Angelle single-handedly quelled the zombie tide and even began to hunt down those hundred-odd "little ants" in return.

When beings of the same level compete, who would prevail, humans or ants?

The outcome is self-evident!

He chased all the way, much like Kuafu chasing the sun, running across the earth.

After killing over forty sixth-tier zombies, he returned to the last human sanctuary camp.

"A great victory for humanity!"

"We survived!"

"Their souls tried to escape, but the giant shattered them directly with a brand-new laser weapon!"

Countless people became excited, hugging and crying in joy.

"Wonderful, wonderful! We finally won!" thought Wadon and the others, feeling they had gambled correctly, for they achieved a major counteroffensive.

Humanity successfully continued.

On this day, the human hero, Giant King Angelle!

will lead the people forward in the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

The refugees shouted his name, resounding throughout the sanctuary camp.

People began to resume development, researching various technologies.

But in the following month, the zombies did not launch a large-scale attack; they became rather vile, focusing on harassment.

Angelle could only transform into a giant statue, standing tall upon the earth, guarding the sanctuary camp behind him.

Almost every day, just when Angelle wanted to sleep or rest, their zombies would start small harassments, preventing rest.

"Shameless!"

"Those zombies, so insidious!"

The surviving people cursed aloud.

...

There is only one giant, the sole protective force for humans.

However, the opposing side, being so treacherous and cunning, frequently harasses, and even a sixth-tier super warrior can't withstand such torment.

A month.

Two months.

Three months.

This giant, Angelle, guarding outside the survivor camp, grew more and more weary.

He also wished to pursue them, but those little guys wouldn't engage him directly.

Now, Angelle could only rely on the willpower of a strong being to persevere.

A year passed.

Throughout the entire year, Angelle could only briefly nap, only to be quickly awakened, thoroughly sliding into neurological exhaustion, his realm stuck at the Legendary Early Period, unable to break through.

On the other hand, after accumulating throughout these years, those super zombie lords continued to cultivate and actually began to break through to Sixth-Tier Peak, Legendary Perfection.

This day.

A sixth-tier peak zombie lord attacked, "I'll send you on your way!"

A terrifying battle erupted.

Even though Angelle was a giant, faced with numerous enemies besieging him, his realm higher than theirs, yet without a good rest for a year, he couldn't hold on at all.

Rumbling sounds arose.

The giant fell, and people groaned in mourning.

Humanity's Guardian God had departed.

The fate of humanity is truly fraught with difficulties.

Countless people cried out in thought.

The apocalypse, spanning four years.

"I will return!" Asor with a gaze filled with hatred, secretly led a few survivors onto that secret underground laboratory.

"Head to the camp, they might have started up that mysterious machine already, find the opponent's specific location and direction, see what it is!"

A few zombie lords pursued to prevent that mysterious space-time machine.

However, as they checked.

Crack.

As if space-time shattered.

The entire space collapsed like a colorful bubble, space distorted, the nearby dozen sixth-tier zombies all turned to ash.

"Damn it, they actually left a backup plan."

Ning Guochang's face turned sullen, looking towards the big explosion, angrily saying, "It's actually subspace technology, they've really figured something out!"

On the other side.

The underground laboratory, where stood about a dozen human elites, wearing expressions of silence and quiet.

Asor suddenly broke down in tears.

And Li Wanning with Susan also curled up here.

Li Wanning fell silent for a moment, "Angelle, I'm too slow... if my technology were just a bit faster."

Wadon sighed and said to everyone:

"Time rewinds and history turns into legend. Even though his footsteps are no longer here, people will surely sing of his story, Angele, King of Earth Giants."

He held a USB drive, containing the story long prepared to travel back in time: "Human Apocalypse Volume 2: Giant King Angele."

"No one will forget the hero," Wadon recited.

Everyone was silent for a long time, standing still.

"One day, we will also walk that path," Asor​ murmured softly, trembling: "We will also become history, in one of the volumes of your recorded apocalypse poems."

"Perhaps!" Wadon caressed the USB drive in his hand, as if touching a lover.

And no matter how hard and tiring it was, Wadon never forgot his great dream as a filmmaker.

...

Click.

