My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"Just pretend what happened tonight never happened."

“Listen to me in the future, just like what you see now, the treatment is not cheap.

Looking at Xing Yue who was still lying on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, Sumo ordered in a suppressed voice.

But I never thought that he had just finished speaking.

Xing Yue quickly raised her head, with an extremely pious expression on her face: "Master Su, as long as you tell them the identity of the Poseidon Apostle, the entire fish-men tribe will immediately obey your orders. There is no need to hide it like this!"

"No, I mean, I won't reveal it yet."

"If you want to find Poseidon, my current identity must be kept secret." He casually made up a reason and looked at Xing Yue with a cute expression that said I believed him.

Su Mo smiled secretly in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

Regarding the test of the fishmen, the first stage of proof can now be obtained from Xing Yue.

Being able to control each murloc's connection to the power of the ocean is enough to intimidate the entire murloc tribe.

With this, even if you return to the real wasteland, you don't have to worry about your identity being revealed.

And the other side.

"Bao Lei, come in."

The door opened, and Bao Lei walked in with a wary look on his face.

He frowned slightly and looked at Sumo's right hand, somewhat confused.

"County Magistrate Su, this is what you have in your hand"

"Oh, I forgot, you can't see it now." He winked at Xing Yue next to him. The latter understood instantly and quickly took out the scepter to release Hai Mu.

Three clouds of water vapor appeared in the air, and one of them naturally flew in front of Bao Lei's eyes.

"Can you see it now?"

"Ah? Do you have something in your hand?" Bao Lei was still a little confused after having been given a sea eye.

Although he vaguely felt something flowing in Soma's hands.

But this feeling is still like observing the breeze blowing on the other side through thick glass, which is very slight.

"can not see"

Somo threw away the ocean power water ball in his hand and took another one.

After confirming again and again that Bao Lei still couldn't see the water mass even after adding the power of Haimu, he took a deep breath.

"Where are the others? Let others come in and take a look."

"Okay, I'll call someone." Bao Lei touched his head, turned and left.

After a while, more than ten members of the Heavenly Sword Regiment walked in and lined up in the room.

First, Xing Yue releases the power of sea eyes and gives them vision one by one, and then Sumo takes the power of the ocean water mass to ask questions.

"Can any of you see this thing in my hand?"

"Ah? Is there anything?"

"Can't you all see that?"

"What?"

"No"

"Sir, are you joking? You have nothing in your hand?"

"Take a closer look"

"Power! Your Majesty holds the supreme power! No one can stop it!"

"???" Dispersing the power of the ocean flowing in his hands, Sumo resisted complaining about this terrible compliment and waved for everyone except Bao Lei to go ahead.

Sure enough, even if he mastered the first stage of the power of the ocean, he could not give humans a connection with the power of the ocean.

When it was difficult for humans to even see the power of the ocean, the system did not pop up additional options at all.

If you want ordinary people to participate in the research and development of this kind of power, there will definitely be a long way to go in the future.

"However, these studies on the power of the ocean are enough at this stage. Any more will only divert my energy from other things, which is not worth the loss."

"The next thing is more important"

"Go to sea, collect all the ruins information that can be collected, and look for any information that can capture talents in advance. As well as the Adventurer Association, we must find a way to get their terminal production technology!"

After confirming the schedule for the next few months, Sumo took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

He has only been in the ruins for more than three months now, and he feels that everything that happened in the wasteland before is like a distant dream.

If you can come and go at will, and there is no time limit, then you can naturally develop slowly and step by step.

But the fact is that time waits for no one. He will have to leave in more than eight months at most and return to the barren and dilapidated wasteland for another year.

Under such circumstances, even if it is destined to sacrifice something.

Sumo no longer allowed himself to rest.

From now on, just like the big dispute between the deep sea in the White Sand Ruins, he will start to really show his sharpness and completely "squeeze out" all the value of this ruins!

It is September 16th in the eighth year of the last calendar year.

