This was a chaotic world.
What were the signs of a chaotic world heading towards a great era?
It was a crack!
After the anger, despair gradually spread because of powerlessness.
It was because there was no one to shoulder this great era, so it began to move towards chaos.
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March 23rd, 6 AM.
The Alliance officials began to release the news. This was a nationwide push.
[Eastern Ability User Alliance Center: An ability user has defected to Western Sea City, the third line of defense. Extremely dangerous. Three Level-3 human elites have been killed. Military ability team has intervened.]
Global Tweet: Satellite detection has discovered the appearance of a B-class bloodline in the alien race. This bloodline is called the nuclear bloodline by humans. It is truly terrifying and unparalleled.
[Western Global Geography: A Level 1 flying talent was killed by an alien race in the US state of Alfred. It is said that he was a King of the alien race, the Steel Slaughterer. Currently, the US Holy Shield Special Ability Headquarters has intervened.]
Global News: With the emergence of multiple Bloodline Class B's, this symbolizes that the eighth line of defense will be opened. The battlefield of the alien races will be opened. The final battlefield of the alien races will be the entire Earth. Humans will only have eight lines of defense left.
There was a lot of international news, and it was just the direction of each news.
Even ordinary people knew that it was no longer safe to stay behind. The number of spies from the alien races had increased.
The number of non-humankind massacres was increasing, and the human special ability army was mostly at the front line of defense, unable to protect them 100% of the time.
Many talented geniuses were killed one after another.
And now, at 6:30 in the morning, many women and children led their troops to call out spontaneously on the streets.
Holding a banner-Protect the Prodigy Ability Users
Many people were shouting that they wanted to protect these embryonic prodigies and let them grow.
Nan Ziying sighed as he watched. His eyes were filled with a complicated light. This was the tragedy of the early stages of this great era. Before they had grown up, it was a tragedy to have amazing talent.
The crowd's discussion grew louder. He went downstairs and walked towards the slaughterhouse.
In the crowd, many people were still shouting.
"Protect the prodigies!"
"Protect the prodigies!"
"Expel the Outsiders!"
Boom!
The power of the crowd continued to move forward, but soon, the crowd began to disperse because there were coffins in front of them.，
This time, there were even more.
The 8th defense line had not officially started fighting, but the vanguards had begun to fall in batches.
Most of them were ability users. The red coffin was carried by the soldiers. The solemn and tragic atmosphere made the crowd retreat. Everyone began to cry as they carried the coffin.
Those people were very pitiful, because they were helpless against the alien races. Because they could only cry and cry.
At the same time, a new batch of transport trucks had begun in the crowd. They were still young ability users. Their facial features were young, and there was a hint of confusion and excitement in their eyes. Those talented young people had already begun to join the battlefield and grow up in blood before they had even grown up.
Whoosh.
Exhaling, an extreme heartache suddenly struck.
Nan Ziying felt his eyes warm up again, and the sadness of his own bloodline spread. He knew that on the battlefield of the ten thousand races, the ancient geniuses of the alien races would not give them a chance to grow.
However, he had to admit,
In the current era, young ability users in the mainland did not have any opportunities to develop. All they faced was being killed or growing slowly. The great era did not give them any opportunities.
There were a total of ten transport trucks, and they were all amazingly talented children.
Many of the children's families were crying and waving their hands.
"You must come back alive, Xiao Qiong.”
"Come back alive. You're the only one at home.”
"Kill a few more Outsiders and then come back. I, your father, am going to call back the veterans.”
Many of the family members of the Chosen were crying, and their eyes were filled with grief and sorrow as they looked on. Deep in their eyes was a sense of reluctance to part with them. They knew that these people would never come back.
Never, never again.
The last scene.
Nan Ziying looked at him. He seemed to be different. Among the bustling crowd of old people, young children, women, children, old women, and girls, he was the only tall, healthy, and handsome young man.
It was quite sad.
However, Nan Ziying was expressionless. He only looked forward with a piercing gaze.
He only held on to this belief. If the universe collapsed, if the era was reversed, he would carry the flag!
It had always been difficult for those who ruled over the ages.
After leaving the crowd filled with sorrow, he walked towards the slaughterhouse. Many female volunteers had gone to send him off, leaving only Elder Sun sighing and watching.
"What kind of world is this!"
"The prodigy was killed before he could grow!”
"They didn't even give us the right to resist."
"How do we resist?"
Elder Sun was alone, his back swaying in the wind. He looked up and looked at the blood-red sea of clouds with his blurry eyes.
First level,
Heavy and heavy,
Countless, he felt extreme pressure.
Nan Ziying didn't say anything. He just silently walked into the slaughterhouse.
Someone sighed.
Some are dying,
Someone was sending him off.
Someone was using killing to prove his Dao and only wanted to end everything.
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