication!"

"Medicine? Where can I get it? None! Our pharmacy has long been empty!"

"Where are the healing practitioners? Where are they?"

"Die! Let's all die! Tens of thousands of people are going to starve to death every day anyway, so what does it matter if millions and tens of millions more die? Let's all die! Let's all die!"

People were noisy, and many people had a look of despair on their faces.

In the past few months, they had worked hard to establish Camp 5, but at this time it was destroyed in an instant, and everyone's hard work was in vain. Before the doomsday disaster, their efforts became worthless.

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"That's enough! Shut up, everyone!"

Suddenly, a man's angry voice sounded, and the tent suddenly fell into peace.

The person who made the sound was a man under thirty years old.

He is also the owner of the entire Camp 5.

He was also the "Number 5" among the twelve apostles!

It was with him as the leader that the fifth camp was built. He had the highest prestige here. At this moment, his face was as sinking as water, he stood up and strode out of the tent. He seemed to be angry and disappointed because of the quarrel among his men.

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However, only his most caring subordinates could see that when he walked out of the tent, his steps were vaguely buoyant with despair.

The man walked out of the big tent alone and quickly came to a collapsed building. There was no one around. He stood here alone. From here, he could see countless wailing people in the distance.

It was only then that he, who had always seemed extremely calm in the face of any disaster, suddenly revealed his true emotions.

His body trembled, and his bloodshot eyes showed despair and confusion.

He suddenly plopped down and knelt down among the rubble of the city's ruins.

Tears fell silently.

His trembling hands clenched tightly until his skin turned blue.

He raised his head and cried silently.

Looking at the gloomy and dark sky, he murmured in a suppressed cry:

"What should I do...I can't hold it anymore..."

"I have no choice, what should I do..."

"System... system... please say something! Tell me what to do!"

"Too many people have died, too many. They need to be transferred... but... where can they find shelter in the whole world?"

"I can't save anyone, I can't be a hero, I'm just a waste, I..."

His body was trembling, and the lives and deaths of tens of millions of people weighed him down.

Despair grew in his heart, and while he was confused, he pulled out a psychic weapon from his waist.

It was a dagger with a shimmering black light. He held the dagger behind his back and slowly moved it closer to his heart.

You have to kill yourself.

However, just when he was about to pierce the weapon into his chest, he suddenly heard a wave of exclamation coming from the distance!

"Look! The sky has changed!"

"What is that? Light? Where does the light come from?"

"Image! There is an image in the sky! Who is that? Where is that... place??"

"The land of hope...the roof of the world...the new continent...why are these words echoing in my ears?"

People exclaimed and looked up at the sky.

Look up at the picture in the sky.

The miraculous means displayed by the people in the picture shocked their hearts.

The vibrant new continent transformed from billions of cold soils was in sharp contrast to the disaster-stricken city where they lived, making them extremely yearning and obsessed!

"What?"

Player No. 5, who was about to commit suicide, trembled slightly. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky in confusion.

"brush!"

From nowhere, a thin sheet of holy light flew in, dispelling the gloom and covering the sky in an instant!

There was actually a dynamic picture in the light, showing a scene of a figure in white performing a miracle.

No. 5’s confused and desperate eyes suddenly became clear!

He stared in astonishment at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in white.

He trembled.

At this moment, the scene that happened on that warm afternoon twenty years ago suddenly appeared in his mind again!

The vague figure in my childhood memory instantly overlapped with the white clothes in the sky!

It's him!

He was the one who gave talents to himself and twelve others!

It was the great being who predicted all of this and entrusted the mission of saving the apocalypse to the twelve of them!

Tears welled up in No. 5’s eyes.

Ever since he awakened the system at the age of 18, he remembered that scene from his childhood and his mission.

He thought he would never see the person who changed their lives again in this life.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, in the most desperate moment, that person would appear again!

At the same time, in his mind, the system that had been dormant for a long time seemed to be activated by some kind of power.