The hot and rainless season finally brought about the most terrifying impact. Violent wildfires began to break out one after another throughout the New World.

After one night, countless fly ash and dust rose up in the breeze, filling most of the sky like passing locusts.

No matter where you are on the mainland, looking from a distance on the ground, there is a sense of doomsday.

Tianyuan Territory, Baoyu County, Tianyuan Port.

In the winding river, a fleet of ships stretching for several miles has been lined up, all of which are Tianyuan navy wearing standard uniforms.

In the middle of the fleet is the largest main ship, the Tianyuan cruiser.

From a distance, its appearance looks like a moving building, constantly being defended by surrounding ships.

There are hundreds of blue and red woven military flags fluttering in the wind.

Stand at the railing of the deck.

Sumo also put on a light blue standard navy uniform, with the triangular Tianyuan Merit Badge symbolizing the commander hanging on his chest, and quietly looked down at the countless people from Baoyu County who came to see him off.

Next to him, Lu Yongyi and Bao Lei stood with a hint of emotion and touch on their faces, looking at the lively scene below in a daze.

"I remember, Mr. Su came to Baoyu County only two months ago, right?"

"To be precise, it's two months and thirteen days, seventy-four days." Bao Lei added the information in time and gave the exact number.

"In seventy-four days, you can do what others can't do in seven hundred and forty days, and still be so loved by the people."

"This method makes me brave and ashamed."

Without any organization, 99% of the people in Baoyu County came here spontaneously, holding homemade flags of thanks.

This scene is really the first time that Tianyuan Territory has developed over the years.

From the rapid changes in Baoyu County, from the smiling faces of these people.

It is enough to see that the entire Baoyu County took less than three months to completely revitalize the previous deadlock and officially boarded a new high-speed development train.

Even calling it a "miracle" is not an exaggeration!

"It's just that we have used thunderous means in the past two days to kill all the murlocs on the ship and repatriate them, leaving no one behind. The murlocs will not be honest and stop, even if we have evidence and really go out. You still have to." Before Lu Yongyi could finish his words, he suddenly glanced to one side of the ground and his expression changed slightly.

The one who discovered it earlier than him was Sumo who had been silent.

"It seems that Mayor Chen and Commander Feng have already taken care of it for us."

On a high platform far away from the people below, Chen Shen and Feng Tianmin were clearly visible.

Behind them, there was a young fishman with a light golden crown, standing with his head bowed respectfully.

His face was very unfamiliar. He was not Yu Chenghuang, the eldest prince of the fish-men clan who was previously rumored to be his successor, nor Yu Chenghui, the second prince who yearned for freedom, nor any of the miscellaneous illegitimate children of the old fish-man king.

But just like this, it also explains the current situation of the fish people from the side.

A strange fish-man inherited the throne.

It is not difficult to imagine that drastic changes must have taken place within the fish people at this time. With the support of the territory, it is clear who will lose and who will win in the future.

I greeted Chen Shen, Feng Tianmin, Feng Long and others from a distance.

Sumo's eyes scanned other places.

After hearing the news, Ai Jianqiang, the dean of the School of Architecture of the Academy of Sciences, arrived as soon as possible. Vice President, Ning Yushu. There are also many researchers who have only met briefly and have not yet become fully acquainted with each other.

Even after becoming the vice president of the Academy of Architecture, Sumo only went to the Academy of Sciences twice.

One time was to give Zhang Bowen an exam, and the other time was to borrow an energy stone battery.

But these people in the Academy of Sciences are still eagerly waiting for his return, waiting for him to once again bring scientific research results comparable to skyscrapers.

the other side.

Huang Xiaojuan, Sun Quan, Zhang Min, Zhang Da, Zhang Bowen, Ge Jian'an, Wan Jingnian, Wang Qian

Chen Kai, Chen Yi, Chen Yun

The friends I made after arriving in the wasteland and my subordinates were also absent. They also gathered together with expectant and worried eyes.

When the eyes of these people collided, Su Mo paused and nodded slightly.

