"Millions of people slaughtered?"
Nell thought she had heard wrong and stood up to look at Dean, "You're not joking, right?"
In this era, who would dare to directly slaughter millions of people?
That's insane!
Dean shook his head, holding his wife as he approached the computer.
After a complicated authentication, he opened a live satellite projection.
Under the projection, countless zombie-like beings were gathered on the main streets of the city, unmoving, gazing like pilgrims at a giant blue ox that sat cross-legged, measuring over ten meters.
The ox, anthropomorphized, held its hooves to its chest in a flower-pinching gesture, with layers of golden halo behind it, imparting a sense of sacred dignity.
However, with countless zombie-like beings looking at it, the effect was utterly terrifying.
Seeing this, Nell gasped and hid behind Dean, "What...what's wrong with these people?"
"They're dead."
Dean took off his pajamas and reached for his clothes:
