Dark Blood Age

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Central United States, Missouri.

The flood washed down a riverside town with all kinds of garbage, cars, furniture floating on the water, like soap bubbles in a bathtub, ups and downs, followed by waves and waves, and the white eye could not see the end.

The storm is still pouring down the basin to whip the earth, like the sky broke a big hole, the fierce wind raging, whimpering, lifting a foggy rain curtain, blowing down the trees submerged in the water beside the road, snapping, breaking leaf stalks, with the rotten smell of dirt and floating corpses, blowing away vigorously, revealing a grim and miserable sight.

In a raging flood, an old Hispanic woman with white hair and golden silk glasses, with a string of golden necklaces around her neck, sat in a deep, white mouth round wooden bathtub, her eyes gazing at the ocean behind her, helplessly and helplessly following the flood to the distance.

Along the way, someone stood on the top of the bus to call for help, someone climbed on the heavily swayed tree to beg her to take herself away, and someone stood on the high roof to wave at her, but she didn't dare to stop or approach. In the morning, she was kind enough to try to rescue a couple with children, because the bathtub could not last four people, in order to survive, the man almost took the bathtub, if it hadn't just come to a flood peak, and suddenly swept her away along with the bathtub, now I'm afraid she had been driven out of the bathtub and drowned.

When she saw the people who were calling for help, she had a long heart, even if compassion was intolerable, as if she had not seen it. In a few moments, more and more people were being trapped, and she gradually became numb.

Federally rescued personnel could never see a shadow, except for a rain-fed helicopter at noon, and until now no one had remembered them, the poor people who struggled in the floods, as if they had been forgotten by the whole world.

The old woman had a radio in her hand, the kind she could grab with one hand, wrapped in a raincoat, scouring water from the bathtub to the outside, listening carefully to the news with her headphones.

She doesn't expect any more rescuers. The radio says there are floods all over the Federation, floods are soaking in, big cities don't have time to rescue, where are their remote towns?

She hoped to hear from the radio about the local refugee shelter, the heavy rains had continued unabated, the lack of food and medicine, the old woman was well aware that she might not last two days due to her age and weakness, and she had to find the nearest refugee shelter for help.

To the west of the town, there is a small hill with a relatively high terrain, and the old woman did not receive information about the shelter, hoping to take a chance there.

Wet all over her, hungry in her belly, she used to imagine the bread, ham sausage and warm fireplace in the shelter to encourage herself, persevere, maybe, soon to arrive.

Occasionally floating through the bloated corpses of humans and small animals in cloudy floods made her sick for a while, but nothing but yellow water could spit out, but she still had to keep searching, staring carefully at the surface of the water, an hour ago, a bag of swollen food from afar saved her from starvation until she was dying for her stomach.

She'll have to find new food again, preferably medicines, old stomach problems, and if she can't find any more of these, it's going to be very hard tonight.

God is walking away from her, and the shadow of death is behind her.

In the evening, along the terrain, on the edge of the shunted and weakened floods, she saw a bloody massacre. Dozens of young people like western cowboys rode tall and strong horses, involved in the rain and brutally pursued more than a dozen men and women who had lost their control.

The horses swept over the body, the sharp iron sword cut off the head, trampled the body, continued to hunt for those further ahead, the blood water mixed with floating garbage stained the red water, heavy rain, horseshoe pedal water spilled back and forth in the shouting screams of Zhang Huang's men and women.

The old woman was frightened, she buried her head in the deep mouth of the bathtub, trying to make her invisible to the ferocious horseback riding gangsters, from the fresh clothes of the murderer, should be a group of rich people, flood disaster, definitely the gangster boarded the opportunity to see the money horse robbery, although she had nothing of value, she could wear a blinking gold necklace around her neck.

She tore the necklace off, she didn't want to, in case she got to the refuge camp, gold might be able to change things, so she hid it carefully in her clothes, the whole person was in the bathtub, her chest pounding, because the horseshoe outside was getting closer and the screaming was getting clearer, and even a few drops of bloody blood fell on her neck.

She felt that it was God punishing her, punishing her for having a bathtub along the way, but only because of an almost deprived experience that kept her from dying, had she met such a vicious and heinous criminal.

Learn how ostriches bury their heads in the sand, they can only expose their asses to the outside forever, lose the power of hand paddling, the bathtub carries the old woman all the way to the bloody slaughterhouse, but she doesn't know, think it's really far away, the surroundings gradually calmed down, and the horses can't hear the howling sound.

So she raised her head carefully, looked out, raised her eyes and saw a brightly swaying iron sword dripping blood rain mixture in front of her eyes, then turned her head in a hurry, and if the face was dead ashes, sometime she floated among the horse thieves!

