Chapter 1499
The Slaughter of the Yellow Earth
Chapter 1499 The Slaughter of the Yellow Earth
Lin Fan still remembers the thick, long blue barrier in the Loess Plateau.
"Do the Silvermoon people know how to get in and out of the Loess Plateau?" she asked.
“They probably don’t know,” Garr shook his head and coughed twice. “The Loess Plateau is a restricted area; not just anyone can go in or out. Besides, not many people are interested in that place.”
Adrian was able to find a way because of his Finch family background; ordinary people wouldn't have access to such resources.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
“However, we can’t be completely sure,” Garr added. “After all, no one knows if the person who goes there happens to be in charge of that area. And even without the key, a concentrated and sustained attack can still disrupt it…”
“Isn’t it said to be a Level 2 civilization?” Antonio frowned. “The Silvermoon people don’t seem that powerful to me.”
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been killed without even making a move.
“It’s a Level 2 civilization,” Garr nodded, “but its main function is isolation, not much protection, so there’s still a chance it can be destroyed by a high-intensity, sustained attack.”
"There don't seem to be any Silvermoon people left outside, right? They've probably all gone to the yellow earth... hiss..."
"I'm sorry." Lan Bingru immediately reduced the pressure on her hands.
"You guys are something else." Apollo nodded, hands on his hips, and asked the stars, "What do you mean?"
“Go and see. Save as many as you can,” Xingchen replied.
Now that we've started, there's no reason to just end it after the initial step.
The Silvermoon people's riot was clearly not a normal situation and deviated from the mainstream order. Their intervention to rescue people could not be considered interference in the internal affairs of another planet.
“What about me?” Lan Bingru turned her head. “If the Loess Plateau is breached, the casualties there will definitely be even greater.”
Although Graystone also suffered a terrible loss, the casualties were already set. Unless more Silver Moon people poured in, no matter how capable Lan Bingru was, she couldn't bring them back to life.
Moreover, not all the Gray Stone Men were dragged out and killed; the casualties were mainly concentrated near the main road leading to the Loess Zone.
Adrian's mansion remained completely undamaged. The resistance from some wealthy individuals, though fierce and enraging some Silvermoon people, did indeed deter many of their attacks.
More than half of the Graystone Men survived, but they dared not show themselves for the time being.
The Loess Plateau is different.
They were utterly powerless against the Silvermoon people. Moreover, the Silvermoon people were specifically targeting them.
A massacre is inevitable—either imminent or already underway. Whether Lan Bingru, who possesses healing powers, is present or not makes a huge difference.
"Go, go, go! Get out of the yellow earth!" people urged him all at once.
"And what about me?" Gal's eyes widened as he turned behind him. "You're just going to abandon me, covered in blood? Aren't you ungrateful?"
People kept silent because they knew they were in the wrong.
"They won't die." Xingchen stretched out his hand, and a patch of sky-blue energy enveloped the group of people like a light membrane.
Garr's torn abdomen instantly closed up to stop the bleeding, and the fur on his dark pig face became shiny and smooth.
Those behind him were mostly fine, experiencing almost nothing except for pain.
Everyone had never experienced anything so magical, and they were all completely immersed in it.
"Bingru, let's go," Xingchen called out.
"Wait..." Garr instinctively tried to stop him.
"Adrian is here. Take your men and go find him as soon as possible." Xingchen picked up Lan Bingru with one hand and grabbed a gun with the other, slipping out through the opening they had come from.
“By the way,” Apollo asked, “how to get in and out of the loess soil…”
“The key is in the car…” Garna said.
“…” Apollo stood up. “Fine, if it doesn’t work, then break it.”
After saying that, he rose from the ground and disappeared into the night in an instant.
"Wow, that's amazing..." someone exclaimed.
"Humans can be so amazing..." "Shouldn't we do something about this?"
"What can you do?" Gar scoffed, struggling to his feet. "Hurry up and come with me. If another wave comes, no one will come to our rescue."
"I want to go to the Loess Plateau!" someone said firmly.
"Are you crazy!" Garr turned and yelled, "What kind of situation is this? Do you think it's easy to save your life? You're going to your death now?"
"But I can't just do nothing and watch others save my homeland, can I?"
After this experience, the man suddenly lost his previous fear of Garr and his rebuttals became perfectly reasonable.
"What can you do?" Garr stamped his foot. "It's their business if they're powerful, what does it have to do with you? Do you really think you can fly just because they can? If you're lucky, you might run into a Silvermoon person and you won't even have a chance to shout before you're dead!"
"I've made up my mind!" the man said stubbornly.
"Don't be impulsive," someone else pulled him back. "Even if you want to help, you can't make things worse. Think about what we can actually do."
“You’re all useless!” Garr sneered. “Let’s go, hurry up. Don’t waste time.”
If he weren't taking them back to Adrian, he really wouldn't bother with these idiots.
The stubborn man wanted to say more, but someone pulled him back and gestured a few times.
Car, lock, weapon...
The man instantly understood, exchanged glances with the others, and stepped forward to help Gal up.
"Brother, you're walking too slowly, let me help you to hurry up..."
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
Several people rushed forward instantly, practically lifting Garr up, and ran at breakneck speed.
Garr was confused, but his injuries were too severe. Although Lin Fan had recovered most of his strength, he was still in great pain.
It's better to have someone do the work than to resist, so I naturally accepted it, only occasionally offering guidance...
When the stars arrived, the Loess Plateau had already become a new hell on earth.
The local people were already alarmed by the sudden influx of outsiders and scattered and fled early on.
But this feeble resistance was utterly insignificant in the face of the half-beast Silvermoon people.
With their strong physiques alone, they could easily overturn dilapidated buildings, and with a single wave of their hand, they could lift an adult loess figure and swing it back and forth.
Those who were captured could only kick and scream. Their desperate struggles only earned them a contemptuous smile in return.
People were everywhere, purebred people.
The Silvermoon people became even more unscrupulous.
The child was lifted into the air, his tiny hands and feet flailing wildly.
The mother rushed forward, crying and begging, trying to take it back, but watched helplessly as the other deliberately slowed down the movements, slowly slicing open the child's limbs until the child's last breath was completely cut off. In despair, the child was thrown into the air, impaled by a broken wooden stake, and died vomiting blood.
Someone ran wildly down the narrow passageway, while the Silvermoon people followed at a leisurely pace.
From a great distance, the beast soul condensed into a slender claw shadow, and with a gentle flick, blood immediately gushed from the man's hind leg, the flesh burst open, and the bone was visible.
The person who collapsed instantly knew they couldn't stop and kept crawling forward. But in the end, only increasingly faint wails remained, until finally, there was no sound at all.
Wherever the Silver Moon People went, houses collapsed and roofs flew off. Blood seeped into the ground through the cracks, mixing with the already damp ground.
Soon, the unpleasant smell was replaced by a strong fishy odor.
Human bodies were torn apart and crushed like pieces of paper, utterly powerless to resist.
Cries, the cracking of bones, snarling laughter, and gasping breaths mingled together, every inch of air pierced with pain, even the wind sweeping across the tattered tarpaulin carried the desolation of impending death.