Fort Of Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

Mortals can never step into the Falling Mountains not only because of it's location, but due to the fact that this mountain is filled with Zeon, a pristine gas which when inhaled by mortals, crystalizes the body until it turns to glass which then becomes a part of this wondrous mountain. Deep within the Falling Mountains, resides a tiny city by the name of witchers residence. The gods regard this city as the gate way to Oblivion. It is built in the middle of the Falling Mountains and on first sight looks like a little floating city, cloaked in the clouds. The Molvadite city glows green in the light, a small city held by nothing but a upside conical rocky pillar, disconnected from the rest of

"Ezra said, ''The goblin lives deep in the cave, Which is great for us before noticing us outside,'' Ezra said, ''4), We will put Aries pillar outside the perimeter of our land then activate it, and we will need some people to help us. There will be two large groups setting up the pillars, Zeze Group will go to the farthest cave from us, and I will go to the closest one on our land. When the setup pillars, then I active the barriers. They will be trap inside the border. When the red moon is cover, and we can communicate with one other using the zag. '5). Then we attack the solder should be able to teleport to the other part of the land and we can kill them, "Ezra said,

Jake shook his head as he scrolled through the messages. This was the real face of the apocalypse—hunger, cold, disease, monsters. Most people were still fighting just to survive another day. Meanwhile, he was sitting in an armored fortress, wondering how to spend his mountain of supplies. Then, a few pinned bounty notices caught his eye. [Gigatron Bounty: Buying all Gene Serums at top prices! Bring us one, and you'll get a spot as Vice-Leader!] [Rose Society Bounty: Recruiting players with awakened "Specializations"! If you've awakened a specialization—Strength, Recon, anything—and you're female, join us! Food guaranteed!]

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

The reinforced steel gate opened slowly. Years of dust and weather groaned through its heavy hinges as sunlight spilled across the concrete courtyard beyond. No one lowered their weapons immediately. Neither side trusted easily anymore. That was what almost three years of the apocalypse had taught everyone. Natasha remained where she was, her heartbeat had finally begun to settle, but her thoughts had not. The image of the Night Hunter being thrown backward replayed over and over inside her mind. It's not as if she touched or fired at it. She hadn't even raised her hand, yet something inside her responded.

My rules were simple. First, absolute obedience. Second, treat the dogs well. Anyone who dared abuse a dog got thrown out to the zombies. In less than a week, the base had already taken shape. Electric fencing went up along the walls. Searchlights were mounted on top. Generators roared day and night, and the whole place stayed brightly lit. We could even take hot showers. In the apocalypse, this place was heaven. That day, I was sitting on top of the wall, eating grapes and brushing Duke’s fur, when Leon came running up to report.

Even if it meant lying, stealing, or selling his soul to the rich bastards in the sky. The day started out like any other in the Ruins—dry heat pressing down from a burnt-orange sky, dust swirling through broken alleyways like restless spirits. Around here, the only job left for the Forgotten was mining Adrium, a post-apocalyptic miracle metal discovered buried deep in the bones of the earth. They said Adrium was stronger than diamond, five times lighter, and impossible to replicate. The walls of the Citadel gleamed with it l; unclimbable, unbreakable. Motion-detection lasers lined every inch, scanning for body heat, movement, hope.The message was clear:

The yoga room and swimming pool were active again, accompanied by a few erotic noises… Night passed. The apocalypse had entered its fifty-fourth day. Ray gazed out the window. As the sun rose, the thick fog began to dissipate, as if guided by an invisible hand.