The wind blew past Julia's hair, she untied her hair, tied her hair again, and took out a surfboard from her portable space.

"Thank you for witnessing me."

Julia turned her head and smiled, her eyes full of determination.

The old reggae acted a little sad: "Maybe I'm just a waste, but I've witnessed too many brand new hunters unable to withstand the temptation of becoming stronger and participating in this deadly trial.

Excellent newcomers are buried in the trial, making our hunter rank seem more and more lonely.

Julia, have you really thought about it? Is there nothing worth your nostalgia?"

"Senior, aren't we, as reincarnators, just experiencing death again and again?

We continue to survive in the end, and we see the tragedy and death of all mankind.

When we have to adapt and treat others' life and death coldly, how can the world entrust our existence?"

The wind gradually became manic and even began to smell the ocean.

The distant land gradually disappeared into the flood, and all kinds of people and animals lived on those lands.

There are creations of civilization and miracles left by nature.

But nature lasts forever, and humans who depend on nature are obscured in the torrent of fate.

As a reincarnation person, you may be able to leave here and return to the realm of reincarnation after completing the trial and surviving.

But can the surviving humans in the dungeon world continue the glory of human civilization?

Or is it ultimately destroyed by the inferiority of human nature like some pessimistic predictions?

"Julia von Ilivich, born in war, died in war, and shuttled through the doomsday, and will eventually turn into dust."

Julia calmly said the last words she wanted to say, as if it was a prayer, or as if she was engraving an epitaph for herself in advance.

The reggae uncle had a cold light flashed in his sleeve, and he solemnly held a short knife that was simple and dark.

"Steel, the hunter, witness for you in the name of hunting blade!"

The pressure of the wind slowly went to the extreme, and the unprecedented huge wave turned into an endless wall of water, carrying the flood to swallow the peak of the past.

Steyer took out the bone flute and played a majestic but sad farewell song.

That was a ceremony passed down by old hunters...

Julia jumped and walked against the wind.

Even if the flood peaks surge, the distance between her and the flood can reach hundreds of meters.

But she didn't have any fear or hesitation, but just rode the surfboard, adjusting the direction in the strong wind, and heading towards the highest wave.

The hunter's trial must break through the limits of humanity in the most extreme environment of the doomsday.

Only this kind of breakthrough can enable the hunter rank to be advanced and at the same time achieve a huge improvement in strength.

But as Julia is doing now, the danger of the trial is actually close to the ten deaths and no life.

However, almost all hunters chose to continue to challenge and test, and the reason was really hard for outsiders to understand.

Finally, Julia's figure hid into the huge waves.

The music played by Stair was slightly paused and then followed.

Julia is currently walking on a surfboard, moving around and moving in the flood peak that destroys human civilization, constantly crossing.

The Bone Flute Music is sometimes rapid, sometimes gentle, sometimes so attentive to the rhythm of Julia's waves.

When the flood peak began to touch the ark, huge arks carrying the heavy responsibility of civilization continued to break free from the constraints of the base and began to sail. Even the ark that had failed was unlocked and began to avoid the disaster of crashing into the mountain.

Steyer had put away his bone flute and sat quietly on the top of the ark. No matter how the ark was bumpy because of the huge waves, he remained motionless like a statue.

There was no sign of sadness and joy in his eyes, so he picked up the black hunting blade and added a new scratch on the hilt of the knife with his fingernails.

This scratch, together with the hundreds of scratches in front, pays homage to the hunters who were buried in the trial.

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Tropical, once the Caribbean location.

As the first place in the world to start a catastrophe, the sea here has become calmer.

On the sea that once land was close to the sea, there were various remains of human civilization.

There are various daily necessities, foam plastic, and some human remains that have been lucky enough to float to the water.

Some of these remains will remain for a long time, while others may be quickly swallowed up by the surviving marine creatures.

In fact, large areas of marine creatures have gathered near these corpses, fighting for food that unexpectedly appeared.

Sometimes human misfortune may not be the misfortune of animals.

There were even surviving seabirds that suddenly landed on the floating garbage, enjoying the hard-won rest.

Suddenly, some movements appeared under the water shocked the seabirds and the fish fled.

A series of foam surged up from under the water, then rolling waves, and then a huge black shell broke out from the water.

This is not consistent with the general Ark style, but it is more like an enlarged version of a strategic nuclear submarine.

No, this thing is probably several times larger than a strategic nuclear submarine. The part exposed to the water alone is already more than 500 meters, and the part underwater is probably even bigger.

What is even more frightening is that there is more than one giant submarine. As the first one emerges from the water, two identical submarines float out one after another.

Immediately afterwards, three masts dozens of meters long extended from the bridge of the first submarine, and the flag spread out and fluttered in the sun.

A line of golden words written on the blue flag: King of the World

After a while, the stout man with a scarred face ruined his eyes limped out of the bridge, and he seemed even more haggard than in the copy of "The Day After".

This is because he wants to do more broadly in the copy of "2012" like the flag he changed, but for this, he also overdraws a greater price to realize his ambitions.

And his name is so simple and crude: King.

King stood high on the bridge, breathing the sea breeze with some strange smell. He caressed his ark, so solid and reliable that he could carry his dreams.

Just as he began to look forward to his bright future, the atmosphere in the Ark command cabin seemed very bad.

"King gave up Ship 4 like this? There were more than 5,000 crew members and residents inside! I really couldn't imagine how desperate they were in the last moment."

The person who speaks is tall and mighty. Just looking at his figure and facial features, he is definitely a majestic man, but his clothes are actually women's clothes, and he even has smoked and thick makeup.

The short, fat, bearded old man next to him said angrily: "What's the solution? The nuclear reactor is out of control, and we can't save them!

I think you should do your own thing well, Alan!"

Alan spat: "We can't save it, you may not be sure, this is the ark you built by yourself.

Who knows if there was really no time at that time, or if some people were afraid of death?"

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Chapter completed!