Chapter 334: Chapter 326: Insect Race Invasion In the corner of the city wall, a middle-aged man holds a young man in his arms, his face full of youthfulness but faintly bearing traces of the middle-aged man.
Father and son.
In the apocalypse, human tragedy is all too common; which family hasn’t been torn apart? Broken homes, shattered families? And this father and son duo is one of them.
Originally a happy family of three, but under the disaster, his wife, whom he cherished for twenty years, was innocently harmed, leaving only the father and son to rely on each other.
After too many hardships, they finally gained a foothold in Bridge East.
Perhaps to make up for their wife’s death, both father and son awakened, became professionals, and due to their hatred, they joined the main battle faction. They had had enough of hiding and fleeing, they yearned to drive away the strange monsters on this land, previously serving under Feng Zhiyong.
When the gods fight, little pawns like themselves have no choice, after Xu Hongzhuang took power, they changed allegiances, joined the Iron Demon Army, taking on a new identity.
And today, it was their turn to stand guard.
But who could have thought...
They would encounter an insect swarm attack; his son was accidentally targeted by a Corpse Rotting Rhinoceros Beetle, poisoned, resulting in blindness, his life hanging by a thread.
It is the evolved form of the Corpse Decaying Beetle, different from previous ground battles, upon reaching Silver Tier, this insect gained flight capability and can spit strong corrosive poison, once infected, there’s almost no chance of saving it.
A father and son, considered natives of Bridge East, fortunately favored by the heavens, both awakened to become professionals. Although their talents are far from remarkable, they lived a life without material worries in this city.
But now...
The insect swarm’s attack completely altered their lives and their outlook on the future.
"Ugh..."
The young man coughed blood, weakly attempting to speak, but his trachea was already corroded, completely losing this function, only able to utter the sound of sobbing. His body couldn’t withstand any further torment, and just as he finished speaking, a long stream of bloody foam spewed from his mouth, looking extremely tragic.
The father’s eyes filled with tears, looking at the son he raised becoming such, his heart felt like it was crushed, unable to say a word.
The youth originally still showed some features, but as the poison spread, his skin underwent visible rapid transformation.
The young man’s features have been completely corroded, his eyes blind, a part of his nose collapsed, his teeth no longer existed, the whole person resembling a corpse buried for a long time, ordinary terrifying, horrific words could no longer describe his appearance, truly like a decayed corpse buried for several years, giving an unspeakable feeling of horror.
"Don’t move! Don’t move! Hold on! The healer from the city is coming, no matter what, you must hold on!" The middle-aged man’s tears fell like torrential rain on the ground, unceasing, blaming himself for not being able to bear even a little harm for his son, only able to tremble with his hands, kneeling dumbly in front of him.
The middle-aged man was also a retired soldier, from childhood to adulthood, his teaching to his son was that men shed blood, not tears, so being strong was the man’s understanding of strength,
But now...
He couldn’t care about these anymore, his family had all died, in front of him, his son was his only living relative in the world.
"Men don’t easily shed tears," that’s true, but there’s also a saying, "only when the heart is broken," people are not grass or wood. Watching the other continuously worsening, his heart seemed to break.
"Ugh..."
The young man barely uttered a sound, using the last of his strength to grasp and shake his father’s clothes, seemingly trying to convey something but unable to say anything.
"Don’t do this! Don’t move! The healer is coming, just coming!" Watching his son cough up a puddle of black blood, the middle-aged man’s face was panic-stricken. Wanting to pick him up and quickly find the healer, yet knowing the son couldn’t withstand the jostle, possibly dying during his run.
The young man did not listen to his father’s persuasion, only continually tugging at the other’s clothes. His thoughts might have long been chaotic, his consciousness no longer exists, everything he does now relies on instinct, sending out a plea to the one he trusts most.
Faint cries came.
Looking at his son’s torment, a hint of madness flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes, he suddenly raised his hand, intending to lower it, but paused in mid-air.
He looked at the other woodenly, stiffly kneeling down, tears gushing like a spring, heart splitting; from being a father to watching the other grow, he had placed too many hopes and expectations on the young man, especially during the apocalypse, the father and son struggled to survive the hardest times.
"Dad, will this calamity ever end?" Another teammate tragically died, the young man’s spirit depressed, and he looked with lament at the figure covered by white cloth.
"It will, Dad’s still waiting to hold grandchildren, hang in there, it will end." The middle-aged man forced a smile, patting the youth on the shoulder.
Past scenes flashed like a movie quickly in the man’s mind.
"Why is this happening!"
The man let out a sharp wail, as the memories ended, his raised arm suddenly fell.
An Awakened Professional, the man’s strength was enhanced, now the weight of an iron ball slammed onto the extremely weakened youth’s chest, the outcome was expected.
Chest and heart shattered in a fifth of a second, the young man died quickly, without any pain, but the man who ended his own son’s life immediately collapsed.
He knew the other couldn’t live, even if the healer arrived in time to save his life, the body would be completely paralyzed, becoming a living dead. He knew this wasn’t the life his son wanted.
He couldn’t bear to see him subjected to this inhuman torture any longer.
He was crying, not out of weakness, but with immeasurable sadness.
He might not fear bleeding, nor fear death or this futureless apocalypse, but he feared everything he saw before him.
His own son.
Actually died by his own hand?
"Why did it turn out like this?!... Clearly the number of insects has decreased, so why did so many people die?"
"Why!!"
Tears fell drop by drop, and the man, years old, cried like a child whose hopes were shattered.
"Ah!"
The man chose not to add wounds alone, he raised his head and roared in fury. His muscles instantly doubled in size, his breath became extremely astonishing, and even broke through the limits of his body. At this moment, this man who ended his son’s life with his own hands finally burst forth, gazing at the insects not far away and charged down the city walls.
Though this would mean his death too, he was unafraid and only wished for a few more companions to accompany his relatives to the grave in the final moments of his life.