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"This is..." The military advisor hesitated.
The chief was at a loss for a moment and could only order the commander-in-chief, "Go, catch a tongue."
After a while, a defender in a relatively stable mental state was brought before the chief.
"What happened?"
The soldier defending the city was none other than the commander who was previously in charge of the defense. The previous ease and composure on his face was no longer visible, and what was left was only a sense of hopelessness and despair that was beyond words.
He glanced at the chief:
"The exiles are here too, haha... whatever."
"What happened?" the chief asked again with a frown.
The commander remained silent.
The military advisor asked again in a stern voice: "What happened?"
The commander then spoke with a bitter smile:
"They are everywhere, everywhere, do you understand? They just disappear outside the city, and then suddenly appear behind each of us, hijacking us, controlling us... They don't kill us, they don't even bother to kill us! That devil, he doesn't care about us at all, in his eyes our resistance is ridiculous! Do you understand? You don't understand at all!"
At the end, the commander looked crazy. He started laughing as he spoke, and then started crying as he laughed.
He pointed into the distance:
"Look, the last line of defense of the City Lord's Mansion is still buried in the ground. People drove straight past it without even a second glance. Do you know how powerless we are?"
He pointed at the artillery on the city gate and said, "And these artillery used to deal with yours, they haven't fired a single shot, and the shells are still in the barrels. They can't be used at all. Facing the crushing force of absolute power, we can't fight back at all!"
The expression that seemed like crying and laughing, coupled with the unclear words, made the exiles shudder, and the fear of the unknown shrouded their hearts.
Whether in terms of equipment or firepower, the defenders of Paradise City crushed them. It seemed that the defenders also possessed the fearless determination that they had previously been proud of.
But they actually gave this unknown enemy an evaluation that they could not fight back.
The chief asked in a deep voice: "Who are they?"
"Infected." The commander said concisely.
"Infected?" The chief, military advisor and others looked puzzled.
If these wild monsters that randomly spawn in the desert could destroy Paradise City, would this city wall still be able to stand for so many years?
Seeing that they didn't believe him, the commander didn't want to explain or prove anything, but just said with relief:
"They have somehow gained intelligence, and there is a person who commands them. They should have taken control of the City Lord's Mansion by now. I know you have always wanted to attack Paradise City. Now I will not stop you, you can give it a try.
But I want to remind you.
Ahead... it's hell..."
Just as the puzzled leader was about to ask for more details, the commander seemed to see something and began to struggle uncontrollably:
“Here they come…They are coming!!”
The confused exiles turned their heads and saw a scene that they would never forget in their entire lives.
A group of people dressed in black, wearing retro weapons, each of them more burly than the strongest warrior among the exiles, wearing full helmets with a more oppressive feeling, walked slowly towards them from Xinsheng Avenue.
Through the visor of the helmet, they could vaguely see the hideous face with green face and fangs.
Exiles living in the desert are all too familiar with this existence.
"Infected?!"
There are nearly a hundred infected people, but their momentum overshadows the thousands of exiles.
Looking back, the city gate was also filled with such people standing silently.
Unlike the walking corpses they were in the wild, they were almost indistinguishable from humans.
Humans were able to deal with the infected because of their remaining instinctive stupidity and clumsiness, but even so, faced with an ant nest that was like a cemetery and was filled with a large number of infected people, all humans could do was run away.
The number of infected people they face now is not only huge, but even their only shortcoming has been made up.
How to deal with it?
I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe it.
The worst thing was that the retreat route was blocked, leaving no chance of escape.
Fortunately, even in such a desperate situation, the leader still had reason and courage, and gave the order:
"Shrink the formation!"
The exiles also reacted and gathered towards the chief, shouting "Protect the chief" to boost morale.
But the strange thing is that the infected people just approached without any intention of fighting.
The leading infected took a step forward, causing all the exiles to retreat nervously.
It extended an invitation to the exiles, or rather the great leader, in a mechanical and emotionless tone:
"I am the commander of the Doraemon Legion, the third legion under the command of the God King. The God King has given me the name of supreme glory - Nobi Nobita. The honorable God King is already waiting for you in the City Lord's Mansion. Please follow me."
Chapter 47: Farewell Gift and Final Arrangements
"In fact, I am the reincarnation of the Arhat who subdues the dragon. I came here specially to help you overcome the calamity. Now that my merits are complete, it is time for me to return to heaven to report."
