Chapter 3301 - Untitled

Apologizing to everyone, I didn't intend to write such a long, at most a dozen or so chapters. I just wanted to explain the origin of the flood.

It was not my fault that I was controlled by Yuri.

In the beginning, he wanted to write a pure black story where there were not so many annoying vultures, viruses, and cockroaches. Friends who had read Old Cow's previous novels such as 'Fire Merchants of the Demon Army' and 'Armageddon's Rising Dragon' might still remember that Old Cow had quite liked the moral distortion, the loss of humanity, and the darkness and desperation.

As it turned out, despite his old age, he couldn't stand the complete darkness any longer. Not to mention the bright ending, at the very least, he hoped that there would be a ray of hope. That was why somebody had snuck in.

If you don't want to see a certain someone, if you want a horseless, bah, out-of-water version, please ignore the paragraph where a certain someone appeared. It is the original legend of the Black Wasteland, the origin of the Flood Tide Master.

At first, he wanted to stop there, but many friends in the reviews and comments section said that the origins of the flood were unclear and that there were many things that had not been explained. Thinking about it, it did make sense. Then, he would add two very short bonus chapters. Basically, it was on the scale of one or two chapters. It would be done in one or two days. It would definitely not be delayed.

In addition, this time, he really had to think of a new book every day… No matter how itchy his hands were, if he wanted to smash the keyboard, if he wanted to jump off a building, he would… Uh, hopefully so!

Let's cut the chitchat. Please enjoy the other bonus, revenge.

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BOOM!

Hundreds of rockets that had been modified by the technology of apocalypse and were ten times more powerful than cruise missiles shocked the outer wall of the ancient palace. Dozens of roaring rapid-fire autocannons suddenly went silent and turned into burning scrap iron.

The rhythm of the bombardment was interrupted. A lot of light tanks and armed soldiers of a higher level took the opportunity to march into the palace through the gaps.

As far as one's eyes could see, the entire Saint Petersburg was wreathed in smoke and black fog. The capital city of the Russian Empire, the center of power on the broken Earth today, had turned into a slaughterhouse.

The defenders were as resolute as before. The fanatical soldiers who had been brainwashed, the crazed orcs who looked like tanks made of human flesh that had been genetically modified, the virus snipers who were hiding in the darkness and using special biochemical bullets, the assault vehicles, the mental-control tanks, and the ubiquitous mind-control towers constituted an impenetrable wall.

When the iron tide of the attackers stepped into the palace that had been blessed and cursed, they were either surrounded by countless crazily brainwashed soldiers, torn apart by the Wild Beastmen, swallowed by the biochemical plague, or captured by the mental tanks and the mental towers. Their brains were all blank, and they were turned into members of the defense team.

At first glance, there were more and more defenders, and the more they fought, the braver they became.

However, the attackers had the absolute advantage in numbers. They were marching toward the palace from three directions, and there was a limit to the number of telepathic thoughts that they could control. The scales of victory were slowly tipping toward the attackers, which meant that the defenders were drawing closer and closer to the abyss of destruction.

The light tanks that broke into the palace in the beginning were only meant to consume the mental power of the defenders. When most of the tanks and towers reached the limit of their control, destructive death rays appeared outside of the palace one after another. They swept and savaged everything in their way, refracting, diffracting, and splitting, enveloping the soldiers, tanks, rapid-fire cannons, and towers of the defenders in dazzling death rays.

Not to mention that, following the ominous noises in the sky, the super fortresses that had been boosted by the apocalyptic technology were marching toward the palace unstoppably, albeit slowly.

Everybody knew that everything would be over when the sky fortresses reached the top of the palace!

Almost all the air defense points of the defending side were drowned by the iron tide of the attacking side.

Only a few dozen UFO-like lasers managed to take off to carry out air strikes that they were not good at.

However, countless rocket pilots immediately surged out of the rear of the attacking side and tied up the defending side's lasers, preventing them from getting close to the precious super aerial fortress.

The rocket pilots of the old 'contract' and the super aerial fortress of the old 'alliance' cooperated skillfully and rang the death knell of the defenders side by side.

Deep inside the palace.

A bald old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at everything emotionlessly, gazing at… the gradual collapse of his empire.

The old man had an unsophisticated face, deep eyes, and a rather elegant goatee. He had the aura of a leader, the wisdom of an explorer, and the devotion of a believer. In the eyes of many followers, he was an out-and-out 'god'!

However, at the moment of desperation, even the real gods were about to fall under the bombardment of the will of mankind!

"My lord, my lord!"

One of his senior staff hurried over from the communication room. "Thirteen of the eighteen districts of Saint Petersburg have been occupied. The Western Front has collapsed, too. General Konev has betrayed you and declared that his troops are no longer under the command of the 'Earth Reconstruction Committee' and have surrendered to the so-called 'Earth Council'!

