radicalducati Chapter 248
Chapter 248
In this new pattern of Blue Star that has been ruthlessly rewritten by fate.
Humans are like ants abandoned in the abyss.
Under the tyrannical rule of the Flame Clan, they endure unspeakable captivity and destruction, and every day and night is soaked in despair.
The United States, once the world's number one power.
Now, like other countries, it is completely shrouded by the Devouring Demon Mist.
There are nine base cities in the United States.
Outside these nine base cities are countless quarantine areas opened up by the Flame Clan.
In an quarantine area closely guarded by the Flame Clan, lives a middle-aged man named Carl.
He used to be a strong construction worker with broad shoulders and strong muscles, which were the testimony of his hard work.
However, now, long-term malnutrition and overwork have made his body emaciated.
Muscles atrophy, skin hangs loosely on bones, and deep scars crisscross, like cracks after the earth has dried up.
His hair was messy and gray, like a bunch of weeds withered in the cold winter, clinging to his scalp without vitality.
The eyes that were once full of vitality were now sunken in their sockets, with a hollow and numb look.
Only the occasional flash of pain and recollection of the past revealed the brilliance of humanity that had not been completely wiped out in the depths of his soul.
Carl's residence was a small and crowded shed, barely pieced together by a few broken wooden boards and rusty iron sheets.
The shed had no windows, only a narrow doorway as an entrance and exit. Whenever night fell, the house would fall into darkness, filled with a damp and moldy smell, which was disgusting.
There was no furniture in the house, and the floor was covered with dirty hay, which was where he and his family slept.
At night, the cold wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden boards, like a cold knife cutting their skin.
Carl often hugged his wife and children tightly in his arms, trying to use his body temperature to protect them from the cold.
But the chill was as stubborn as a demon, ruthlessly corroding their bodies, making them spend long nights trembling.
Every day, before dawn, the shrill whistle broke the brief tranquility like the call of the god of death.
Carl and other human slaves dragged their exhausted bodies out of the shed under the scolding of the flame tribe supervisors.
These supervisors were the most brutal beings in the flame tribe. They were huge, burning with blazing flames all over their bodies. The high temperature scorched the surrounding air and twisted it into terrifying shapes.
They waved long whips condensed from flames in their hands.
Every time they whipped the ground, a charred mark would be left, accompanied by crackling sounds, as if it was a death warrant from hell.
Carl and other humans were driven to the mine where they worked.
The road leading to the mine was rugged and full of sharp stones and boiling lava pits.
The humans had no shoes and could only walk barefoot on this cruel road.
Carl's feet were already covered with thick calluses and wounds of varying ages. Every step he took was like stepping on a red-hot iron, and the piercing pain made him sweat profusely on his forehead.
But he didn't dare to stop, because he knew that once he fell behind, the whip of the supervisor would fall on him mercilessly, and that would be more unbearable than the pain under his feet.
The mine was a huge purgatory on earth.
The sky was shrouded in smoke and flames, and the hot air seemed to burn people's lungs.
Surrounded by towering rock walls, which were cast with magic by the flame tribe, flashing with strange light, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
Human slaves were engaged in heavy mining work in the mine. They used simple tools to dig precious ores in hard rocks.
These ores were key materials for the flame tribe to strengthen their own strength and build territory, and in their eyes, humans were just cheap tools to obtain these resources.
Carl's job was to carry ores.
He and several other slaves formed a team and used heavy iron chains to pull the cart full of ore from the depths of the mine to the surface.
The cart was extremely heavy, and every pull required all the strength of the body.
The iron chain deeply embedded in his shoulder, and blood flowed down his arm, but he no longer felt the pain, and just mechanically repeated the action of pulling the cart.
Beside him, a young slave fell down due to exhaustion, and the heavy cart instantly lost control and rolled over him.
Seeing this, Carl rushed over with all his strength, blocked the cart with his thin body, and saved the young slave's life.
However, he himself was hit hard against the rock wall by the cart.
A burst of pain came, and he felt as if several of his ribs were broken, but he knew thatHe couldn't stop. Once he stopped, death would be waiting for him.
After being rescued, the young slave lay quietly on the ground, like a body without a soul.
His eyes were empty, like two dry wells that had been drained of water by the years, without any emotional waves.