"Let's go, everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged, and everything that needs to be said goodbye has been said in advance."

"This trip to sea will take a long time. We have many tasks to do. It's best to start early!"

"yes!"

As Sumo's deputy and second commander of the fleet, Lu Yongyi nodded immediately, turned and left.

Half an hour later, the entire stagnant fleet began to move slowly.

Amidst deafening cheers, the first ship successfully sailed from Tianyuan Port into the Changlong Xianjiang River.

The "Xianxianjiang" operation that shocked the entire wasteland was officially announced to have begun!

At the same time, the wasteland, which seemed to have suddenly calmed down, once again started a new dispute.

In countless unknown corners, waves of undercurrents that could swallow up everything finally began to surge quietly.

The end of the calendar year is October 1st, eighth year.

The three super territories of Dragon Flag Territory, Golden Eagle, and Northland finally jointly issued a treaty to terminate the non-attack agreement.

The direct factor that prompted this change was mainly because humans underestimated the power of the Crimson Storm series of disasters.

Starting from September 24, when the "sweltering heat" of fifty degrees finally arrived, unstoppable riots began throughout the New World.

Those unquenchable wildfires began to grow out of control, gradually engulfing the living area far away from large water sources.

Those wells that are drying up day by day are also a constant reminder to humans that they must make a decision as soon as possible.

Taking into account the subsequent severe drop in air humidity.

When everyone is short of water, facing this harsh situation, there is naturally only one option left.

migration.

Migrate like animals!

More and more ordinary people began to leave their territories with necessary items and head to places near water sources.

More and more territories began to have fierce friction with each other, so that old territories disappeared and new territories appeared every day.

Under such circumstances, the non-attack treaty has actually become a dead letter.

In the face of survival, no one would choose to abide by it. The three major territories also happened to be launched by the slope of the donkey, in order to minimize human casualties and prepare for future integration.

However, no one expected that it was this seemingly "following the trend" behavior.

In just one week, the disputes across the New World were completely pushed to the other extreme.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

The red storm representing "death" advances day by day, and the number of human survivors is reaching new lows every day.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed in the New World.

From September to December, with the end of the series of disasters, the wasteland has officially entered the coldest winter from the hottest autumn in history.

On the south bank of the New World, in the third-to-last section of the Changlong Xianjiang River, is the Fu'an United Territory.

Along the spacious and magnificent Longlin River, tens of thousands of refugees have formed a scattered refugee camp here.

They migrated and fled all the way.

Because of the arrival of the cold winter, we finally settled down here and rested temporarily, waiting for the judgment of the next disaster and the arrival of spring.

In the camp, you can see colorful simple tents and mud houses covered with bricks and stones.

On the tent side, there was no trace of plant growth in the cracked earth, and coughs were everywhere.

On both sides of the twisted camp path, you can see black coffins placed everywhere, and green scavenging birds flying over them.

They just lie on the coffin, not afraid of the humans dragging their bodies along these paths and forcing them away to make a living.

After all, the sour and poisonous meat quality naturally determines that they can never become food.

On the earthen house side, you can faintly see yellowish weeds growing among the stone bricks on the ground, and there are traces of black charcoal scribbles everywhere on the walls.

Compared with the opposite side, the path here is obviously much cleaner and neater, and there are almost no coffins placed on the roadside.

At the same time, although the pedestrians here are also in a hurry, from their clothes and mental outlook, they can vaguely find that this place and the opposite world are simply two different worlds.

Looking towards the middle, there is indeed a wall about eight meters high between the two, perfectly dividing it.

One side represents waiting for rebirth, and the other side represents waiting for death.

Wow!

Suddenly, several scavenging birds were frightened away from a place in the tent camp.

More than a dozen half-year-old children wearing shabby rattan clothes and rattan pants emerged from a path.

Compared with the strong children in Tianyuan territory, most of these children's bodies are pitifully thin.

Whether it is their skinny arms and legs, their yellowish and white complexions, or their chapped lip skin, they all make them look like they are in their teens when they are fifteen or sixteen years old.

