Chapter 1328 Different Colors

Every movement was full of strength and determination, without any hesitation or retreat, as if it was a sacred and solemn ceremony, a great ceremony against death and fear.

They knew very well that they were undertaking a crucial task. They had to gather the corpses of the zombies together and wait for their unified burning and destruction.

This is not only a farewell to the deceased, a comfort to those who lost their lives in the ravages of zombies, but also a purification of this devastated land.

Only by completely eliminating these horrific symbols of death can the seeds of hope take root and sprout in this land again, blooming the flowers of life and hope.

At the same time, inside the six-story building.

Many people were sitting or lying down to rest on the spot.

They all had wounds on their bodies to varying degrees, most of which were caused by the mutant zombies' long-range supernatural attacks.

These wounds are of different shapes, as if they are unique marks left by demons.

Some of the wounds were charred black, with the surrounding skin slightly curled and emitting a burnt smell.

It was as if it had been mercilessly burned by the flames of hell. The hideous appearance made people frown at the sight of it.

Some of the wounds were pale, and a hint of coldness spread from the wounds.

It was as if the air around was frozen, as if it had been frostbitten by polar frost, and there was a creepy coldness.

Fortunately, these injuries were not caused by direct contact with zombies, so there is no need to worry about infection.

This is undoubtedly a blessing in disguise.

The blood on most people's wounds had already dried up, and the dark red blood was tightly attached to the dirty clothes, forming irregularly shaped blood scabs.

Those blood scabs were like fragments of broken armor, sticking conspicuously and glaringly to the bodies of the wounded, and each piece seemed to be silently telling a thrilling story.

Some people frown because of pain, and their frown seems to be able to kill a fly.

Their bodies twitched slightly from time to time, and the twitching was like an angry roar coming from deep within the wound, a strong protest from the wound to the body.

With every twitch, an expression of pain spread across his face. That expression was heart-wrenching and made people feel heartbroken, as if they could feel the piercing pain themselves.

However, when they turned their eyes to their companions around them, their eyes were instantly filled with relief at having survived the disaster.

It is a kind of awe for life itself that arises spontaneously after deeply experiencing the fragility of life.

It was also after hovering on the brink of life and death that I felt deep gratitude towards my companions for sticking with me.

In this moment between life and death, they learned to cherish each other's existence even more.

This emotion flows in their eyes, like a candlelight shining in the darkness, warm and firm, allowing them to become a source of strength for each other to keep moving forward in this cruel world.

In the crowd, you can also see several people holding simple medical supplies and bandaging the wounds of the injured.

The white bandages danced lightly in their hands, like white butterflies dancing.

The bandage seemed to be given life in their hands, becoming extremely soft, and every inch of it seemed to be filled with healing power.

They carefully wrapped the bandages around the wounds of the injured, their eyes full of tenderness and care, and their gaze was like the warm spring sunshine, shining on the injured.

When they bandaged the wound, their movements were as gentle as the breeze blowing across the delicate skin, and they whispered soothing words:

"It's okay, the wound will heal soon. You are really brave this time."

The voice was soft and gentle, with a soothing magic.

Like warm spring water, it slowly flows in the hearts of the wounded, dispelling their inner fear and pain, and allowing them to feel the deep warmth and strength among their companions.

After hearing these words, the injured person's originally tense body relaxed slightly, a look of relief appeared in his eyes, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say some words of thanks, but he was so moved that his throat was choked.

It is worth mentioning that there is a group of people whose faces are full of fatigue, but the relaxed expression of surviving the disaster is clearly visible on their faces.

At this moment, they were collecting crystal cores from the mountains of zombie corpses.

Everyone's face was filled with a satisfied smile, and that smile looked particularly dazzling in this bloody and desolate environment.

They moved very cautiously, carefully removing the crystal core from the zombie's head.

After the crystal cores were taken out, they flickered with faint light in their hands. Although the light was dim, there was a mysterious aura lingering in it, as if each crystal core contained an unknown secret.

Their eyes were full of concentration and anticipation. They stared at the crystal cores in their hands intently, and pinched them gently with their fingers.

It looked as if what he held in his hand was not only a crystal core, but also the hope for future survival and the source of strength to keep moving forward in this doomsday world.

On this battlefield where the atmosphere is slightly heavy but full of vitality, the figures of the three little guys, Potato, Gyro and Batian, running and playing happily are particularly eye-catching.

They were like three rays of hope, shining fearlessly on this devastated and devastated battlefield, adding a unique touch of color to this cruel doomsday picture.

Their happiness and vitality formed a sharp contrast with the busy and tired people and the bloody and chaotic scenes around them.

It seems to be announcing to the world that even in the dark end of the world, hope and vitality still exist.

Let’s talk about the two little guys, potato and top, first.

In the previous battle against the zombies, they became the focus of everyone's attention.

They were like tireless little warriors, full of inexhaustible energy, charging left and right in the tide of zombies. Wherever they passed, zombies fell down like fallen leaves swept by a strong wind.

It is no exaggeration to say that nearly fifty percent of the zombies in the corpse tide were eliminated by them, which made everyone in the Hope Base breathe a sigh of relief, and the heavy pressure that was originally on everyone's shoulders was also relieved a lot.

Moreover, during the battle, the strength of Potato and Gyro continued to increase like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground, and they made new breakthroughs.

As for Batian, he stayed in the six-story building and was responsible for defense during the battle.

Compared with the fierce battles between Potato and Gyro in the zombie tide, the number of zombies it faced was not large.

It is like a silent guardian, lying quietly in a corner of the small building, watching the movements around it vigilantly.

Occasionally, when a zombie approaches the small building, it will pounce out as fast as black lightning, and its powerful force will subdue the zombie in an instant.