After walking along the dilapidated, messy weeds and randomly scattered gravel, for about five or six hours, when the sun hanging high above the sky, which was like an angel coming, began to dim, Brett saw some scattered low bungalows at the end of his sight, intuition not particularly far away.

"Molos." Brett's thick voice briefly resonated with the roar of the mechanical chariot and the howling wind around.

Molos didn't notice anything, and still held his monocle glasses outlined with golden lace, and was immersed in the content of another "Chekavsk City News" released in March.

It seemed that the passionate speech of former administrator Kaygu in it moved him, and it seemed that the heroic deeds of the legion [warriors] depicted vividly and vividly, moved him.

In short, when Brett's angry roar as a bear came into his ears on both sides of his unkempt cheeks, he "awakened" from the content of the immersed text.

"Moros, are you deaf?"

"No, no, I'm too focused." Molos smiled embarrassedly.

He turned his head and looked at Wright, who was sleeping by one hand, leaning against the left window, and Miyou, who was still curled up and resting on the right window for a nap. He chose to carefully fold the newspaper three times and put it under his butt, and stuff the glasses into the glasses box in the pocket of his shirt.

"Have you arrived?" Molos asked in confusion, slid behind Brett's seat.

"No, it's still early. Now I just saw some scattered bungalows wandering in the wilderness. Maybe there will be a barren village for another one or two kilometers. But I want to look at the map, I don't know if you went to the camp trading area yesterday to buy it." Brett said with a slightly lowered voice.

"I bought it, it's just a simple map. It's much worse than that produced by Socra Material Factory. That one is more like a handwritten version of the handwritten version of the 'Site Hunter' in the wilderness." Molos said helplessly.

Then, he turned over and took out a relatively brand new paper folded several times from the dark lattice at the bottom of the seats where the "Woman Rescued by Wright" was lying in the last row.

After skillfully turning the paper open, Molos searched the Sunnese letters on the map for five or six minutes, and then he barely found an arrow, and the letter "N" that indicates northward.

After blinking his dry eyes many times, searching for another fifteen minutes in the messy map of various signs. Molos relied on his experience and observing the traces of some unobstructed roads and broken buildings outside the car window, and then he barely determined his location.

"Are you okay?" Brett's impatient urging sound came from the front.

"Okay." Molos nodded:

"We should have already traveled halfway through the journey. According to the current time estimate, it will be until night to enter Donusk. There are some village settlements on the edge of the city. The map shows that there should be hundreds to thousands of people. We can requisition their houses for one night according to the imperial law, or pay them money, and then enter the city ruins after they are ready."

"Wouldn't it be fine if we enter the ruins of the city to find some houses? Maybe we can also search for some useful supplies," Brett suggested.

"It's very difficult. First of all, after so many years of plundering explorers and 'residing hunters' from all over the country, the valuable things in the city have long disappeared. After all, Donusk had an unintentional virus in the early days of the New Yuan Dynasty. Although the empire had experienced two military operations called 'Lonely Light' and briefly regained control, it was still unable to put a large amount of materials here. In the end, it could only give up this industrial city and let it return to the embrace of the God of Nature." A hint of melancholy flashed in Molos's eyes, and he continued to add:

"The ruins in the city are mostly debris after being eroded by plants and extraordinary forces, and become shaky. If we sleep in the open, we not only need to inject the sequence 15 regularly, but also prevent the damage caused by the collapse of buildings. Some 'residual hunters' even specifically kidnap us imperial soldiers for ransom. So this is a very bad decision, and a decision that cannot be made unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Is that right? But I am very reluctant to deal with people outside the city and in the wilderness. To be honest, they rarely inject drugs against viruses, nor do they have this kind of consciousness. Most of them have mutated a long time ago, and I always feel very disgusted when I come into contact with them." Brett's wide and angular face showed a disgusting expression.

But his hands wearing tactical gloves were still controlling the modified mechanical chariot smoothly, and it felt like he was controlling a tall and handsome knight-specific mount.

