18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 177

The solar panels were packed away into the Arcadia; just as the two of them were about to descend the stairs, they noticed a mushroom cloud spreading like an explosion, countless flashes of lightning illuminating the clouds.

It was a thunderstorm!

And those billowing, rolling clouds were nimbus clouds.

Lightning, as dense as a centipede's legs, pierced through the clouds, striking the sea surface, forming a tightly knit net of electricity. Over and over again, they ceaselessly radiated high voltage electricity.

This was not some technological light show, but a reality unfolding before their eyes. Stella felt her scalp tingle, and her heart seemed to seize up.

They said the sea was like a mother, but now it was like a mother who had lost her temper, causing such a big commotion. Surely it was not just a simple storm.

Escape? Now it was definitely too late. Even the fastest wheels can't outrun the raging sea.

What to do now? Stella's mind was racing.

Suddenly, she thought of something and hurriedly took it out of the Arcadia. An orange life pod, three meters in diameter, appeared out of nowhere on the rooftop. She hoped it wouldn't have to be used, but it was better to be prepared. Jasper looked surprised for a moment, but quickly snapped back to reality, going down to the second floor to continue packing up, "Rosie, come help me dismantle the air conditioner."

While Rosie was away, Stella kept putting things into the Arcadia: the air conditioner, the washing machine, the refrigerator, the sofa... Thankfully they only had essential supplies, otherwise, who knows how long they'd be packing. When the time came, Jasper demonstrated his SWAT-like speed, moving so fast that even five Stellas couldn't keep up. By the time she finished collecting everything, he had already packed away three air conditioners along with their external units. The sunlight vanished, darkness spreading across the sky.

Having packed everything, the three of them and the dog quickly ran up to the rooftop. The sky was being pushed lower and lower by the lightning, as if an invisible hand was rapidly compressing it, the world becoming increasingly narrow. Wait, this wasn't an illusion, the world really was closing in.

Stella picked up the binoculars, gazing intently. After a while, she realized it was a tidal wave. It was as high as the sky, like a wall advancing from the horizon.

A tsunami!

the anomaly. They were first taken aback, then shocked, and then they started screaming

was dense, screams rose and fell, some turned and ran, some knocked over the elderly or children, and some couldn't bear to leave their tents, wanting to pack them up and escape with them.

ran towards higher ground, others towards the fishing village, fear and despair intertwined. But no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't outrun the tidal wave that was sweeping across the

ants. No matter

didn't even have time to

humans. They used to bravely battle the winds and waves at sea, bringing back abundant harvests each time, providing humanity with boundless hope. However, in the face of a true

the giant fishing boats overturned and sank, disappearing in a blink

and Aqua Base fought each other to death, just wanting to become the real master of this sea area. But all it took was one wave, and the territories they

and the salt fields were washed

Everything was gone.

"Boom!!!"

crashing heavily against the mountainside. Despite being several kilometers away, Stella could feel the spray on her face. And behind the

back to reality, quickly opening the door to the

her seat belt tightly, "Rosie, don't be scared, sit tight

to close the door, she heard the roars of cars on the mountain road, along with

the mountain, trying to get to the highest point to save their lives. The mountaintop villa that

"Quick, quick, get upstairs."

God, they have a life

Some even pulled the people in front of them

even hundreds of people, who usually soaked in milk baths and sipped red wine, wearing either suits or dresses, displaying refined or charming looks, were now more disheveled than the refugees at the

the hell is pulling

steal