Warlord

In the evening, the radiant clouds were illuminated by the fiery light of the sky like a fiery cloud. It stretched out for a thousand miles, enveloping the entire world in a red halo.

The ground was suffused with the heat of the day, and every stone was exuding an astonishing amount of heat.

At night, however, they are colder than the polar ice.

This was the world of the new era. The difference in temperature between day and night was enormous, and it was constantly testing the living organisms’ ability to survive.

He bandaged his combat suit and wrapped it around his arms. He did not want anyone to reach his arms that were as white as white jade. This made him seem a little out of the ordinary in this era where mutants were everywhere.

They arrived at the cemetery in the city of Rakhine with the golden-yellow wildflowers they had gathered from the wilderness.

Even though it was an ordinary wild flower, the roots were still slowly wiggling even though these things had left the soil.

They try to stick their young roots out of their bodies, trying to get them into their bodies to absorb blood for nourishment.

But every time it came into contact with the zero stopwatch, the roots would retract as if they had been electrocuted, and before long, they would resume their previous actions.