Apocalypse Arrival - chapter 213

If he hadn’t finally calmed down from that violent state, Chu Qianxun and the others might not have seen the hostage alive, but could only see a piece of meat being crushed by yellow sand.

“You cruel devil, don’t be proud, you are destined to be unable to escape God’s sanctions on you,” Yue Wenhua was tied to the ground and left aside. His limbs were dislocated and his body was in severe pain. He gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Peitian.

Ruan Xiaoyue, who was guarding him, pulled up a piece of grass root and blocked his mouth.

“Don’t pay attention to him.” Chu Qianxun turned her head and said to Ye Peitian, “You were too soft to give them a chance to escape. If it was me, I would have cut them all into seven or eight pieces.”

She shook Ye Peitian’s cold hand, and laid him down beside her, with a warm yellow light glowing in her hand, sitting by his side.

“You can deal with four enemies alone and hurt yourself like this. Don’t think about anything. It was them who were wrong, not you. Even if you kill all of Shennai’s people, I will stand by your side.”

“Qianxun,” Ye Peitian closed his eyes and rubbed his palm.

“Yes?”

“Thank you……” Thank you for being by my side.

Yue Wenhua was tied up and fell on the sandy ground. Through the messy grass stalks, he saw the man who was violent in the yellow sand, lying on the ground not far from him, peacefully asleep.

The person must be the devil.

He remembered the scene that happened in the hut. His fierce sword and Zhuo Lisha’s hot flames hit this person, but this man was unmoved. His pale hands controlled the yellow sand and was ready to die with them.

At that moment, across the grass, Yue Wenhua saw that the bone-bearing wound he had cut on Ye Peitian’s shoulder was healing on its own at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“He turned out to be an immortal?”

Before the apocalypse came, Yue Wenhua was just an ordinary high school student. His elder brother Yue Wenyin was in the same school as him, only one grade higher than him.

Yue Wenyin had a stable nature and bright mind. He was a good student in the eyes of his parents and teachers, and he had become a benchmark.

However, Yue Wenhua was restless, youthful and rebellious, and had always been the contrast to his brother who was both excellent in character and learning. So in his eyes, his brother was a somewhat annoying character.

After the apocalypse came, the always excellent brother awakened a very useless restoration ability, known as the immortal, but he had the sword ability. Although life had become very difficult and he didn’t know where his parents were, Yue Wenhua was a little secretly happy.

He was disciplined and restrained from a young age, and his elder brother, who used the attitude of a student to take various tuitions for him, suddenly became incompetent. He had to rely on his own protection to survive the apocalypse. At that time, he was even excited.

But not long after such days, a third-order demon drove many demons to attack their base. The base that was still very weak at that time suffered a disaster and became a unilateral slaughterhouse for demons.

Severely injured, he was pushed into a narrow gap by his brother.

Yue Wenhua, who was awake from the coma, heard a ticking sound of water droplets and a strange chewing sound.

He barely opened his heavy eyelids and saw his brother Yue Wenyin’s body covering him, blocking the entrance of the crack, and a huge black figure faintly swayed behind his brother.

“Don’t look, Wenhua. Don’t look,” the brother’s face was in front of his eyes, showing a helpless smile.

“Don’t look, Wenhua. Live well,” A bloody palm stretched out, covering his eyes.

People from the Shennai Group came to the base and pulled him out of the sea of ​​blood piled on corpses.

Yue Wenhua didn’t know how he survived that maddening terror, but Yue Wenyin, who had lost half of his body, was no longer awake.

Only then did he know that immortals couldn’t truly live forever.

Shennai brought mim and Yue Wenyin to the Father, and the benevolent Father gave him redemption and led him into the embrace of God.

He demonstrated the miracle of God and maintained the vitality of the voice.

The first-order immortal couldn’t recover from such a serious injury on his own, but he followed the teachings of the Father, devoutly believed in God, and prayed for the God to once again grant him the holy medicine that could restore the world.

Yue Wenhua remembered his elder brother who was at the headquarters of Shennai in the Magic City with closed eyes, relying on various pipes and instruments to maintain his life.

“God, even if I die here, please redeem my brother and let him come back to life. I beg you,” he closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.

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“Still refuse to talk?” Chu Qianxun looked at Yue Wenhua, who was lying on the ground covered in scars.

“His will is very firm, no matter how I let him fall into a terrifying illusion, I can not shake his mind,” Zhong Hongfei shook his head. He almost admired this captured enemy, “His level is higher than mine, although he is very weak now, but my mind control effect is still not great.”

“Forget it, I wanted to inquire about Shennai from him,” Chu Qianxun drew a long blade and said.

A steadfast and unyielding man, even if was an enemy, she was not willing to overly humiliate him, “But from his words, he seems to have an older brother, who is an immortal. He is still being kept in Shennai.”

“An immortal?” Chu Qianxun frowned and retracted the long blade.

Only she knew the meaning of the term immortal at the moment.

With no Ye Peitian, Shennai was still searching for immortals everywhere.