The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

"Go back! Everyone, go back!"

In the crowded crowd, Yan Huan struggled to push aside the foreigners who kept pushing forward, grabbed the arm of a black-haired man, and pulled him back with force.

"Why are you pulling me?" The man was trying his best to squeeze forward, but was suddenly pulled back. He immediately became furious. He turned around, staring at Yan Huan with red eyes, and raised his hand to slap Yan Huan's bruised face. "I was here first, I was here first!"

Yan Huan turned his head to hide, but there were too many people around him and he was squeezed unable to move. He was hit by the man head-on. The crisp sound of the slap did not even attract any attention in the boiling crowd.

Everyone is rushing forward, fearing that if they are a second late, they will miss the ferry to eternal life.

After being slapped on the head, Yan Huan tasted a rusty taste in his throat. His already injured nose was bleeding again.

Even so, his hand still pinched the man's arm like an iron clamp, and his face was livid and he refused to let go.

"That's all a lie. You have no idea what they're going to do with those people. Get back now!"

"Puh--" The man opened his mouth and spat out a lump of thick phlegm. This time Yan Huan dodged fast enough, but was still sprayed in the face by the smelly saliva.

"There are only 2000 spots in total. If you pull me down, you'll get one, right? It's ok that ordinary people don't get to enjoy good things normally, but you're trying to grab this kind of thing. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The man started cursing, but Yan Huan ignored him and dragged him to the side of the road and handed him to the Eagle City guards. He then turned around and tried to rush into the crowd again.

However, what I saw before me was a huge crowd of people rushing forward. Looking further ahead, I saw that many people had already passed the inner pier guarded by robots and boarded the ferry to the inner island.

It is said that there are 2000 people from each country, but it seems that the robots are not checking the nationality at all, and there is not even any limit on the number of people.

The large ferry was soon packed, with no place to step on the deck. People on the gangway kept pushing upwards, and some even grabbed others who were within reach and threw them into the sea.

Under the bright lights of the ferry, Yan Huan saw many Oriental people with black hair and brown eyes. A huge feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart. Even if he used the sentinel's special ability at this time, he would not be able to bring so many people off the ferry.

"what--"

Hearing a cry of pain from behind, Yan Huan turned around abruptly. The young guard who had just taken the man from him was hunched over in pain, blood oozing from the gaps between his fingers covering his abdomen. The man had already squeezed into the crowd again, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Wait for me, I'm in the front, it's mine!"

In just a moment of distraction, Yan Huan was pushed further and further away from the little guard by the crowd that was rushing into the main road. He had no time to catch the man, and used all his strength to push through the fanatical crowd and return to the little guard.

But there were just too many people, and as the ferry became fuller and fuller, the people who came later became more excited and pushed even harder.

The young guard endured the pain and tried to grab the black-haired boy who was squeezing past him, but a hand grabbed his wrist from the side.

The hand was slender and well-proportioned, with a dazzling blue gem on the index finger, shining brightly.

A soft white light flashed across his abdomen, and before the little guard could react, the hand had disappeared from his wrist.

Yan Huan, who had been paying attention to the little guard, stood there in a daze. He suddenly felt a slight weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and met a pair of eyes as bright as gems. The white light lit up again, and Yan Huan's burning nose finally breathed in fresh air again. When he came to his senses, his shoulder was empty and the pair of eyes were gone.

Except for the young guard and Yan Huan, no one noticed what happened here, nor did anyone notice that in the dim sky, a woman covered in a dark sari appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

"Beep--" the sound of the ferry's departure whistle resounded through the sky. The sound was like pouring a spoonful of ice water into an already boiling oil pan, and the entire dock exploded.

Screams, cries and prayers in various languages ​​almost blew away the roofs of the buildings on the roadside. Some people accidentally fell and were instantly drowned in the crowd.

The ferry ignored everyone's pleas and requests to stay. The gangway was removed and the ship left the shore. People who had already squeezed onto the dock but had no time to get on board jumped into the trench, trying desperately to catch up with the ferry.

But they forgot that this was not a small stream or river, but a bottomless ocean. Those who jumped into the sea in desperation, together with those who were pushed off the boat before, floated up and down in the waves. Soon some of them became exhausted and struggled to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Dozens of water dragons suddenly rose from the waves, carrying the nearly unconscious drowning people ashore. Yan Huan and the Eagle City guards did not care to distinguish between their own people and foreigners at this time, and could only do their best to rescue the drowning people first.

The people on the shore watched the ferry disappear into the darkness, shouting and wailing as they lamented that they might have missed the closest chance to eternal life in this life.

It was a completely different scene on the ferry. After confirming that they were firmly on the deck, the crowd burst into cheers as loud as a thunderous roar, which could be heard clearly even from far away on the shore.

The people who got on the boat, whether they knew each other or not, couldn't help hugging and kissing each other on the cheeks, and tears of extreme joy rolled down everyone's faces.

They finally no longer had to suffer from disease, hunger, and pain, and finally escaped the precarious life of displacement in the last days and entered the realm of God.

In the shadow of the deck near the cabin, Ai Wanxin, covered in a dark sari, appeared silently behind the excited crowd.

A woman in front of me turned around excitedly. I wanted to open my arms to hug her, but when I met her icy cold gaze, I paused involuntarily.

The woman was puzzled by her calmness. Could it be that she had tried her best to squeeze onto the boat but was not happy?

But soon, the woman was pulled away by other excited people around her, and she immediately forgot the strange thought.

The ferry sailed in the dark and wide trench for a while. The thick fog wrapped the ship tightly from front to back and from left to right. There was no sound of wind or waves on the entire sea. The initial joy faded away, and the fear of the unknown spread silently among the crowd.

In Xue Muqing's memory, the map of Atlantis that Ai Wanxin saw showed that the trench between the outer island and the inner island was only 500 meters. According to the speed of the ferry, it should have reached the shore long ago, but at this time, no land could be seen in front or behind.

No wonder no one has managed to swim across the distance, which is not that long.

This trench is obviously also strange.