The Final Battle! Crazy Rewards!

History repeats itself.

The image of the Tengu Pseudo-God fleeing in panic when faced with the Dongfeng Missile has not yet faded from everyone's mind.

A new "world-famous painting" has been etched into the minds of every wasteland human.

Five R-3 Ballistic Missile, glowing faintly white, soared into the sky!

Like Halley's Comet passing by Earth, the missile's onboard engine trails a long tail fin, looking as dazzling as fireworks.

Countless other gods who were observing the wasteland through "telephone" had already severed their connections and fled in panic at this moment.

The five parties involved have nowhere to escape or avoid.

The ability to tear through space to arrive here is the result of countless preparations and a great deal of time by the Five Great Royal Clans.

But it will be very difficult for them to leave this place on their own!

Without having eliminated a single living being, their speed in tearing through space was pitifully slow, leaving them helpless as missiles hurtled straight towards them from below.

At this moment, the survivors in every corner of the wasteland came to their senses.

They watched the five shooting stars streak across the night sky and quietly closed their eyes.

"I hope that after this battle, I can find a stable place, live with my parents, open a small house, and farm a piece of land."

"I hope I can grow quickly and Su God's Refuge in the future, becoming one of Su God's most capable generals."

"Hopefully, the airport disaster won't be like this again; humanity truly can't afford any more losses."

"Hopefully, after we reach the depths of the ocean, we can quickly find a place to rest and settle down."

"Hope."

Even if this shooting star wasn't a real shooting star.

At this moment, hope has also been given new meaning.

They boldly envisioned their future life after this battle.

They envisioned that humanity could reunite as a unified whole and achieve good order within their lifetimes.

They longed to conquer the world, but even more so, they longed for every morning after they survived.

I long for a gentle breeze, a ladle of water, a wheat field, and a "light" that shines just for me.

I look forward to every day from now on being a brand new chapter for humanity!

And Su God, as a human.

I heard the notification that the airdrop level had reached gold, and the final climax of the Internationale was about to begin.

Standing on the deck, Su Mo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, savoring the exhilarating feeling of a huge weight lifted from his chest! [Captain Su Mo, the missile is expected to hit the enemy in five seconds.]

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Boom! Boom boom boom boom!

A brief silence followed by a deafening explosion. Fireworks burst across the sky, stretching across the wasteland's night sky! Shockwaves rippled outwards, completely dispersing the remaining cumulus clouds.

Success? Staring at the flames in the sky, the survivors in every part of the wasteland stared blankly at the firelight, holding their breath.

The Game Panel had already been opened by them. Based on their previous experience, everyone was both excited and apprehensive! However, before the blank information bar could display any notifications...

On their live stream page, which was still open, a slightly impassioned voice suddenly boomed out:

"It's over!"

"We won!"

Whoosh! As soon as the sound rang out, it was as if some switch had been flipped! The Game Panel prompts started flooding the ears of every surviving human as if they were having a seizure!

[Log]: The Platinum-Level Disaster "Alien God Invasion" has been forcibly eliminated by player "Su Mo". The disaster is complete. [Log]: The intensity of this disaster was too high. The disaster mechanism will enter a shutdown compensation state for the next 30 days. The next disaster will start in 30+x (vote selection) days later.

[Log]: Disaster rewards are being prepared and will be distributed after player "Su Mo" makes their selection. All other players are requested to wait patiently. [Log]: A player has been detected maliciously exploiting a game vulnerability, creating a malicious bug not applicable to the current environment. The game has successfully traced the vulnerability and will implement a fix in the next version update. All players can rest assured that this will not happen again. [Log]: Human players have suffered significant losses due to this vulnerability. The game will provide compensation rewards, which will be distributed after player "Su Mo" makes their selection.

[Record]: Human player "Su Mo" has achieved an impossible feat (codename: Final Battle), upholding the fair and just environment of the game. Human player privilege *1 (180 days) is hereby awarded. [Record]: Over 99% of human players participated in Final Battle during this disaster. This privilege reward has been upgraded and will be determined by human player "Su Mo". Please wait patiently for the reward to be distributed. [Record]: Dear players, due to a loophole in the game's rules, we sincerely apologize for the poor gaming experience caused to all players. The Game Panel will undergo self-maintenance and upgrades in three days, with an update time of fourteen calendar days (the implementation of the Real Survival Version will be automatically delayed). During this period, the Game Panel will be in a standstill state, and all functions (except Storage Space) will be temporarily unavailable. After the update is complete, the game will distribute updated rewards to all players. Please wait patiently!

[Record]: Wishing all players a pleasant gaming experience! Boom! Nine prompts, like heavenly music, resounded in the ears of every human survivor in the wasteland!

