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Chapter 46 The City of Bliss is Not Bliss
Outside Paradise City, in the desert.

Almost all the exiles came out. The big leader, with thousands of fully armed exiles, planned to cooperate with the Lord of the Oasis inside and outside to break through the defense of Paradise City.

"Brothers, success or failure depends on this. Today we may shed a lot of blood, but after today, our names will definitely be praised!"

The big leader passionately mobilized the soldiers behind him.

Some of them are native-born exiles, and some are former residents of Paradise City who were exiled here for various reasons. They are extremely disappointed with their past homeland and long for change.

They gather here and firmly believe that they will do something great.

"Done!"

"Come all come!"

But just as they were approaching Paradise City, the military advisor noticed something was wrong.

"No, the city gate is wide open and there are no guards on the wall. I'm afraid there is a scam!"

The big leader looked solemn and called the correspondent.

"Still no news?"

The answer was the same as before.

They couldn't contact the Lord of the Oasis an hour ago, and they didn't know what happened, so their eyesight went dark.

"I'll go take a look first." The commander-in-chief recommended himself, and with the approval of the big leader, he led a group of vanguards to the city gate.

They knew that if this was a trap, they would probably never return once they entered the shooting range, but they still had no hesitation.

But unexpectedly, they had almost reached the bottom of the city wall, but there was still no reaction from the city. It didn't look like there was a trap at all.

After receiving the news from the commander-in-chief, the leader led the large troops and set off.

After meeting outside the city gate, the commander-in-chief was full of doubts: "It's strange, it feels like there is no one inside."

"How to say?"

The military advisor looked at the big leader.

The latter sighed: "The arrow is on the string, I have to shoot it, go in!"

They thought that there might be a fierce battle, and they also thought that there might not even be a chance for a fierce battle, and they would be wiped out before they could break through the city gate, but they never thought that this would be the case.

This strange anomaly made them even more uneasy.

All the exiles cautiously entered the city gate with heavy hearts.

The semi-elliptical city gate, which is nearly 20 meters wide, 30 meters high, and 30 meters deep, is an eye-opener for local exiles who have never been to Paradise City.

This is just a city wall. It is difficult to imagine how such a huge project was built out of the desert.

As soon as they arrived at the inner city, all the exiles cheered up and tightened their heartstrings as much as possible.

Suddenly hearing the exclamation coming from the front, the big leader's face darkened.

Is there really an ambush?

But the sound of gunfire did not sound as expected.

The troops at the rear took two steps and three steps, quickly filed in and formed a formation, but they saw a scene that was unbelievable to them.

Countless people wearing the uniforms of Paradise City had their weapons removed and were tied to the corners of the city wall and lined up. Their faces were pale. Even when they saw the exiles, they did not react at all, as if they were overly frightened after experiencing some hellish scene. .

Not only that, there was no one on the streets of Paradise City, which was usually noisy and prosperous on weekdays. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, as if the entire city had disappeared out of thin air.

"This is..." the military advisor hesitated.

The big leader was at a loss for a moment and could only tell the commander-in-chief: "Go and grab a tongue."

After a while, a city defender with a relatively stable mental state was brought to the front of the big leader.

"What happened?"

This city defender was the commander who was previously responsible for guarding the city. The previous ease and ease could no longer be seen on his face. What was left was only hopelessness and overwhelming despair.

He glanced at the big leader:

"The exiles are here too, haha. Whatever." "What happened?" The big leader frowned and asked again.

The commander remained silent.

The military advisor asked again sternly: "What happened?"

The commander then spoke with a bitter smile:
"They are everywhere, do you understand that they are everywhere? They just disappear outside the city, and then suddenly appear behind each of us, hijack us, control us, they don't kill us, they don't bother to kill us at all! That demon, He doesn’t care about us at all, and in his eyes our resistance is ridiculous! Do you understand? You don’t understand at all!”

At the end of the story, the commander looked crazy, laughing, laughing and crying again as he spoke.

He pointed into the distance:

"Well, the last line of defense of the City Lord's Mansion is still buried in the ground. People drove right past it without even looking at it. Do you know how powerless we are?"

He pointed to the fort on the city gate again: "And they, the fort used to deal with you, didn't fire a single shot, and even the shells were still in the barrel, so they were of no use. Faced with the crushing force of absolute power, we There’s no way I can do it!”

The expression that looked like crying and laughing combined with these unclear words made the exiles' hair stand on end, and the fear of the unknown enveloped their hearts.

Whether it was equipment or firepower, the defenders of Paradise City crushed them. The determination to fear death that they were proud of before now seemed to be possessed by the defenders as well.

But they actually commented that they could not fight back against this unknown enemy.

The big leader asked in a deep voice: "Who are they?"

"Infected." The commander spoke concisely.

"Infected?" The chief, military advisor and others looked puzzled.

If wild monsters like this randomly spawning in the desert can destroy Paradise City, will this city wall still stand for so many years?
Seeing that several people didn't believe it, the commander didn't want to explain or prove anything, he just said with relief:

"They have somehow gained intelligence and are commanded by a person who dominates them. Now they should have taken control of the City Lord's Mansion. I know you have always wanted to attack Paradise City. Now I won't stop you. You can try it. .

But I want to remind you.

There is hell ahead."

Just when the still confused leader was about to ask for more details, the commander seemed to have seen something and struggled uncontrollably:

"Here they come. They're coming!!"

The exiles who didn't understand why turned around and saw a sight they would never forget in their lifetime.

A group of dark-skinned men wearing retro-style weapons, each one taller than the most powerful warrior among the Exiles, and more oppressive, wearing full-helmets, slowly walked towards them from Xinsheng Avenue.

Through the helmet's visor, they could vaguely see the hateful face inside, with a green face and fangs.

Exiles living in the desert are all too familiar with this presence.

"Infected?!"

There were nearly a hundred infected people, but their momentum overwhelmed the thousands of exiles.

Looking back again, the city gate was silently filled with such beings.

Unlike the walking corpses in the wild, they are almost indistinguishable from humans.

Human beings are able to deal with infected people because they only have instinctive stupidity and clumsiness. But even so, in the face of a hive ant nest like a cemetery where a large number of infected people are lurking, all human beings can do is run away.

Now they face not only a huge number of infected people, but even their only shortcomings have been made up for.

How to deal with it?
Unexpected, really unexpected.

The worst part is that the way back is blocked, so there is no chance to escape.

Fortunately, even in such a desperate situation, the big leader still had sense and courage and ordered:

"Formation shrinks!"

The exiles also reacted and gathered towards the big leader, shouting "protect the big leader" to boost their morale.

But the strange thing is that the infected are just approaching, but have no intention of fighting.

The leader of the infected took a step, causing all the exiles to retreat nervously.

It extended an invitation to the exiles, or chiefs, in a mechanical and emotionless tone:
"I am the third legion under the King of God, the commander of Doraemon's legion. The King of God has given me the name of supreme honor - Nobi Nobita. The distinguished King of God is already waiting for you at the City Lord's Mansion. Please come with me. .”

(End of this chapter)