Only the figure in the leather jacket looked slightly stronger, with scars all over his exposed skin.

"Hey, brother Xun took people to the river to wait for the boat again today?"

Groups of children ran through several alleys, and most of the adults, who were sick and coughing, greeted them cordially.

Being teased by these people, the boy in leather didn't care and just patted his head innocently.

"Yes, I heard that the Tianyuan Fleet will pass through our river basin soon. If we can exchange some medicines with them by then, we will have hope of surviving this winter!"

"Medicines?" One of the blond, blue-eyed Westerners with a serious cough covered his mouth: "Brother Xun, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."

"Why can't you wait? Don't worry, Uncle Arthur. I will definitely deliver the medicine to you as soon as possible."

Stepping forward to comfort Arthur, Zhou Xun's heart sank when he saw the large amount of blood that coughed out of his hand.

The sequelae caused by the Crimson Storm series of disasters to mankind are obviously no less than those of other series of disasters.

In the process of running, fleeing and fleeing for a long time, most people were infected with serious plagues and suffered from horrific fevers due to the high temperature.

With this kind of fever, those humans who die directly from internal organ failure are better off, as they don't have to suffer the pain of declining and waiting for death.

But these living people have to face constant disappointments in expectation and pain every day.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm going to give it up. I'll give it to you first when I get the medicine."

"Besides, the Tianyuan fleet passes through different places, so it may not necessarily come to our tributary."

With a sad smile, Arthur took out a candy that was broken into four halves from his pocket. He carefully took out a small half of it and handed it to Zhou Xun: "Take it and eat it. This is what Uncle Arthur earned from them yesterday." ".

"" He took the candy blankly and put it in his mouth while the other person looked at him. Zhou Xun's heart became more and more numb.

Looking at Arthur's desolate figure as he left, self-doubt began to arise in his heart.

According to time, the Tianyuan fleet should have arrived at their place long ago, but the reality is

Every day, they can only wait beside the simple pier that has been repaired on the shore.

I can’t see tomorrow, let alone the future.

"Brother Xun, should we wait for the boat at the dock today, dig wild vegetables by the river, or hunt for prey downstream?"

"Of course." Hearing the child next to him ask, Zhou Xun subconsciously wanted to blurt out and go out to wait for the boat.

But thinking of what Arthur just said, he hesitated again.

"Forget it, let's dig today"

Suddenly, before he finished his sentence, a slight vibration came from the entire ground.

The vibration was so slight at first that most people thought they were hallucinating.

But after more than ten seconds, all the scavenging birds that were entrenched in the camp suddenly flew up, almost forming a black cloud.

"what happened?"

Zhou Xun looked at the sky in confusion, trying to find the reason why the birds suddenly started.

But the next second, a distant high-frequency whistle sounded in my ears.

Many people in the entire refugee camp, including Zhou Xun, suddenly froze in surprise, revealing a hint of disbelieving ecstasy.

"What's the noise?" Seeing Zhou Xun's whole body trembling with excitement, several children gathered around him curiously.

Brother Xun is not afraid when he sees the ferocious alien race, what else can make him

"he came!"

"Ah, who's here?"

"You are stupid, it's him, Master Su, the super fleet from Tianyuan Territory is coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xun ran away, fearing that he would fall behind others.

He knew the information he had collected for a long time, but others didn't know it.

This super fleet symbolizes strength and redemption, and it only took three major battles to establish its position in the super fleet.

There is a very strange "Master Su".

He is the supreme master of the entire fleet, the soul of hundreds of ships, and is currently known as the "water butcher" throughout the New World.

But he has a quirk. He doesn't like money, beauty, or rare and exotic treasures.

The only thing that can move him is "news".

As long as it provides information of sufficient value, it can be exchanged for almost anything.

Whether it's supplies, medicine, food, weapons, identity, or the future!

And the news.

Whether it is the same thing or not, only the first person to say it will be useful.

Whoever runs faster now means who holds hope!