Rewards, compensation, privileges, updates! Like a pie falling from the sky, all the survivors didn't cheer loudly at this moment, but instead collapsed helplessly on the deck.

Having learned from the previous experience of killing the Tengu Pseudo-God, everyone knows that this time, humanity is going to win! And so far, there are no other comments in the Disaster Resistance Channel's bullet screen.

All those sprawled on the ground, like broken record machines, tirelessly repeated the same sentence:

Long live Su God!

They looked at the figure in the picture, whose body was not particularly imposing but radiated light, and felt a deep sense of gratitude.

Under their watchful eyes, a figure slowly approached the bow of the ship, raising the Hope Battle Flag high in its hand.

"Fellow countrymen, now is not the time for us to relax. Look at the alien races around you; our mission is not over yet!"

"Now, please stand up and return to your posts on the ship!"

It seems to possess endless magic.

As soon as the two sentences were spoken, more than 90% of the survivors stood up immediately, as if by conditioned reflex.

Even though countless cells in their bodies were screaming: they need rest.

But at this moment, stimulated by both words and rewards, their adrenaline began to surge wildly!

This amazing hormone helped them forget most of their pain, leaving only passion! "Excellent! I see your efforts!"

"All captains, please stand up, stand at the bow of your ships, and grasp your ship's flag."

Clang! Compared to ordinary crew members, the captains' movements were much more synchronized this time.

From the moment each captain on the Tundra stepped out in unison, to the captains marching forward across the wasteland, everyone seemed to have a telepathic connection; their movements were frighteningly synchronized! "Excellent!"

"I can feel that you have grasped it, I can feel that you are loyal to your mission, you have not chosen to back down, your hearts are still pounding!"

"Even though our ships are damaged, and even though countless predatory alien races surround us, now, follow me and shout!"

"Newborn!"

With a deafening boom, without any hesitation, countless captains across the wasteland shouted with all their might.

The next second, to everyone's astonishment, a miracle occurred! A milky white light slowly rose from the surface of the ship, like a mother's hand, and quietly floated over the damaged area.

They boarded large Sailing Battleship.

They disembarked onto a regular small wooden raft.

The white light was like a skilled surgeon, gently performing small "operations" on the hull! The collapsed and broken masts were miraculously bound by the white light at this moment, slowly returning to their original positions, and then growing wildly back to their former appearance! The damaged surface of the hull, like memory metal, gradually healed together, leaving no trace of damage.

Every loss, every trace of bloodshed and sacrifice, is rapidly disappearing! With the shared special abilities of the Hope, the 60% repair rate of the newborn is truly astonishing!

In less than a minute, more than 90% of the ships miraculously returned to their original, intact condition when they first set sail.

The fact that the remaining ships were not restored to brand new condition did not affect their journey on the ocean any further!

All the captains were overjoyed, and all the crew members were ecstatic.

But before they could even react to the changes before their eyes, another piece of background music suddenly blared out during the ongoing disaster relief live stream.

It was none other than the theme song from Pirates of the Caribbean: He's a pirate!

Boom boom boom boom boom... The familiar intro melody begins, and the rousing drumbeats instantly awaken the passion in everyone's heart.

Music knows no borders, from middle-aged people in their fifties to children in their seventeens and eighteens.

Stimulated by this background music, everyone involuntarily clenched their fists and turned their attention back to the screen.

As the captain of the Hope Fleet, which carried 2.6 billion people, Su Mo, standing at the bow of the ship, raised one hand under their watchful eyes! "Now, all ships, heed my command!"

"Lower the anchor!"

With a whoosh, the sailor standing at the bow began to vigorously pull the anchor catcher, and after a tooth-grinding sound, the anchor was successfully retrieved.

"Lower the sails!"

Whoosh!

Sailors on countless ships bypassed their captains and, at Su Mo's command, unfurled the sails of their vessels!

At four o'clock in the morning, the wind direction had begun to change. As soon as the boat was lowered, a whooshing sound filled the air, propelling it forward uncontrollably.

"Every ship, charge towards the point with the largest number of aliens!"

Boom! As Su Mo finished speaking, he looked at the milky white light that echoed between his ship and the Hope in the picture.

Without hesitation, all the captains immediately began pulling on the rudder and shouting "Charge!"

Immediately, a point of white light gathered at the bow of the ship, and within a few seconds, it abruptly transformed into a white protective shield! At this moment, regardless of how fast these ships could previously travel, with the boost from the charge, their speed uniformly reached 35 knots! With the physical energy immunity of a hedgehog, all the alien races that dared to block their way were like fragile bubbles, turning into a shower of blood foam with just a light touch! The charge ended after five minutes.

The cheers of the wasteland began! Wasteland Chronicles, March 9th, 4:18 AM: Humanity turned the page to freedom!