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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1546- News in the city of the north (Teaser)
The nights in Black Dragon City were also very lively.
Nighttime lighting restrictions were not very strict in a city with such special weapons. After all, when there were no beast tides, as long as level eight lifeforms could be resisted, people could basically rest easy. Level nine lifeforms were rare, and unless necessary, they won’t attack human cities, as that would invite endless retaliation.
Of course, if there is a beast tide, having lights or not doesn’t make much difference.
Ye Zhongming walked through the streets of Black Dragon City, feeling as if he were in Ying City or the Holy City of West Asia—if not for the biting cold.
In the post-apocalyptic world, such bustling places were rare.
Who would have thought they’d encounter one in this icy, snowy wasteland?
However, compared to the Holy City and Ying City, the prosperity here carried a hint of blood.
When the wind blows from the north, it brings a faint scent of blood and stench, emanating from the city center, where humans and various mutated lifeforms were locked in a
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