Ice apocalypse, I hoard tens of billions of supplies

Upon hearing Fen Gu's words, Shun Liuxing lowered his head slightly, his pale fingers tightening a little.

“But I can feel it,” she said, her voice softening, “that so many people are suffering. Sometimes I can hear them crying, even from so far away.”

She knew her mission from a very young age.

Everyone around her loved her very much and gave her almost everything she wanted.

She absorbed a large amount of precious energy, and although she was not taught any combat skills, she possessed a power that even the Silver Moon Guardians admired.

In her short fifty years of life, she was surrounded by happiness and freedom.

Even if her favorite sister, Xiyue Liunian, told her that sooner or later she would become a spark and sacrifice herself for the supreme beings on the Silver Moon Throne, she could accept it all calmly.

It was that encounter with Burning Bones that changed everything.

She was not afraid of death.

But a tiny bit of selfishness, during the blossoming of young love, led her to take his hand when he arrived on that day, escaping that glamorous cage.

Burning Bone remained silent for a moment. He knew that Instant Meteor was telling the truth; her special sensory abilities could always detect things that ordinary people could not.

"Everyone has their own life and the meaning of their existence."

He said, "And the purpose of my existence is simply to let you live happily and freely. That's all."

He stood up, and the bone armor made a slight grinding sound.

"We've rested enough, it's time for us to move on. The sooner we find the Night Witch, the sooner we can get rid of these invisible eyes."

The blindness of the meteor was not congenital, but rather the work of the Radiant Moon Empire.

Because it possesses a healthy body and immense power, the fire has a very high chance of becoming uncontrollable.

Therefore, this is not a simple physical illness, and conventional treatments are unlikely to restore its sight.

Shunliuxing obediently stood up and gently grasped the edge of the bone armor that Fen Gu handed over.

Her movements were very practiced, indicating that she had already followed him for quite a distance.

Just as they were about to leave, Fen Gu suddenly turned around and shielded Shun Liuxing behind him. His charred bone armor instantly glowed with a dark red light, like a volcano about to erupt.

Something is approaching from the shadows of the deadwood forest.

"Have the people of the Empire come after us, undaunted by death?"

Burning Bones placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his voice turning cold:

"Stay behind me and don't move an inch."

Shunliuxing nodded gently, his pale face showing no fear, only complete trust.

She couldn't see the impending danger, but she could feel the taut muscles beneath the Burning Bone Armor and the sudden increase in murderous intent in the air.

The Dark Sun Forest never gives people a long chance to catch their breath, and their journey is still very long.

……

The deeper you go into the Dark Sun Forest, the thinner the light becomes.

The fog was so thick that even during daylight hours on the far side of the moon, sunlight could hardly penetrate it.

Zhang Yi and his team need to rely on the night vision devices in their combat suits.

The trees here—or rather, the peculiar black creatures that have been nourished by the corpses of the Lunarians—are becoming increasingly bizarre in form.

Some branches were twisted into postures that resembled human cries of pain, and a dark red, viscous liquid seeped from the cracks in the bark, emitting a sweet, rotten smell.

Zhang Yi, Yang Xinxin, and Brian walked among them, their footsteps making an unsettling rustling sound on the thick, soft sand covered with decaying leaves and unknown debris.

"The taste of this godforsaken place is like a mille-feuille, each layer more disgusting than the last."

Brian muttered to himself. It was a mutated white Labrador Retriever. Its fur was still relatively clean, but its nose was wet from constant twitching.

Its superpowers granted it an extraordinary sense of smell and language, making it the team's most reliable guide at this moment.

"Chaos, death, and... that inexplicable madness, like spoiled cheese."

It suddenly stopped, sniffed carefully with its nose close to the ground, lowered its tail warily, and then swung it rapidly like a small electric fan.

"Woof woof woof!! Wait... there's a familiar smell. It's faint, masked by these ghostly smells, but it's definitely it..."

Yang Xinxin stood quietly to the side, her combat dress motionless in the almost stagnant air.

Her gaze fell on the spot where Brian had been smelling, her deep obsidian eyes seemingly able to see through the layers of decaying plant remains.

"What is it?"

Zhang Yi asked, his voice sounding slightly lower than usual.

The further he went, the more he felt an invisible pressure, like a damp, cold spider web wrapping around his mind.

"It's the aura left behind by that Shadow Warrior named Burning Bones, and... by that blind girl."

It smelled the clothes on the two people, so it was able to find them by following their scent.

Brian looked up, his dog-like face displaying anthropomorphic seriousness. "Boneburn and Meteor Shower. Their scents point deeper. Not much time has passed, maybe three to five days, at most no more than a week."

"Follow."

Zhang Yi's gaze sharpened slightly, and he spoke concisely.

Finding the Burning Bones might yield more clues about the Night Witch or the heart of the forest.

Moreover, they will inevitably have to fight another big battle then.

Finding Burning Bones and Meteor Shower, and bringing Meteor Shower back, means the end of her life.

But so what?

He was willing to do anything to prevent the moon from cracking and Earth's surface from being impacted and entering a true apocalypse, even if it meant wiping out the entire Lunarian race.

The two men and the dog continued on their way, relying on Brian's nose to navigate through the intricate woodland.

With its head lowered, it sniffed hard with its large black nose. The gas collected from the scent sensor would enter its combat suit for identification.

The surrounding silence grew heavier and heavier; even the sound of the wind disappeared, leaving only the sound of their own footsteps and breathing to be heard clearly.

Zhang Yi felt a throbbing sensation in his temples, and tiny, flickering black dots began to appear at the edge of his vision.

"Brother Zhang Yi," Yang Xinxin suddenly spoke, her eyes filled with deep concern, but not nervousness, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Yi frowned. He felt that his emotions were somewhat chaotic and irritable, as if the surface of his brain was covered by a sticky, murky substance.

“It’s spiritual pollution,” he said in a deep voice. “It’s more insidious than what we’ve encountered before, like water dripping on a stone.”

He tried to build a barrier using dimensional portals to prevent himself from being spiritually corrupted.

But the pollution was pervasive, not a direct attack, but a subtle distortion of his perception.

This thing isn't a physical attack, but a mental one. Its almost superhuman, all-encompassing nature makes it difficult to defend against.