The picket circled on the silver-white sea and began to climb slowly. The city soon became several squares of different sizes and shallow depths among hundreds of bright lines. They needed to cross a vast hilly area to pass over the edge of another city to reach another city. The former was the most crazy and widespread plague. If it weren't for the transportation that could travel about a thousand feet high, even the edge was unwilling to approach. ()

At first, Rosalia tried her best to look out with interest. This was her first time taking a helicopter. Two nannies squeezed her into the middle and half forcedly to stop this seemingly dangerous movement. After about a dozen minutes, she retracted boredly into the comfortable arms of the nannies. All she could see was always a low hill, extending from south to north, whether it was the vast green land, lush trees and valleys or winding past.

The vineyards were covered tightly by the dark and shaking helicopters. The propeller and the motive noise were too regular - a few murmurs Rosalia began to nap with her head down with a drooping nanny unbuttoned the collar of her cape-like coat and placed her head between her arms while the other nanny placed her feet on her knees. Ino carefully wrapped a blanket of velvet carefully.

He stared at his guardian's blanket being pulled to the girl's ears. She only showed a little rosy lips and bulging peach cheeks. The strong wind of the helicopter had not had time to clean up the honey-colored rolls flowed on the ~fish-red velvet blanket - this color is commonly used in religious rituals. The yellow light of the cabin was commonly used in religious rituals. The yellow light of the cabin was plated with a thin layer of golden Rosalia lying across the middle of two black-clothed nanny's face and body slightly turned inward - this scene was like a religious painting that used the full use of light and shadows during the Renaissance.

Rosalia fell asleep - although the maids and Ino would not let her know too much, she could still piece together a fragmented picture from the occasional word - every late night maids served her to sleep and exit the bedroom, she closed her eyes and sank into the darkness to see the little brown bottle... She never thought that the things in it were so terrible - even if Cardinal Tantalus told her not to worry about her and the people around her being infected because they were already undergoing annual physical examinations

After injecting the relevant vaccine, her fear was still accompanied by the increasing number of deaths and daily doubling - the number continued to increase, and the semi-melt white lead-like ghosts that could not see clearly their faces, limbs and bodies, and they quietly passed by Rosalia's bedside. Rosalia knew that they were evil and terrifying, but she could not make any moves or make sounds. The shadow of the last appeared would slowly lean towards her and drifted out of the black hole of the white mask...

Rosalia tried her best to struggle to escape from the threat of death. She tensed her neck and opened her mouth. Her body spasmed in pain. Finally, she screamed in a shrill voice. ()

She found herself still in the cabin and her guardian came to her senses and looked at her worriedly with a look at his mask exactly the same as in the nightmare - the Templars all stood up and one threatened to press his hand with the knight's gloves on the backrest of the driver's seat.

"Where are we?" Ino asked in a deep voice.

****

“Where are we going?”

Almost at the same time the pilot was asked the same question on another helicopter - "City of Valincia." He answered calmly.

Alex raised his head from the screen of the laptop.

From the window, you can see below the city with tall buildings and deserted ports. There are countless thin street lights connected to the streets across the streets. It should not have appeared at 2 a.m. It was as small as a matchbox, as cars, ants, and many other places. It lies near the entrances and exits of several of the most important highways in the city. The helicopter has landed to about 50 feet. It is the lowest altitude of the land when flying by helicopters; even ordinary people can see the layers of isolation rails on the ground.

The undead can still see people's faces in different expressions - sadness, fanaticism, determination, despair, fatigue, hatred, joy... It seems that all the emotions in the world have gathered here.

The city is densely populated and has two bullfighting rings. During the Bullfighting Festival, the city's population has increased sharply to 150,000. As of the time when Alex left St. George, the report was reported at the same time that a total of 596 cases of illness and 69 deaths were reported. Severe hemorrhagic poxvirus patients accounted for 100% of them. The severe case represents the mortality rate of 100%.

They should have left here quickly instead of hovering over the city.

"So, Mr. Driver, what do you want to do?" Wilderger asked lazily against the window. He was just now - or Alex first appeared on the route. He originally thought that this was just one of the countless mistakes made by humans in his short life. But now it doesn't seem like that. He slowly sewed the last stitch on the delicate and unique fish-skinned cloak - originally estimated by the undead. The cloak should have been initially completed before arriving at the temporary quarantine station. Now he had to put the final decoration behind him.

The Templars stood up nervously.

"Please don't touch gentlemen." The driver gave a calm warning: "It only takes a few seconds for the helicopter to crash from a height of 5oo feet - I dare to swear to the Saints that this time is definitely not enough for you to finish your final confession - even if you are as pure as babies, it is not possible for you to not even have time to finish your name, let alone the dying anointing." His tone was very gentle but firm, Wilderge put one hand on the shoulder of a Templar who was obviously a bit too impulsive - no Western Sardinian knew better how a Western Sardinian spoke - they always knew where the other's bottom line was.

The Templar felt a rhino sitting on his shoulders. His young cheeks, almost suddenly fell to his knees in the cabin, turned red in an instant.

“So what do you want to do?”

This time it was Alex's inquiry.

"..." The driver was silent and then he took a deep breath: "I must give you the deepest apology - I want my loved ones to leave the city. They are just visiting bullfighting - I have called them and they are not infected yet - I can't let them stay with Death."

"If they do not let His Highness go, we will land directly in the city center of Valincia." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!