The world came to a halt.

Everything was paused, and outside the Crystal Wall moved a gigantic shadow, slowly approaching.

"The development is indeed fast!"

"Truly worthy of an apocalypse world; it collapses so quickly. It only took a few years of simulating this civilization before it went belly up."

Li Qing crossed through the Crystal Wall, watching Ning Guochang's impotent rage amidst the ruins, observing the fallen giant Angele and the terrifying, ruined city.

Click, click.

One by one, Blood Flesh Flying Discs and numerous engineering teams began to rapidly enter through the Crystal Wall, starting to repair the city.

"Another era... so short and brilliant, reminding me of the days of Atabia, with alcohol and ultraviolet rays. The change of eras is merely a matter of days," Li Qing thought.

[Repairing the world—]

[This reincarnation lasted four years and three months.]

[Harvest as follows: 1. Human Perfect Genetic Potion; 2. Subspace Bubble Attack (Incomplete); 3. Already one hundred and seventy-three Sixth Tier legends, four at the Legendary Peak.]

"The pace is indeed fierce," Li Qing squinted his eyes.

This development model is incredibly aggressive in the short term.

It's only been four years, and already there's a big explosion.

The pressure of death unleashed all their potential.

It feels like this era's rapid outbreak is almost catching up to the Atabia era with its mass extinctions and great death pressure.

The key point is that previously, individuals at the level of a Legendary Wizard were rare, but now they are emerging en masse.

After all, progress in civilization always happens this way.

It's roughly the difference between "pioneers" and "learners."

The giant of eras, Newton, discovered the law of gravity, and countless scientists took the baton to continue the research, while later generations only needed to learn to apply this formula...

And now, even the brain of every ordinary college student, as long as they study carefully, contains knowledge that surpasses Newton. Can it be said that every modern college student is better than Newton?

The pioneering of a great era is constructed with blood and the bones of predecessors.

Subsequent generations often consider them great, yet still overlook their greatness, the hardships experienced in that era, a seemingly succinct formula, with effort that is unimaginable to later generations.

"With a major outbreak, it might truly follow the historical pace, and within a decade or so, a Seventh Tier Demigod may appear on this apocalyptic land," Li Qing smirked playfully.

It feels good.

Simply fantastic!

As expected, rebuilding this world with the data from Ning Guochang's brain was my smartest decision.

This apocalyptic world, its potential is terrifyingly high.

Even a demigod might not be the endpoint. In that parallel universe, after Ning Guochang's death, perhaps a more advanced, mutated zombie evolved to a new stage, rampaging across the cosmos, soaring in the atmosphere, possibly tearing apart human satellites.

That apocalyptic zombie world, its level is frighteningly high!

My own wizard world, its explosive force is still far inferior to them...

Of course, that's to be expected.

Maybe it's not inferior; it's just been confined to a small space, limiting development. What can you do in a room of only a few dozen square feet?

Now released, perhaps the speed will also see a major explosion.

"And the Subspace technology is the truly formidable aspect, that semi-finished product, if it could be completed..." he felt hopeful.

It just makes fixing this mess a bit troublesome.

But with such substantial gains, Li Qing isn't afraid of trouble.

"But you, you're such a bastard."

Li Qing bent down, squatting, lifting the ceiling of the underground laboratory.

Looking at the ten centimeters tall miniature humans, frozen, weeping in different postures inside.

His gaze finally settled on Wadon, who was holding a USB drive in remembrance, "Time flows, transcending every space-time remembrance, your dream as a filmmaker, is indestructible, isn't it?"

He shook his head, making no attempt to stop it.

Some histories need to be remembered. This is not just a tribute to heroes but also a monument inspiring future generations to forge ahead.

The Golden Spirit is a legacy, a martyred atmosphere formed from successive outbreaks, and it is the courage and ardor of people advancing, leading to this age of valor.

"Continue repairing, and simulate the next apocalypse sand table."

Li Qing patted the dust off his body, took a deep breath, and left the apocalyptic city amidst despair, returning to the living room:

"I have a premonition, after these two times of foundational accumulation, this way, next time, or the time after that, there will be a complete outbreak, and the super life of a seven-sense demigod should emerge."

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