"But they can't be classified as the loser. Many of them, and the villagers of those villages often bring gold and various ores to the towns to exchange for supplies, and even many fur and internal organs of mutant animals. In short, from the economic behavior, they are still on the side of the empire, at least economically inseparable from the empire." Molos said, as if he had thought of something, and stretched out a finger and shook it, continuing:

"By the way, Brett. The map shows that if you see a dry riverbed and a huge steel bridge, it will be not far from the village settlement area, which is a river that once flowed to the 'central lake'. Of course, if we stay a little longer, the convoys behind us that also need to cross the city ruins will meet us. I don't know whether it is a good or a bad thing, in this case."

"Why put a flag on it and make a sign?" Brett suggested, pointing to the two flags placed on the empty co-pilot.

One of them is the national flag of the Sunnese Empire, with red as the base, and in the middle is a majestic double-headed eagle, with a star in its mouth, which seems to be protecting them.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The other is just the exclusive flag of the Socrates Guard. The pure black background is a white double-headed eagle in the middle, and the lower part is the cross-impact of the "Longsword Hammer" in the Guards medal.

"I think not." Molos shook his head and said negatively:

"It's so ostentatious, and I heard that the capital Sogra has not been very good recently. More and more people say that the city of Sogra wants to rebel against the empire. Yesterday you also heard that the soldiers of the Shnetsk Legion said that they had beaten a few disobedient Sogra legions. They dare not mess with you and Wright now. After all, one is Silver Blade 5 and one is Terracotta 2. If the situation changes, I'm afraid you have to throw away the silver-white uniform and put on clothes similar to me."

"That's right." Brett thought and agreed.

After driving along the increasingly dilapidated, yellow sandy and even cracked road, Brett finally saw the low bungalow nearby.

Brett noticed that the bungalows seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

The straw on the top fluttered in the wind, and there was no glass on the windows, and even the doors of several houses were open, revealing the dark and dark parts inside.

"Moros, I still feel that those wandering people in the villages in the outside world are disgusted." Brett broke his brief calm and said:

"I remember that near Kusha, near the forest below the mountains there were some mutant humans. They were not psychopaths, and they were called 'dwellers' at that time. Many people were short, some were red like mice, with slender tails, and even had natural fear of cats and tigers. Some had the appearance of cockroaches, a pair of slender tentacles, and a pair of insect-like compound eyes, so they didn't grow two long legs."

Brett stretched out his right hand and gestured, as if the legs were growing on his hands and were being controlled by him.

"'Rat Indifference','Indifference', this should be a more formal title. I remember a few years ago, in order to take care of their feelings, the Empire also considered some of the people as psychics. Of course, they have always been our fellow countrymen in law and cannot be considered aliens. I think you cannot underestimate those lower creatures and insects. Although they live in the darkness, many of them are synonymous with weak and humbleness, they have the abilities that many people dream of." Molos's eyes seemed to be emitting light, and he said.

"What ability? I'm curious." Bret asked with interest.

“Eternal life, or immortality.”

"Eternal life?" Brett wondered, and his heart suddenly touched.

"Their vitality is extremely tenacious, especially cockroaches. If they do not use powerful physical forces, such as flames or boiling water, they can even reproduce in oil and garbage. Generations of insect descendants will permeate the filth, not only can they resist viruses and extraordinary forces, but also radiation. As we all know, tenacious vitality is about immortality. And, Brett," Molos asked, holding his chin and sitting on a leather-paved seat.

"Have you heard of the man who was cursed by 'Eternal Life' in the legend of Everlasting?"

"I want to hear it, it's very interesting, just to relieve boredom for the boring journey." Bret nodded.

"Legendary: In the middle of the Steam Age, that is, before the century war between the Eventry Empire and the Cruzde Empire, almost from the time of the reign of Eventry Relex II to Relita I, the Prime Minister of the Empire, Kyle was a man cursed by immortality." Molos paused for a moment, and he found that his lips began to dry out during the journey to the Gobi desert.

