Accompany you to the end of the world

dusk.

The colorful lights of Hongyue City run through the chessboard one by one, converging on a huge red first-quarter moon.

Lang Chen withdrew his gaze from above the first quarter moon, and looked down at the sea of ​​intertwined lights again.

This is an abandoned building in the west of the city, more than 4000 feet high.

The appearance of the dozen or so floors at the bottom is still barely complete, but it has long been occupied by homeless poor wanderers.Further up, there are only a few fragments of walls that are barely supported, and they are crumbling.

According to Lang Chen's speculation, this building should have been built before the catastrophe.

For the world before the cataclysm, such buildings can be seen everywhere, not conspicuous, and their uses are only general.

But now, in this brightly lit Red Moon City, the only thing that echoes the aura of this abandoned building that goes straight into the sky is the First Quarter Moon Building in the city center—obviously, it is the power center of the entire city.

Lang Chen looked down at the lights, but he sighed in his heart.

The world before the cataclysm—this concept, although it has been a long time for her, has never faded, but has been renewed for a long time.

Every second of living in this world taught her to miss the former world, and also imprinted that belief deeply in her heart:

Recreate the world before the catastrophe!

And the people who first entered this world with her also had such beliefs, experienced cruel struggles, won a glimmer of life in such a cold world, and established the former First Quarter Alliance...

"call……"

Lang Chen took a deep breath, the ocean smell in the evening wind disturbed her thoughts.

Those hundreds of years of past flashed through her mind:

People who first entered this world died one after another, and their beliefs were passed down from generation to generation, but they were not as strong as imagined, but they didn't know when they were stolen.

Then, a coup d'état struggle that was more brutal than the laws of nature began, and finally the Red Moon Empire was achieved today.

And Langchen, because of the scruples brought about by his appearance that had not changed for hundreds of years, had already retreated behind the scenes before the coup d'etat began, and instead was able to watch the collapse of the Red Moon Alliance and the rapid expansion of the empire with a cold eye.

boom!

On the distant sea, there was suddenly a mottled and monstrous wave, which was strangely bright under the reflection of the red moon.

Correspondingly, the dark blue sky faded quickly, and the crimson sunset rushed quickly from the place where the sea and sky meet; the frenzied wind landed on the city one step ahead of the waves!

In the lower part of the city, the flashing neon lights turned off at the same time, and the radiant city instantly fell into desolate gloom, only the dots of street lights on the central transportation avenue were still strong.

The weather changes in this world are always so rapid and weird, but fortunately its residents have long been used to—

Lang Chen stood on a high place, listening to the roar of various emergency machines in the distance, and the vague and fragile prayers and curses under various dilapidated and dilapidated houses.

The hurricane blew her black hair and windbreaker flying, and she was like a black flag at a height of four thousand feet.

At this moment, the voice of the broadcast was long overdue:

"Urgent notice, this typhoon No. [-] landed in Yuemang City ahead of schedule..."

The wireless signal was also severely interfered, and there was a loud hissing sound from time to time on the radio.

Lang Chen was silent for a moment, then jumped down into the sky lightly.

This is the west of the city, more than 500 kilometers away from the coast where the typhoon landed, but it was still affected a lot.The ground had accumulated water up to the ankles, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or sea water.

Langchen landed on the abandoned narrow terrace on the second floor, and turned into the room through the window.

The wind was howling outside, and the torrential rain was raging, and the room could not be peaceful either.

The hive-like room was full of voices, children wailing, women weeping, men cursing, believers praying...

Lang Chen walked slowly among these refugees, her straight and modest eyebrows were already knit together——

Not because of those focused on her, or malicious exploration, or boring numbness, or panic peeping, these eyes have no etiquette at all, from head to toe, but

She has long been able to turn a blind eye.

But it was those crying, cursing, and praying, which she had seen and heard no less than ten thousand times in similar scenes at different times, but it still made her angry, but there was nothing she could do.

She walked to the corner, knelt down, and asked in a slightly raised voice:

"what happened?"

A blond woman in her 40s held a noisy baby in her arms, looked at Langchen warily, curled up a little, and pressed against the wall.

The two girls around her who were about four or five years old did the same, they leaned close to her woman, but they were still eyeing Lang Chen secretly.

No one answered Langchen.

Lang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then a timid child's voice sounded behind him:

"Miss Langchen, their mother and daughter are from Atlanta Mining City, and they just came here a few days ago..."

The one who spoke was a ten-year-old girl, with a bit of fear and shyness in her eyes, and she was trying her best to maintain a timid smile on her face by grabbing the hem of the linen clothes.

Lang Chen immediately reacted.

Two days ago, Langchen's keen perception allowed Lang Chen to foresee the Typhoon No. [-] that landed today, so it was she who tried her best to guide them here from the poor areas on the east coast.

Even though she has been changing her name and surname all these years, she acts extremely low-key, trying her best to avoid the attention of the upper echelons of the Red Moon Empire.But after being active in the bottom for a long time, many people in the bottom of Yuemang City have an impression of her.

But Atlanta Mining City is tens of thousands of kilometers away from Yuemang City, the transportation is very inconvenient, and Lang Chen doesn't go often, so the people there don't know her.

Lang Chen smiled slightly, and explained to the mother and daughter:

"My name is Langchen, and I don't mean anything malicious. This child has been crying, can you let me see it?"

The mother was still on guard, with a strong mining accent in her tone, and said in a mournful voice:

"This is my youngest daughter, Su. It was raining yesterday, and I was only focused on bringing the children here... I didn't pay attention to Su, causing her to have a high fever... My Lord, please, protect you poor child……"

As the mother spoke, she couldn't help but choked up, and prayed again and again.

Lang Chen felt uncomfortable watching, and gently put his hand on Su's forehead, and suddenly felt extremely hot.

In such humid weather, most people are wearing wet clothes, and gathering in such a bad environment, there must be not a few people who have a fever, not to mention the terrible infection afterwards.

But in such an era, medicines are scarce and expensive, and they are given priority to the upper nobles and the front line...

Lang Chen glanced at Su again.

The little girl's cheeks were burning red, her hoarse crying gradually subsided, and she fell into a coma again.

Through the hole in the wall, Lang Chen looked through the white rain curtain that connected the sky and the earth, through time and space, and saw an immature face that was also flushed with red cheeks.

That was her little sister from the past, Man Man.

Boom!

Bright lightning cut through the night sky accompanied by thunder, reflecting Lang Chen's eyes as sharp as a wild wolf about to show its minions.

In the blink of an eye, she turned into a black shadow and disappeared in the boundless rainstorm.