A headless floating corpse floats around her, some as the water waves strike the edge of the bathtub, and the gangsters are all wearing masks, back-shot guns, hand-dropped blood and iron swords, and a fiend, even the horses and the ordinary are different, the eyes are red and red, like ghosts in the dark, from hell abandoned by God.

She panicked, her heart beating, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know whether to take out her only valuable gold necklace or not, she looked extremely pale, like a cow or sheep to be slaughtered.

“I'm just a dying old man, nothing, nothing. Leave me alone. I only have this necklace. Take it. Jesus Christ, help me! ”

She kept shaking and shaking easily in the cold storm, combined with a huge panic, made her shake even worse.

However, the gangsters seemed to have little interest in ignoring her, lifting the reins, swording into the sheath, waving the whip, trampling the waterflowers, spinning and shouting, one after the other.

One of the gangsters dressed in blue armor looked at her as if she were passing through the bathtub, but did not speak, his riding posture was negligent, but he looked fierce and dignified, so that the old woman could feel a bloody smell, unspeakable fear.

The horse thieves swept away in the West, the old woman held the gold necklace for a long time before realizing that she had escaped a robbery. She wondered why the horse thieves neither killed her nor took her necklace, so she pretended to have the guts to still decide to go to Little Emilis Mountain in the west, only in the highlands there was hope of survival under the flood.

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A wave of flood peaks has just passed, the next bigger wave of flood peaks is about to arrive. Chu Yunsheng, guided by a blood family familiar with the local terrain, took Butni's dry selection of elite, turned the tall modern horse into a war horse, avoided the turbulent depths of water, chased the Stephen family located in the small town of Cammingry to this end along the shallow edge of the water, and was rushing to the small Emilice Mountains to escape the flood camp.

In the past seven days, Chu Yunsheng has destroyed six blood clans, had two shoot-outs with the Bureau of Investigation, had a fire with special forces, injured 16 people, died 5 people, and the rest of the blood clan, under the cultivation methods provided by him, strengthened the source of life, strengthened speed and strength, to fight and cultivate war, to cultivate war. Although it has not yet reached the elite fighting power he expected, it has gradually formed a force that is like wind and lightning.

The war horses were adopted from Butni et al. in the first stronghold in the east. With Chu Yunsheng's method of life, in conjunction with the blood invasion assimilation ability already existing in the blood family, at the cost of killing more than 90% of modern horses on the spot, it took a huge amount of resources to survive today's 19 animals, whose power, burst power, load capacity and speed even exceeded the blood, were extremely strong.

Each bloodbath horse corresponds to the life of one of the most powerful blood fighters chosen. By using their own blood, they have a higher degree of acquiescence and a stronger ability to drive. Unlike Chu Yunsheng, they, as traditional European and American nobles, have been trained in riding techniques since they were very young, and are therefore more skilled in riding than Chu Yunsheng.

In the second stronghold of Boutney et al. in central America, heavy armor will be built for 17 other blood riders, in addition to Boutney, and will be joined by Asher, who is in charge of material dispatch, as well as others who are in charge of shipping material security.

The space channel was found open this morning, but it was soon re-closed again, as if fluctuations in energy were generally unstable and the guardian had not appeared, and should be re-impinging on the three-dimensional lock to try to open the channel again.

The great explosion of the space-time trap has not yet arrived, but the crisis has forced us to face it. Continuous and heavy rains have drowned the world in devastating floods. All of us, especially cities and areas with low sea levels, are crying for help, all are waiting for help and all are fleeing to higher altitudes.

Chuyun ascendants also have to head west, the western altitude of the United States is high, and there will be boats at the third position. In case the flood reaches a very serious level, the world is flooded with big water, and the space passage still fails to open steadily, it must be sheltered by luxury cruise ships built by the third stronghold by the river, such as Butni.

They are extremely fast, blood chemical warhorses in shallow waters are flat, wind thunderbolts all the way to the lower Emilis Mountains, the flood peak is behind, in front is another ocean, the only passage between the two peaks, must wait for the flood peak to pass quickly.

At this time, the small hills were overcrowded, and Americans fleeing from nearby towns and cities set up dense and numb camps on the hillsides in a family-based fashion, hoping to await the rescue of the United States Government.

Chu Yunsheng and others came on horseback, causing a riot, hungry Americans with guns in their hands for a few days, not knowing how horrible they were, have been forced by hunger to see the blood warhorse under their chin as hungry food.

Even Chu Yunsheng wore green armor. It is not surprising that in this country where there are frequent costume dances, it does not attract much strangeness and vigilance.

They quickly negotiated and decided to negotiate first in a peaceful manner and, if it did not work, threatened or even robbed by force.

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