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 beach noticed the anomaly. They were first taken aback, then shocked, and then they

turned and ran, some knocked over the elderly or children, and some couldn't bear to leave their tents, wanting

intertwined. But no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't outrun the tidal

as insignificant as ants. No matter how much they struggled, what

of people was instantly swept up by the tidal wave; some didn't even have time to struggle before they were swallowed up. The tsunami carried them away, continuing its unstoppable advance

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 natural disaster, they became like paper-folded toys. Waves

boats overturned and sank, disappearing in a blink of

almost laughable, Odeberg International and Aqua Base fought each other to death, just wanting to become the real master of this sea

and

Everything was gone.

"Boom!!!"

the spray on her face. And behind the dozens of meters high tidal

reality, quickly opening

Jasper settled Rosie in a seat and fastened her seat belt tightly,

she heard the roars of cars on the mountain road, along with the frantic footsteps of people

foot, were swarming towards the top of the mountain, trying to get to the highest point to save their lives. The mountaintop villa that Stella rented was

"Quick, quick, get upstairs."

God, they have a

stop in time, someone crashed into the car in front. Some even pulled the people in front of them out of the way, trying to be the first to

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

who the hell is pulling

steal