742: The Feeling of Standing at the Peak

A day later.

Earth Star, Wujing Base City.

Dawn had just begun to break.

On the city highways, heavy trucks carrying supplies drove into the city, delivering materials needed after the war.

The aerial transit rails were still paralyzed.

Not a single Shuttle Car took off during such a time.

The air was filled with the heavy, grief-stricken atmosphere of surviving a catastrophe.

Many families were still on the verge of emotional collapse.

Among the card master soldiers patrolling the streets and maintaining order, some had reddened eyes as they forcibly suppressed their grief, wearing resolute and steadfast expressions.

Many medics, as well as volunteer medical teams formed by universities, went door to door to treat the severely injured.

Some of them had lost their fathers yesterday.

Some had only recently married, yet their newly pregnant wives were already gone.

Some had even been the pillars of their families, but after a day had passed, all that reached their homes was terrible news—their cold corpses lying in funeral homes, awaiting swift cremation.

Wang Wei, Wujing's guardian deity, looked solemnly at the citizens working busily and steadfastly through their grief. Tears welled in his eyes as he said with difficulty, "Our Wujing casualty losses are still the smallest among the 121 cities, but our entire Base City has a population of 4.1321 million.

"More than 500,000 people died on the spot yesterday alone, and over two million were seriously injured.

"This figure is only a rough estimate, yet it is already so crushing.

"All the hospitals are full. Many people cannot get into hospitals and can only wait at home for medical staff to come to them.

"The four funeral homes have been working for more than eighteen hours without stopping. Who knows how many bodies are still lying on the