Chapter 637 - The Helpless City (1/2)
Chapter 637: The Helpless City
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Northern Gate, the croas tiny like sand, pushi+ng their way toward the inner walls slowly However, the black tide had already arrived
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of people, death was lingering in every corner, as destruction like that of an apocalypse descended!
In the past, the people standing on the walls would see the city as a flourishi+ng scene of prosperity Even though it was not as colorful and luxurious as Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, the unique ath was so story…
Now, the black store undead The scene of an apocalypse was loos into nothing!
Cries and screams filled the cold air, each full of despair!
The zombies, phantoms, and skeletons cas crumbled, while the sky and clouds lost their usual color!
No one knew the number of people that had failed to reach the inner city safely However, the sight of the crowded inner city, with so h to imply that there were still countless people out there…
The inner city gradually fell silent
No one had the energy or mood to ask around for infor cala!
It was Heaven’s will to destroy the city Once the city was destroyed, it would then lead them into utter destruction!
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The streets were fully croith people Vehicles were no longer allowed to occupy their usual spots The people curled up in the corners, crying tears of despair and hiding their heads between their legs They were clueless whether they should wait patiently for their death, or continue to pray so they could survive the calae croould norer present The majority of the people already had their souls crushed by the cala only empty shells behind
More tears were shed than the raindrops The chill in their hearts was stronger than the cold of winter No one could care less about their personal gain or loss, or if they could stay in spots that were slightly cozier After all, they had no chance of escaping fro devoured by the ocean of undead Perhaps everyone had already fallen into the kingdom of the dead, where hu Xiaohou kept on taking deep breaths and clenching his fists as he weaved through the crowd on the streets full of people
Useless, he was so useless!
He had seen the people of Black Vatican planning so close to the Ancient Capital so much earlier, yet why did he not suspect that they were plotting to invoke such a disaster?
Most importantly, he had already heard that Great Deacon Hu Jin’s voice, yet why could he not remember who the person was!?
If they were able to deal with the Black Vatican earlier, they could have avoided this disaster!