Jiang Lu sat on the old man's body and explained sadly to Jing Lan, who was crying bitterly.
After resolving the Gate of the Kingdom of God, the real cause of human internal strife through the blessing of the Savior, Jiang Lu had already received the prompt that "the mission is completed and you can leave at any time."
Choosing to go undercover and wander between Paradise and the Exiles would have been irreversible tragedy; not doing so would have meant not being able to obtain enough information in time, and an almost impossible task would have changed the world line because of one sentence: "Build me a plane."
The gate to the kingdom of God had been closed at this time, and Jing Lan had already gotten off Jiang Lu.
Bai Bai had been driven out. There was no one else in the basement except Jiang Lu, Jing Lan, and a few undead infected people waiting to be deployed at any time.
Jing Lan has been blessed by God, and is now covered in holy light. He has become the most knowledgeable and noble person in the entire wasteland.
But in front of Jiang Lu, she is still so willful and clingy.
"I won't listen! You lied to me! You lied to me about being a savior, but I don't want to be a savior! I want to be with you!"
She could have endured the darkness if she had not seen the light.
But now, there's no going back.
"Oh, I have already completed my merits. I can come back anytime."
Jiang Lu pointed at the army commanders standing guard at the door and said, "This is the kingdom I built for you."
"I don't listen to woooooo..."
"Hey, that guy." Jiang Lu waved his hand.
The leader of the First Legion came over obediently, bowed his head, and said humbly: "I am the leader of the First Legion you gave me, Optimus Prime, the leader of the Transformers Legion."
"Who asked you this?" Jiang Lu glared, "Did you bring any tissue? Didn't you see your future queen crying?"
"Oh, wait a minute."
Optimus Prime trotted up the secret passage and soon brought back a pile of colorful handkerchiefs.
"God King, I just robbed it, it's absolutely clean!"
Jiang Lu snatched the handkerchief and wiped Jing Lan's tears while blaming Optimus Prime.
"You have no sense, what's wrong?"
"sorry!"
"Also, I've told you so many times that Paradise City will be ours from now on. We must maintain good relations with the residents and not take advantage of them. You don't take my words seriously, right?"
"I'm sorry." Optimus Prime lowered his head, his face full of regret: "I'll give it back right away!"
After saying that, he snatched the handkerchief from Jiang Lu's hand.
"Eh, no..." Jiang Lu looked at Optimus Prime in confusion and turned and ran away.
Turning back, he saw Jing Lan still dropping the little pearls. Jiang Lu sighed as if nothing had just happened, "Logically we shouldn't be tempted, but for your sake, I still... Alas, I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid being punished when I go back this time."
"Ah?" Jing Lan was anxious: "What should I do? Will I die?"
"I don't think I'll die." Jiang Lu said seriously, "But I may suffer some punishment. But for you, I will endure it."
"This... is all my fault." Jing Lan lowered his head guiltily.
"It's not all your fault." Jiang Lu comforted him, "But I may have fewer opportunities to come back to see you."
"Then can you please not leave..."
"No." Jiang Lu sighed: "Once I bear responsibility, it is tied to my life. I can't give it up no matter what... If I give it up once, there will be a second time and a third time. You don't want me to give up my sense of responsibility for you one day in the future, do you?"
"do not want!"
"Yeah."
"Then...then can you come back to see me more often? I will miss you very much..."
Jiang Lu touched Jing Lan's head, took out a large box and handed it to him, smiling gently: "I asked Jarvis to make this for me. Use it when you miss me."
"What is this?" Jing Lan took the big box puzzled.
Jiang Lu lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with blurry eyes: "My mold."
"Eh? What is that?"
"You'll find out when you open it."
Just when Jing Lan was about to open the box to see what the mold was, the chief came down to the basement under the guidance of Nobita Nobi.
Seeing Jing Lan, he finally felt relieved.
"Lanlan!" The chief cried with joy.
Jing Lan turned around and saw his own brother, and he burst into laughter with joy.
"elder brother!"
Then, the chief noticed the faint holy light around Jing Lan's body.
"Lanlan, why is your painting style different from mine?" The chief glared at Jiang Lu, the man who kidnapped his sister, who was beside Jinglan. "What did you do to her?!"