บท 976: Last Hour

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A crowd of three million people had gathered and swarmed at the eastern gate of the Platoon 1 base. The entire base, or rather, stronghold was certainly such a sturdy and complex structure worthy of being built and bearing the name of the Nephilim.

However, such sturdiness and complexity were also the reason as to why there was a blockage in the midst of the group of survivors who were passing through the gate.

The steep paths, narrow passages, and many traps meant that the survivors whose conditions were mostly only on par with normal adults had a hard time getting through the gate into the base.

In the meantime, Roran and Julian were both using the last bit of their stamina to resist the incoming Abyss creatures that were coming ferociously from two different sides. Deafening roars and ear-piercing shrieks resounded through the air as they killed every Abyss creature that attacked them.

"Hold the defensive line!! Hold!"