Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Suddenly, Lin Yi sensed a powerful force flying towards him. However, he merely raised his eyebrows slightly and made no other movements.
“Hubby—”
A joyful voice rang in Lin Yi's ear, followed by a rush of Fragrant Breeze, as a soft body pressed against his back. A faint sound of sobbing emerged from behind him.
“I’m so tired…”
It wasn't until Ying Sa had composed herself that Lin Yi gently uttered two words. Yet, those two words brought a sense of desolation to Ying Sa, like autumn winds rustling through fallen leaves.
“What’s wrong, hubby?”
Ying Sa wrapped her arms around Lin Yi's sturdy waist, tilting her head to look up at him, her starry eyes still glistening with lingering mist.
“Zhao Pei is dead. He self-destructed…”
In this world, few could truly see the pain that came from Lin Yi's heart, but Ying Sa was naturally someone he could confide in.
“What happened?” Ying Sa paused for a moment before reacting, though she didn’t know the specifics about Zhao Pei. Doubt filled her eyes.
Lin Yi patted Ying Sa's back and briefly recounted the events to her; this woman was worthy of sharing everything with.
Upon hearing this, Ying Sa's face was filled with disbelief, but she quickly asked, “What about Miss Ouyang?”
At the mention of that name, Lin Yi's expression darkened again. The dead were gone for good, but the living had to bear greater responsibilities.
“I’m sorry, hubby. I didn’t mean to…”
Seeing Lin Yi's sorrowful demeanor made Ying Sa feel sad as well. She buried her face in his chest, unable to lift her head to face him.
"Don't worry, let's go back!"
Lin Yi understood. Death was like a light extinguished; it was too late for anything now. Those who were alive still had to live, and they needed to live better. Along the way, Lin Yi learned from Ying Sa's account that he had fought for ten hours. During that time, Ying Sa and the members of the Judgment Division had almost turned the planet upside down in search of him and his companions, but they found no trace.
Someone like Cook was naturally impossible for Ying Sa to find, so he could only busy himself with other matters. After hearing Ying Sa's words, Lin Yi felt a deep pang of sympathy. He could imagine the countless times Ying Sa searched for him, only to be met with disappointment each time. What kind of despair must that have been?
Both of them were extraordinary masters; although they did not exert their full strength, they reached Paris Fortress in an instant. The cleanup work at the fortress was nearly complete, and those people had regained their freedom, though they were still somewhat dazed. Will, being a local, managed to keep things mostly organized despite the chaos.
The Resistance immediately began construction, building numerous shelters for everyone, and order was gradually being restored. The success of this battle had directly connected the coastal areas of the Mediterranean. Humanity's operational territory had suddenly expanded by more than double. Especially with the addition of the Judgment Division, several surrounding Zombie Fortresses were breached.
The Resistance absorbed those who had been rescued, continuously expanding their strength. In just a short time, most of Western Europe had been reclaimed. Of course, many of the newly joined individuals were primarily responsible for maintaining order; sending them into battle would likely just mean providing food for the Zombies.
During the process of constructing new houses, Lin Yi suggested building a Hall of Glory to house the memorials of all those who sacrificed their lives to eliminate Zombies. This idea received overwhelming support from most people. After skilled craftsmen worked on it for ten days, a hundred-meter tall Mo Building rose beside the Arc de Triomphe.
When the Mo Building was completed, Lin Yi took charge of announcing the function of this Hall of Glory. The first batch of memorials for those who had already sacrificed themselves entered the hall.
The memorial ceremony was simple yet solemn; however, not many attended. Most people witnessed this moment through Holographic Screens.
Pachy's wife Huang Huihui and Zhao Pei's wife Ouyang Shasha were present. Even Witerson II's former love interest came as well. Lin Yi looked at them but felt unable to speak; he felt he owed them too much.
After the ceremony concluded, Ouyang Shasha approached Lin Yi with two other women by her side. Lin Yi looked at the three of them and momentarily didn't know what to say.
It was Ouyang Shasha who took the initiative to bow slightly to Lin Yi and said, "Thank you for everything you've done."
"I just wanted to make up for my guilt; I'm sorry for them." Looking at the three women—or rather at the countless individuals who sacrificed themselves to resist invasion—Lin Yi felt a whirlwind of emotions.
"Witerson II was a brave man; it's a pity I didn't notice it while he was alive." The woman who once admired Witerson II wore all black with a white flower pinned to her chest. Her attire was a way to pay tribute to Witerson II in the closest manner possible; it seemed she also wished to make up for some regrets.
"Don't be sad, Sister. Witerson II won't have died in vain." The woman had no acquaintances here, so Ying Sa took the initiative to comfort her.
"Pachy, people in this line of work always die. I was mentally prepared for it when I was with him," Huang Huihui said softly to Lin Yi, her hand resting on her gradually swelling belly.
"I am luckier than both of you sisters; at least I have Pachy's child, which can be my hope for the future," Huang Huihui added, a faint smile gracing her face, making her seem like a breath of fresh air.
No wonder a man like Pachy could quickly fall in love again after being betrayed by his ex-wife; a girl like Huang Huihui must be someone most heroes would want to protect. Lin Yi thought this and felt somewhat relieved. Compared to those who died without leaving anything behind, perhaps they were not the worst off.
"There is still hope; we will achieve ultimate victory!" The hope of humanity largely lies in continuous reproduction. Their Generation has the responsibility to create a peaceful environment for the next Generation.
At that moment, Lin Yi heard Wu Hao's voice in his ear, sounding quite urgent. He immediately excused himself from everyone and prepared to leave. However, surprisingly, Ying Sa, who usually liked to follow him, decided to stay and entertain the three sisters instead of leaving with him.
Given the urgency of the situation, Lin Yi didn't mind going alone. Paris was already in ruins, and most places were now makeshift buildings. In a flash, he arrived at a relatively spacious house, which served as his temporary base.
As soon as he entered, he saw a young man with chestnut hair sitting calmly at a position on the left side. The man's age was hard to determine; he looked young but had deep-set eyes that only someone who had experienced life could possess. However, his appearance was quite ordinary for a person from Western Europe, blending in seamlessly with the crowd.
Yet Lin Yi trusted Wu Hao's judgment and dared not underestimate him. Upon entering, he respectfully asked, "I am Lin Yi from the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps. May I ask who you are?"
"President Lin, we finally meet," the chestnut-haired man replied with a slight smile, giving off a friendly vibe.
Upon hearing this address, Lin Yi was taken aback. Most people did not know his identity; how did this stranger know? Although more people were aware of his title due to the wartime context, it was still unusual for someone to recognize his true identity upon first meeting.
"I am Reck, the head of the current Reck Family!" The chestnut-haired man straightforwardly revealed his identity without pretense.
"War God Reik!" This name resonated loudly in Lin Yi's mind; he knew that this man's combat prowess stood at the pinnacle of this planet!
"Those are just accolades from others; I'm just an ordinary old man," he said modestly.
Lin Yi's lips twitched slightly. The War God looked like a young man in his twenties, yet his words carried an air of age and wisdom that felt quite out of place to Lin Yi.
"I suppose the War God wouldn't come here without a reason. Is there something I can assist you with?" Lin Yi maintained a low posture, but his tone held no hint of flattery.
Reck chuckled, seemingly unfazed. "President Lin, you must blame this old man for not coming to your rescue!"
"Not at all!" Lin Yi had just emerged from the Hall of Glory. Encountering such a powerful figure as Steve, and seeing that none of those so-called strongest humans came to help, which ultimately led to Zhao Pei's self-destruction, left Lin Yi quite angry.
"Brother Cook passing the President's position to you doesn't mean he passed on the responsibility. On the contrary, he took on even more."
At this point, Reck deliberately paused, noticing Lin Yi's lack of reaction. Realizing his attempt had not worked, he continued, "Brother Cook is over three hundred years old. Even though he stands at the pinnacle of this world, he cannot escape death.
This time, he handed the President's position to you as a final gamble. We were preparing to take down the Zombie King together, but unfortunately, even though he hasn't fully evolved yet, he's still beyond my capability.
After a fierce battle that lasted all night, Brother Cook was gravely injured. In the end, we had to split up and break through in different directions to escape the Zombie King's pursuit!
Although the Zombie King remained in his lair, he sent out his two most elite generals—two First Generation Zombies—to hunt us down globally.
One of them was Steve, who came here. I intended to support you at that time, but unfortunately, I was already entangled with one of them. As for Brother Cook, he was likely too injured to be of much help!"
Comment 0 Comment Count