State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
"Hah!" Xuna threw a Healing Rod into the sea of flames while creating a shield using the rope of her Grappling Hook, defending against the laser attack with it.
She then switched her gun to its vacuum cleaner state, spitting out the snow she had stored in it, instantly dousing the sea of flames before she rushed in, grabbed Yihan, and pulled him out, flying high into the sky to evade attacks from their enemies.
With a full-powered thrust from her rocket, they reached an altitude of two kilometres within a few seconds. Her rope that had been surrounding them in a protective embrace, forming the shape of a rocket to protect them from the wind draft, retracted as Xuna looked at Yihan in a hurry, "Yihan!"
"I'm not…dead." Yihan gasped for air, coughing out blood as fragments of his armour fell off, revealing an almost burnt body beneath. He was suffering from fourth-degree burns.