Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
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!
Affected Parties
Rhizen appeared at one side of the desert region, staring at the scene happening in the Pitcher Plant Forest. All he did was observe the luck values of the place, smiling for a moment before chasing after Yulna that had appeared.
"Dammit!" Yulna didn't even manage to observe what was up with the place when thousands of Homing Feathers chased after her, causing her to flap her wings in a fluster and fly away, breaking the sound barrier to do so.
Boom!
Attacks from both entities met in the air, resulting in loud explosions whose sounds were like thunderclaps, frightening the three Blight Humans and two Horned Humans.
'So, this is God Mother's true strength.' Feleokruna stared in amazement, wondering, 'Just how high of a Stage do I have to reach before I wield such heaven-defying power?'
She then frowned, noticing Yulna focused entirely on the defensive, showing no other intentions than to run away, 'Why…is she not trying to fight him?'