The next day, six in the morning.
The early winter dawn was still dim, and the overcast sky seemed ready to bring down the first snow.
Black columns of smoke rose from many parts of the city. Shops that had been too hastily abandoned to close the previous evening were still brightly lit. Many anti-air weapons had fallen silent and lifeless, with only a few still stubbornly spitting their fury...
Disaster could not crush the people of this land.
People bound by the same blood possessed a cohesion outsiders could never imagine.
In times of danger, countless ordinary people stepped forward, moving against the flow toward blood and fire, joining forces to protect their homeland with flesh and blood.
At this very moment, every brave person was a hero.
The rooftop of a certain high-rise.
Zhen Bei dropped from the sky with a bang.
He struggled to steady his ragged breathing, smashed through a water tank, gulped down water, then drenched himself to cool his entire body. Walking to the edge, he silently watched the once-prosperous city, now ablaze everywhere. Battles against the invaders raged throughout the city, yet even so, they could not stop the defenses from falling step by step. The monsters continued to multiply, seemingly endless.
He snapped off a metal bar from the railing, hurled it like a spear, and pierced straight through a monster that had just climbed over the rooftop edge, sending it plummeting down.
He raised his head and looked at the wormhole that still endlessly dropped monsters down.
Bzzzt~
Static crackled through his earpiece, followed by a familiar voice.
"Zhen Bei, Zhen Bei, can you hear me?"
It was Advisor Hao. Zhen Bei pressed the communicator at his throat.
"I can hear you. How are you?"
"I'm f***ing still alive. Cough, cough—ptui~