Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

There was disgust in the tone, as if the stench was the greatest offense to her.

When the mutant bear heard this, his eyes widened in anger. His blood-red eyes were like burning flames, and his heart was burning with rage.

Its already ferocious face became even more ferocious due to anger, and a low and angry roar came from its throat:

"You are such a fool!"

Its huge body trembled slightly with anger, and its attacks became more fierce.

It pounced towards the gyroscope, and its huge paw swept across with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks. Wherever the paw passed, the air was vibrated and buzzed, as if wailing in pain.

The top was not panicked at all. One of its tentacle accurately wrapped around the mutant bear's arm, trying to contain its attack.

The bear suddenly struggled frantically. Its muscles bulged like hills and its veins bulged, as if an angry dragon was twisting under its skin.

It tried its best to break free from the restraints.

But the gyroscope's tentacles were as solid as a rock, locking it firmly in place.

Just as the bear was struggling, its other paw slapped the gyroscope with an extremely sharp gust of wind, which seemed to be able to cut through steel.

Fortunately, the gyroscope's huge body showed amazing flexibility. It dodged like a nimble flying swallow and easily avoided the fatal blow.

At this time, the remaining tentacles of the gyroscope that were not entangled were like poisonous arrows ready to be shot, aiming closely at the bear's throat, eyes and other vital parts, waiting for the best opportunity to launch an extremely fierce attack.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the battle became increasingly tense and fierce, like a sea in a storm, with huge waves rolling and surging.

Every wave is like the scythe of the god of death, ready to reap lives at any time.

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As for the remaining mutant wolf packs, hyena packs and mutant plants, no one directly confronted them.

They were like a surging black tide, carrying the breath of death, and gathered around the Hope Base in wave after wave.

Their blood-red eyes flashed with greed and cruelty, as if everyone was their long-coveted prey that they couldn't wait to tear apart and devour. Their eyes seemed to be saying:

"You can't escape!"

Everyone at the Hope Base, protected within the metal shield, looked at these aggressive enemies calmly.

To them, this protective shield is a sacred barrier that has been baptized by blood and fire.

Not long ago, a tide of zombies arrived. The horrific scene that covered the sky and the sun is still vivid in our minds. Countless zombies attacked the protective shield like a torrent.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, and fear was hanging over them like a haze.

However, this seemingly ordinary metal shield demonstrated amazing power in that disaster.

It is like a towering mountain. No matter how frantically the zombies attack it, it remains motionless, firmly blocking death and fear out.

It was precisely because of that unforgettable experience that the initial fear in everyone's hearts had long since disappeared.

There was no fear in their eyes when they looked at the enemy, instead there was a flame of battle burning like a raging fire.

Those ordinary people, armed with various long-range weapons, moved quickly and agilely, like the most agile cheetahs in the mountains and forests.

Although they do not have special powers, they have developed extraordinary fighting abilities due to the pressure of survival.

The man holding the compound bow skillfully drew the bow and drew the arrow. The specially made arrows flashed coldly in the dim light and were all aimed at the group of mutant hyenas in the distance.

One of the archers had a focused and determined look, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see through all disguises.

He clenched his teeth, veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and shouted:

"Come on, beasts!"

The voice was like a huge bell, echoing in everyone's ears, showing its fearlessness.

The muscles in his arms were tense like a taut bowstring, and every muscle contained power.

He held his breath and kept his body steady, just to shoot the arrow accurately at the best moment and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

People holding homemade slingshots used their rough but powerful hands to place sharpened stones or cans filled with fuel on the slingshots.

Veins bulged on their foreheads as they pulled the ropes hard and adjusted the angles. The slingshot was like their powerful arms to resist the enemy, carrying the hope of survival.

Others held makeshift Molotov cocktails, the burning liquid in the bottles flashing dangerous light, as if they were flames from hell.

Although there was tension in their eyes, there was more determination. They stared at the hyena pack, ready to throw the Molotov cocktails in their hands at the enemy at any time and let the flames devour these mutant creatures.

Their breathing became slow and steady, as if blending with the surrounding air, and they entered a state of selfless fighting.

Once a hyena approaches, the bowman releases the bowstring without hesitation. In an instant, arrows shoot towards the hyena pack like raindrops. The arrows cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like the call of the god of death.

The catapults were also launched at the same time, and stones and molotov cocktails whizzed towards the enemy, injuring the hyenas or igniting flames when they landed.

The people holding the Molotov cocktails seized the opportunity and threw them towards the area where the hyenas were concentrated, and the flames spread instantly.

On the other side, people armed with knives, guns, sticks and clubs quickly got into position.

They stood in a neat row, like an extremely thick city wall, building an iron line of defense.

Their eyes were filled with determination to fight. Although tension was spreading in their hearts, they knew that in order to survive and to protect their families and friends behind them, they must not retreat even a single step.

A young man held a spear tightly in both hands; the sweat from his palms made the spear barrel slippery.

His forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were as firm as a rock.

He looked at his companion beside him, his lips trembling slightly:

"Brother, we must hold on today and never let those beasts get in."

The companion nodded heavily, his eyes firm with conviction, and tightened the sword in his hand:

"Yes, let's fight them! My family and hope are behind us, we can't let them get any further!"

The two looked at each other, with fearless courage in their eyes.

It is the instinct for survival in desperate situations and the deep love for family and friends, which makes them extremely brave.

At this time, several roots of mutant plants stretched out from the gaps in the protective shield and pounced on everyone with their fangs and claws.

The young man shouted loudly, thrust his spear forward, and stabbed the rhizome accurately with the tip of the spear. He used force to cut the rhizome off.

His companion also wielded his sword and chopped at another rhizome. A cold light flashed, and the rhizome broke with a sound.

The people around also took action, waving sticks, flashing knives, and piercing with guns, fighting a desperate battle with the mutated plants and successfully repelling wave after wave of attacks.