"How can we possibly pick up those profound skills that we don’t even understand, to research and analyze a cure, to fight this apocalyptic disease?"
Leon remained silent, but suddenly reacted.
"Wait a minute, since you say the respiratory disease indiscriminately kills everyone, then how are you and these people still alive? They don’t seem to show any signs of illness."
There was a mont of contemplation on the other side of the headset, as if organizing thoughts, then the answer ca: "We are the one in a million fortunate ones in the entire world. We endured the agony brought on by the respiratory disease, and our bodies underwent so kind of mutation. We are the only ones immune to the respiratory disease... but our numbers... are simply insufficient to turn the tide."
"... One in a million?"
Leon recalled the population information ntioned by the other party. Doesn’t this an that like the people in front of him who survived the respiratory disease, there are only a few thousand in this world?
He sighed slightly, wondering if the survivors had attempted to reproduce and see if the next generation could continue their immune constitution. But for now, although he sympathized with this world possibly hard by unknown ans from the Spirit Realm Demon, Leon knew that what was more important for him was finding a way for both of them to return ho.
Steeling his mind, he turned to ask: "I roughly understand your situation. Since you helped escape the blood clan’s pursuit, I’ll do my best to help if I can, but I’d like to know, how much do you know about my situation? Why do you understand ’Lorelette Language’? Also, are those vampires the native species of your world? What exactly is the so-called Blood God?"
"Your questions, please allow to answer them one by one...
The ’Lorelette Language’ you ntioned, I have not heard of this na. It is the ancient language used in history during the rituals to communicate with the ancient god ’Suviel’. I mastered this ancient language because of my archaeological work.
As for you and that lady, I must admit, I know very little. I only heard a mysterious voice guiding to find the ssenger sent by it.
If it were in the past, I would have thought I was crazy. But as you can see, after the apocalypse, there are too many existences beyond my comprehension. I’ve started to believe there is so kind of existence guiding in the shadows...
Sir, now I want to know, are you the envoy sent by the ancient god Suviel to save us?"
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... The deep, ink-like sea waves crashed against the reefs, and along the coast, there was no trace of any flying birds. The dead, desolate mudflats reflected the cold dim light.
An armored airship cut through the dark clouds, twisted the vertical wing nozzles, and slowly descended onto a rock platform hidden between the sea cliffs.
The cabin door opened again, and Leon tried not to show his increasingly severe discomfort and weakness in front of the locals. He and Olivia, shouldering a vehicle-mounted machine gun, stepped out of the airship cabin.
The fully enclosed cabin made it impossible for him to discern where these doomsday survivors had taken him and Olivia. According to the elder behind the communicator, this was one of the few small refuges for survivors.
The elder would soon co here to et with him in person.
It was very clear that although the other party had extended a helping hand and expressed respect and goodwill, they hadn’t completely trusted him yet and would not easily let him know where the survivors’ last stronghold was.
This was very wise, just like Leon didn’t completely trust the other party either.
Standing on the open sea cliff rocks, Leon followed the soldiers gesturing for him to follow, walking towards the hidden entrance between jagged mountain rocks.
Before entering the secret passage, he turned his gaze toward the city beneath the cliff.
Rows of uniquely styled tall buildings stretched to the horizon, resembling the skyscrapers on Earth frequently seen in the view.
However, now under these dark clouds, the concrete jungle had long turned into a vast, abandoned dead city.
According to the information from the elder, in the ancient tis of this world, there were myths about the ancient god Suviel, who brought dawn and defeated the Blood God Squash, sealing the Blood God.
And those vampire clans, who died and then revived, were the blood god’s kin. They once ruled this land in the era when the ancient heavens were not yet ford.
Of course, until the respiratory disease apocalypse descended, people had always treated them as nothing more than ancient cultural stories.
But now, those blood clans appearing from the legends are, beyond the respiratory disease, another more direct threat to the survivors.
The blood clans appeared along with the apocalypse, offering another choice to a large group of people tornted by the respiratory disease on the brink of death.
The elder ntioned that at the beginning of the disaster, it was unknown where it started or if the blood clans proactively sought the living, or if the not quite dead living found the blood clans.
So diseased individuals who were not directly killed by the respiratory disease chose to beco one of the vampire monsters to escape death and pain.
The earliest batch mostly consisted of forr high-ranking officials, wealthy people, and even military leaders. Later, a vast number of valuable respiratory disease patients were also transford by the blood clans, who no longer hid in the shadows.
After the respiratory disease had ravaged and slaughtered tens of billions of people, they brazenly appeared on television and radio, calling for the surviving people to embark on the path of transformation, promising to rid them of the respiratory disease’s agony and to offer immortality.
But the elder said that only a very small portion beca true bloodlines, while more beca mindless blood slaves kept as cattle.
Leon didn’t ask how the other party knew this.
After all, from the fact that the other party was aware of his and Olivia’s whereabouts when they first appeared, there must be insiders within the bloodlines still helping the surviving humans.
Such a sensitive issue was not one he needed to delve into recklessly...
Following the surviving soldiers through the passages camouflaged by mountain rocks, Leon and Olivia entered a kind of military facility inside the mountain serving as a refuge.
There were only a few healthy survivors in the refuge. The others looked so frail as if they could collapse at any mont, yet were still persevering with odd jobs, being the respiratory disease patients.
According to the elder, these were already relatively healthy respiratory disease patients. More of the still-living people were just waiting to die, tornted by their illness.
Passing through the corridors filled with suppressed coughing and painful groans, Leon and Olivia were led to the front of a better officer’s dormitory inside.
Seeing the soldier leading them hesitate about whether to find a separate room for Olivia, Leon proactively put his arm around the girl’s shoulder, indicating their relationship, and moved in with Olivia into the sa room.
After closing the door and checking every corner inside for any surveillance, Leon could no longer resist the overwhelming exhaustion and weariness, collapsing onto the bed.
"Leon! What’s wrong?" Olivia exclaid, rushing forward to help her partner remove his armor, fearing he might have been injured in battle.
"It’s nothing, just... too tired," Leon waved his hand, letting his wife remove his armor as he lay on the bed, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
Could I also have contracted so kind of respiratory disease?
"I’ll... sleep for a while..."
... Leon closed his eyes.
He couldn’t even feel how many seconds passed before he fell into sleep.
It felt like he was trapped in an expanse of void darkness, with the suffocation and oppression on his body sowhat alleviated.
After an unknown amount of ti, he suddenly heard a call from below.
...
... Save .
Who is it?
His body seed to be pulled by a force, and Leon suddenly turned back in the void.
The overwhelming sensation of a monuntal presence swept over him.
Nearby were two imnsely large yet relatively differing dazzling crystal bubbles.
The gigantic crystal bubble, its surroundings encircled by violet chasms resembling huge mouths, the flickering eerie glow reminiscent of a sinister, mysterious abyss, enshrouding and engulfing every refracted surface of the crystal bubble.
And the other much smaller crystal bubble appeared to be slowly falling into the violet abyssal sea of the larger crystal bubble, drawn by a multicolored silk string-like band...
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