Those eyes had long been filled with numbness, and he had no reaction to the cruel torture of this world, as if his soul had quietly left in countless pains, leaving only this zombie-like body.
However, deep in the numbness, there was a hint of resentment, and this resentment was like a cold dagger, stabbing straight at Carl.
His eyes seemed to be questioning Carl bitterly, why did he stop him from dying!
In this purgatory controlled by the flame tribe, life had long lost its original value and became an existence that was trampled on at will.
Here, suicide is an unforgivable felony, more serious than any other crime.
Because it is a challenge to the ruling authority of the flame tribe.
Whenever someone tries to end their life, the flame monsters always arrive at the first time at a terrifying speed.
They are like demons spying on their prey in the dark, always ready to impose more cruel punishment on those who try to escape suffering.
Once the flame monsters arrive at the suicide, a terrifying beating will follow.
The flame whips waved in the air, making a whirring sound, and every time they whipped people, there was a pungent smell of burnt flesh.
Wherever the whips went, the skin was instantly torn, the flesh was torn apart, and the blood was evaporated by the high temperature before it flowed out, leaving only a charred wound.
And the wound could not heal at all under the continuous burning of the flames, but would continue to fester and deepen, as if countless red-hot needles were stirring in the wound, making the suicide suffer in pain worse than death. This kind of pain is not only physical torture, but also a devastating blow to the spirit. It makes people full of fear of life and lose all hope for the future.
The young slave had been exhausted by this endless torture, and his heart was already riddled with holes.
In his opinion, death was the only way out of this dark world.
Every long and painful day and night, he endured hunger, fatigue and cruel abuse, and his body and mind had reached their limits.
He had imagined the tranquility of death countless times, a state without pain and fear, and the only ray of light he could see in this abyss of despair.
The chance to die just now was simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
However, Carl's actions ruthlessly broke his fantasy and dragged him back to this hellish abyss of pain.
Carl looked at him, his heart full of helplessness and sorrow.
He deeply understood the despair of the young slave, because he himself had been shrouded in this despair countless times in the middle of the night.
He knew that in this world, life was so humble and fragile, like a candle in the wind, which could be ruthlessly blown out at any time.
But there was always a flame burning in Carl's heart, which was the respect for life and the adherence to humanity.
He couldn't watch a life disappear in front of him, even if the world was so dark, even if he knew that saving the young slave would only make him continue to suffer more.
In Carl's eyes, every life is precious, and it is the last dignity and hope of mankind in this darkness. He is willing to use his already broken body to protect this faint light, even if this light is so small that it may be swallowed by darkness at any time.
Carl walked over silently and wanted to help the young slave up, but was thrown away rudely by the other party.
The young slave looked at Carl with a hateful look, as if saying:
"Why are you so cruel? Why don't you let me be free?"
Communication is also prohibited here.
Carl was stunned, he opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
In this hopeless world, his behavior may be seen as selfishness by the young slave, a cruel way of imposing his own beliefs on others.
But Carl knew that he couldn't give up. He wanted to let the young slaves know that there was something worth holding on to in life, even if it was just a tiny possibility.
Carl's eyes were full of encouragement.
"Hold on! We can escape!"
The other slaves around looked at this scene with complicated expressions in their eyes.
Some people had a flash of sympathy in their eyes, but more of it was helplessness and fear.
They all knew that in this world, any desire to survive could beIt can become a weakness that can be exploited by the flame tribe.
And any resistance or giving up will only bring more cruel punishment.
But they also silently admire Carl in their hearts, because he is the only one who tries to light the light of hope in this endless darkness.
Although this light is so weak, it gives them a little spiritual comfort.
In this quarantine area full of despair and pain, the fate of mankind is like a trapped beast locked in a dark cage, struggling on the edge of life and death.
The rescued young slave looked at Carl sarcastically, then turned around and continued to work.
Because...
The supervisor of the flame tribe noticed the situation here,
If you delay the project, you will also be beaten.
No matter what the reason.
Carl sighed and continued to work, not knowing how long he could hold on.
Inevitably, Carl thought of a sacred place in his heart.
"Huaxia... it would be nice if I could escape there..."
"It must be a paradise there!"
"No, I can definitely escape there!"
"With my wife and daughter, together!"
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