"Humanity's survival wasn't an accident, either. The Virus Mother was not truly alive, yet it possessed powerful instincts—two of them. One was the instinct to destroy, which destroyed the world and destroyed itself. The other was the instinct to survive, the desire to endure."
"When the Virus Mother was born, all life should have been completely extinguished. Yet the instinct it produced allowed survivors to live on."
"However, compared to the instinct to destroy, the instinct to survive was far too weak. And you are a creation of that survival instinct. If not for us, you should have been the last life in this world—the last human."
The black off-road motorcycle raced like the wind. Chu Guang had already put on his helmet, while Bai Luo wore a similar helmet as well as a suit of combat armor.
Chu Guang had exchanged resource points for this combat armor in advance.
Every Expeditionary Army member started with a certain number of resource points, which could be exchanged for all kinds of supplies.
Chu Guang had already made plans, so he did not hesitate to exchange for an extra set of combat armor.
Of course, combat armor was merely its shortened name. Its full designation was Basic Type I Individual Combat Equipment.
Its punching force was fifteen tons, its kicking force twenty-two and a half tons; it could jump 15.3 meters high, 48.7 meters far, and run at one hundred kilometers per hour.
As for the motorcycle beneath him, it was a Basic Type I War Vehicle. It could reach five hundred kilometers per hour and adapt to all kinds of complex terrain—though terrain naturally affected its speed.
Yet in this apocalyptic world, the basic road infrastructure had not suffered much damage. And because the disaster had struck so suddenly, there were