The low-altitude warship "White Dragon" drew a streak of light in the sky above the Great Tang refuge and quickly disappeared from the public's view.

Within the range covered by satellites, the ship's flight was relatively safe and could maintain high speed.

Once entering an area beyond satellite coverage, it had to switch to manual mode and proceed at low speed.

Sand Monk proficiently piloted the warship through mountains, avoiding armed patrol drones in the air.

However, he was listening to rock music at a deafening volume through his headphones, which made me doubt if he learned ship piloting on a DJ stage.

Piggy leaned against the operating console of the machine gun, repeatedly tapping his pipe, and finally lit the tobacco, wearing a contented expression on his face.

Sun Wukong entered hibernation mode in the rear cabin since his prosthetic limbs, which accounted for 95% of his body, consumed a massive amount of energy.

He would be in a dormant state unless in combat, as it was impossible to meet the enormous energy expenditure otherwise.

I was the only one sitting in the co-pilot seat, cautiously observing the distant scenery.

When the White Dragon crossed the clouds, lightning struck the warship, causing the entire cockpit to sway.

Piggy patted my shoulder, telling me not to be nervous and assuring me that at least several thousand miles ahead were peaceful.

Entering a state of alert would only be necessary upon entering the area beneath the dark clouds.

He seemed to be quite knowledgeable about the outside world, as there were many small refuges beyond the Great Tang refuge.

However, not every small refuge was striving for the noble ideal of human reproduction.

Many refuges were ultimately just a group of bandits who would exploit anything within their sphere of influence.

Piggy said he personally witnessed a tall tower standing outside another refuge, constructed entirely from bones.

Countless lives were sacrificed to build that thing, including human bones.

As for flesh... Piggy merely smiled and remained silent.

The White Dragon flew continuously for three days, and the distant sky gradually changed its color.

The impact of nuclear explosions had not completely dissipated even after hundreds of years, resulting in thick clouds in the sky.

Within those impenetrable clouds, there was likely still intense radiation, preventing satellite signals from passing through.

The White Dragon needed to fly below the clouds, which significantly reduced its speed to avoid colliding with mountains or building ruins.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong appeared by my side. I didn't know when he woke up.

He mentioned that it had been a long time since he last saw the outside world and suddenly felt nostalgic.

The scenery below had become different from the surroundings of the Great Tang refuge.

The land was desolate, with many places emitting a faint green color but devoid of any signs of life.

Animals resembling hyenas ran on the ground, constantly searching for corpses to devour. Their bodies had undergone mutations.

Some of them had two or three heads, while others had irregular bones protruding through their flesh.

The deer running on the plains were reduced to skeletons with a few tattered pieces of skin.

Glowing hearts continued to beat within the ribcages formed by their skeletons.

These deer didn't eat grass; they gathered in groups on the plains to slaughter hyenas, wild boars, or humans.

Sun Wukong remarked that this was the true scene of the apocalypse. The surroundings of the Great Tang refuge had been cleaned up too thoroughly, and people had already forgotten the horror.

While we were talking, the entire White Dragon was covered in shadow.

A gigantic skeletal raven covered the sky, and both of its heads fixated on the White Dragon.

Piggy immediately returned to the position of the machine gun, and everyone, including me, fastened our seat belts.

As the machine gun slowly elevated, Piggy shouted at Sand Monk:

"Old Sand! Circle around to the back, it's time for battle!"