Deep inside the bald old man's eyes, purple veins appeared on his forehead and the back of his hand. The anger and dejection on his face quickly disappeared.

"St. Petersburg has fallen into the hands of the rebels. We cannot hold on for long.

The senior staff did not have the time to observe Li Yao's expression. He continued begging, "It's time to retreat, Chairman. While the air defense troops of Eastern Europe are still in our hands, almost all the troops are ready to make a move. They will be tempted by the rebels at any moment. It will be too late if we don't go now!"

"You mean—"

The bald old man finally burst into fury. Purple brightness blinked in his eyes as he stared at the high-level staff. "Are we going to fail?"

"…No."

The senior staff's face suddenly turned from panic to confusion, from confusion to determination, and finally from determination to frenzy. "Victory belongs to the reconstruction committee. Victory belongs to Yuri Aix!"

He howled like a wild animal.

BOOM!

It was a pity that the explosions in the front were not controlled by the bald old man. The entire palace was greatly shocked.

"My lord!"

Another officer covered in blood retreated from the line of fire, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. "Not good—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already dashed to the front of the bald old man. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, he took out a modified powerful pistol from his bosom and aimed it at the center of the bald old man's eyebrows.

It was a pity that a weird force controlled his every nerve. He did not even have the strength to blink or pull the trigger. He seemed to have been locked in place by invisible shackles.

"Idiot."

The bald old man spoke with contempt, "Even you want to betray me? Even you have the qualifications to betray me?"

"Haha. Hahahaha!

Seeing that the assassination had failed, the officer burst into laughter. "Listen to the noises outside. Yuri Aix, your time has come!"

"Why—why did you betray me?"

The bald old man, Yuri Aix, narrowed his eyes and gnashed his teeth. "It was me who saved the broken Earth. It was me who saved the civilization that was about to be destroyed. It was me who consolidated the forces of the 'Alliance' and the 'Contract' and established the 'Earth Reconstruction Committee' based on the two organizations. It also mended the differences between the Underground Clan and the Radiation Clan and brought a long-lasting peace! I am the savior of the Earth. I am the guardian of the civilization. I am the father and the sun of all mankind! Why did you ungrateful, idiotic bastards dare to betray me?"

"Even now, you are still bragging. Yuri Aix, you are truly disgusting!"

The officer was not scared at all. He burst into laughter and said, "On the surface, you have unified the 'Alliance' and the 'Contract' and established a global unified government. You are the hero and savior of all mankind. But in secret, you have established illegal, evil laboratories such as 'Battalion X'. You conducted bloody, cruel experiments on living creatures and created countless genetic weapons and biochemical weapons. You even extended your evil claws into the noblest heart of mankind, hoping to establish a super mind control device and turn all mankind into your slaves!

"It's a pity, and lucky, that you were so close to success. You were so close. Yuri Aix, your true face has been exposed to the world. All your dirty deeds have been exposed to the world! Your secret base and the super mind control devices have been destroyed by us. An inhuman devil such as yourself is not qualified to be the leader of all mankind at all. Your only ending is to receive the justice of cannonballs, electromagnetism, and death rays!

Pa!

Hardly had the officer finished his sentence when his head exploded.

Yuri Aix snapped his fingers and sent the headless body flying dozens of meters away.

BOOM!

Another earthshaking explosion took place. It was a self-detonating truck that had been developed by the 'alliance' and boosted by the apocalyptic technology. It broke into the area where the defenders were densest and blew up everything within a hundred square meters.

Yuri Aix's eyebrow was shivering, too.

After standing for half a minute with a gloomy face, he finally turned around and walked toward the secret passage behind the palace.

Ten minutes later, a team of fully-armed tanks, protected by a large number of followers, left the palace in a hurry and rushed in the only direction that had not been invaded yet.

Yuri Aix received the latest bad news from all over the world.

The 'Earth Reconstruction Committee', which he had dedicated his life to, had been abolished and replaced by a force named 'Earth Council'.

As for himself, he was found guilty of twenty-three felonies, including 'treason and crimes against mankind', under the accusation of a lot of solid evidence.

'Treason?'

What a joke. The only country on Earth right now was built painstakingly by him. What kind of country was he betraying?

It was not a righteous trial, but an ugly coup, an ungrateful betrayal, and the shameful scheme of a certain schemer who was more ambitious than him!

However, he had not failed yet.

He had secret bases under the ice caps of Oceania, Antarctica, and the North Pole, as well as a lot of loyal followers, including the lunar base that was still being developed. As long as he could escape from St. Petersburg, which was besieged by the rebels, he would win the final victory!

Thinking of this, Yuri Aix opened the secret communication line to the airport.

"Wan Zanghai, what's the status of the airport?"

Yuri Aix said solemnly, "I'm taking off in five minutes!"

"Rest assured, my teacher."

A young and deep voice came from the other side of the communication line. "Everything is ready… Everything."