He reached out and took out the military kettle under his feet, unscrewed the bottle cap tied with a slender rope, and he "guru" poured one-third of the clean drinking water with some sugar added.

After closing the cap back, he pursed his lips and continued:

"Legends say that he lost his way in the Irvingle Iceland in the early days of the Steam Age and was imprisoned in the ice for hundreds of years by the servants of the Lord of the Dark Night. After some reason, the iceland began to gradually thaw, and he was released. He walked alone in the Irvingle Irvingle Irvingle for two years, and finally arrived at the capital of Irvingle.

He then wandered in the capital for more than two hundred years, but when he first came into contact with the princess at that time, the princess was surprised to find that the man in front of her looked only in her twenties, with a strong figure, fair skin, and even a face with a straight facial features, with a sharp edge and handsome face, which immediately made the princess intoxicated.

After a few years, Kyle naturally became the Prime Minister of the Empire in his underground relationship with the princess. Then he participated in the assassination ceremony called "Slaying Icefield Bears". After killing Rex II, he supported Princess Relita to the throne and eventually destroyed the entire empire."

After listening to the semi-mythical and semi-historical "small story" told by Molos, Bret remained silent for a long time.

When the roar of the mechanical chariot accumulated to a certain level, Molos saw Brett's face gradually gloomy, frowning and melancholy through the mirror in front of the car.

"'Eternal Life' is indeed a curse." Bret sighed and said:

"It seems that if God gives someone eternal life, it will definitely cause him to suffer, or do something that will cause others to suffer. Just like the unintentional person, in theory, the life of the unintentional person can reach eternity. It is only after counting the corrosiveness of the scalp fluid and the wear and tear caused by frequent purposeless wandering, that there is a saying of 150 to 300 years of life."

"Yes," Molos echoed:

"As for speaking, there weren't many unintentional people on the way, let alone the lost ones. But Bret, we need to be careful about this. If even the scattered enemies along the way are unable to see them, they will definitely gather somewhere, and may cause damage to our next trip across the Dunusk ruins and that mission."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That...task? By the way, Molos, I still want to hear the details." Brett turned his head and said with a worried look on his face.

"Yes." Molos nodded, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, he crossed his hands on his chest, beat his chest three times, and then reached his hand on his forehead, and gently tapped his forehead with the joint of his thumb three times, murmured:

"The Lord of the Dark Night blesses me."

"Give me a short-lived power of darkness."

"Cover the eyes that belong to wisdom and confuse clear and wise thinking."

“Give me the ability to communicate!”

Along with Molos's spirit, a rich black color suddenly appeared on his hands.

The pure black magic power belonging to the dark quickly turned into some messy silk threads. Under the control of Molos's complicated movements, they were completely condensed together, forming two dark balls.

He used two index finger tips wearing brown tactical half-finger condoms to manipulate the light balls that emitted purple lightning outwards.

Along the predetermined track, a dark ball moved forward in a spiral shape and floated into Brett's right ear.

The other one was pressed into his ear with his index finger.

"Brett, can you hear it?" Molos's sharp voice appeared in high-fidelity state and suddenly appeared in Molos' ears.

"Magic, your voice is so clear. It's like... it's like you're talking to me in my body. If you hadn't shown me your magic power once in Chekavsk, I might have shot you on the spot as a loser." The unique and mellow voice belonging to Brett also appeared in Molos's ears.

"The communication ability of 'Black Word' is a little more intelligent than the technology left by Cruiser. After all, there are noises in the intercom opportunities, and the magic power will not. As long as we are thinking about something in our hearts, the other party can clearly hear it. Brett?" Molos asked with his chin in his hand and "thinking".

"Um?"

"The Dunusk ruins, the sequential monster deep in the steel-enclosed lake, Socra's order was indeed to let Wright contact, right?" Molos' tone mixed with a hint of worry, so he sought confirmation.

"Yes, but...but, we seem to be in danger!"

Brett's last words actually shouted out.
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