"Beep! The call of the main program has been detected, and a mission has been issued, asking the host to lead the people in the camp to the target location in the new continent."

"Clang!"

The dagger in No. 5's hand fell, making a crisp sound. He stood up suddenly, his body straight and straight, and the spiritual energy fluctuations emerged, evaporating the tears on his face.

In just an instant, he once again became the hero supporting the entire camp!

He strode out, returned to the tent at a flying speed, suddenly opened the curtain, looked at the group of shocked men inside, and shouted:

"Call the entire camp to assemble immediately! Prepare to migrate! Target! The roof of the world! Our... new continent!"





But at this moment, the light did not hesitate at all in this city and continued to spread farther away.

"brush!"



A thousand kilometers away from No. 5.

On a broken and shapeless road.

The long migration procession was forced to pause.

This is the large force at Camp 7.

Compared to Camp 5, the location occupied by Camp 7 was not good. The ground and water spread occurred the day before yesterday, and tens of millions of people in the entire camp were forced to relocate.

There were countless casualties along the way, and they struggled to find life in the fragmented land of Xia Kingdom.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a huge green wood-colored ball of light exploded, shaking the entire mountain forest.

The huge fluctuation of spiritual energy was like a huge stone thrown into the pond.

The sound wave swept across the surrounding areas, and some birds and beasts that were close by were literally shocked to death by the sound wave!

Where the Aoki ball of light is, the leader of Camp No. 7, who is also No. 7 among the Twelve Apostles, is covered in blood and covered with wounds.

At this time, those wounds were being repaired quickly under the influence of supernatural powers, but the blood falling downwards could not be stopped.

Opposite him, a mountain peak had been flattened by the previous explosion!

The broken corpse of a ninth-level powerhouse was lying in the center of the explosion point, lifeless! It was beyond recognition!

However, No. 7, who had just tried his best to kill the opponent, was in a very bad situation.

The body is already shaky.

The subordinates in the distance looked here anxiously, with countless pairs of eyes filled with worry!

This is not the first time that a strong cultivator intercepts, kills, and robs, but it is extremely rare for a ninth-grade peak master to take action!

"grown ups?"

Someone shouted tentatively.

No. 7's swaying body suddenly paused, then turned back as if nothing had happened, waved his hand, and said: "Everyone! Keep moving forward!"

When the subordinates heard this, they hesitated to speak, but they could only go down and make arrangements.

Watching the entire team slowly continue to move along the dilapidated road.

No. 7, who had an expressionless face and usually appeared in the public eye with inhuman strength, finally had a look of pain on his face.

It was raining just at this time.

The rain wet his body, and he no longer had the strength to expand the spiritual energy area. So, when the blood was washed away by the rain, his whole body became like faded painted wood, and a blood pool instantly appeared on the ground. He stood in it, silently using

Looking blankly towards the sky.

"Move forward...move forward...but where is the way forward?"

In a daze, he once again thought of that childhood scene and that person deep in his memory.

"Lord...where are you? Can you give me some inspiration?"

There were only swaying raindrops in his empty eyes.

Nothing else.

Until...at a certain moment, the sky seemed to light up.

Then a picture appeared in his field of vision.

"Hallucination?"

No. 7 shook his head and looked again, only to find that the entire camp team had stopped again. Countless people were looking up at the sky, looking at the picture of a new world with bright sunshine and blooming flowers.

"That...that's..."

No. 7's body was shaken, and the blood all over his body scattered, turning into countless flying blood rains.

At the same moment, the same voice sounded in his mind:

"Beep! The call of the main program has been detected, and a mission has been issued, asking the host to lead the people in the camp to the target location in the new continent."

No. 7 was startled, then turned around, summoned up all his energy, and let out a roar that spread throughout the countryside:

"Everyone changes direction! Target! Southwest! New World!"





"brush!"

The white light passed by here and continued moving forward.




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