Before I had time to digest this joy, the system prompts came one after another!
[Congratulations to the host, you have unlocked the new hidden achievement "Freak Butcher"...]
ah?!
The corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and Xue Yun suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
"Good guy, freak butcher..."
Suspended in mid-air, Xue Yun murmured to himself: "Is it because I killed many wild monsters?"
[Congratulations to the host, for obtaining the achievement reward exclusive skill "Freak Equipment Decomposition"...]
[Exclusive skill "Monster Equipment Decomposition": The host can obtain specific random materials by decomposing idle monster equipment. Such materials can be used to strengthen other monster equipment and enhance the attributes and abilities of the equipment. The decomposed monsters
The tire equipment will no longer exist, please use it with caution as appropriate...]
Damn it...
Another exclusive skill!?
The "Armed Freak Development System" has always brought Xue Yun the greatest benefit. In addition to awakening the physical constitution of the divine martial body, it is the many "exclusive skills" rewarded to him!
Almost every exclusive skill can bring Xue Yun a unique advantage, helping him grow faster in this crisis-filled post-apocalyptic wasteland era.
Quite literally!
For Xue Yun, the role of various exclusive skill blessings is even vaguely greater than the talent of the divine martial body!
Good guy!
Freak Gear Breakdown…
In other words, all the junk in my subsystem space can finally use its remaining heat?!
In the system space, Xue Yun collected a lot of monster equipment, most of which had grades and attributes that were not suitable for use by his own armed monsters.
These things are like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and a pity to throw away!
With this exclusive skill, it's time to clean up the inventory in the system space...
Standing alone high in the sky.
Xue Yun rubbed his chin, feeling a little excited in his heart. Just when he was thinking about whether to try it right away, a deafening trumpet sound suddenly came from behind him!
beep--
The bullet-shaped front of the car shone with dazzling luster in the sun.
The violent locomotive hovered behind him, the maglev engine buzzed, and the blue flames on the tail of the steel beast loomed, as if it had been waiting for a long time...
"Get in the car quickly..."
Through the loudspeaker in the carriage, Zhao Tianyi's voice sounded sonorous and powerful: "Or do you want to fly to the holy city of Jakarta alone?"
What an international joke!
This place is at least several hundred kilometers away from Jakarta. If Xue Yun flew there with multiple weapons, he would definitely die of exhaustion on the way.
Although he is somewhat aggressive, he is not that aggressive yet...
Buzz——
The violent locomotive's body slowly tilted over, and the carriage door on the side opened in response.
At the door of the carriage, Zhuge Gangtang and Xiaogu were waving to him in the high-altitude wind.
Wan Ran smiled and Xue Yun felt warm in his heart.
The ground was dilapidated and apocalyptic, and in the distance there was an imperial city shrouded in war waiting for them.
Various warlord forces are criss-crossing each other, and the mysterious Pandora Biotechnology Company is trying to make a move behind the scenes...
Unknowingly.
Xue Yun's team seems to have been deeply involved in this crisis-filled dispute, and they will face endless challenges.
But, what is there to be afraid of?!
As a member of the post-apocalyptic wasteland era, young people should not be afraid of power and pursue the fairness and justice in their hearts!
Although the group of friends in front of him, and even Xue Yun himself, have different personalities, they are exactly the same people at heart!
"Let's go..."
After shaking off his multiple armed states, Xue Yun jumped into the carriage, smiled and said loudly: "Target - the holy city of Jakarta..."
…
at the same moment.
The holy city of Jakarta is hundreds of kilometers away.
The city, which has gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes, is crumbling in flames...
The artillery fire from various rebel groups has been going on for three days and three nights, and the outer moat has been scorched by the scorching flames and evaporated to dryness.
The continuous city walls are crumbling here and there, and no houses or farmhouses remain.
Today's Jakarta is a scorched earth, with mourners everywhere. The prosperity and vitality of the past have long since disappeared!
The only inner imperial city that is still intact.
The old king Ackerman Blaise sat on the throne in the hall with a decadent face. Under the simple royal robe, he had a thin and old body, and his wrinkled face was full of sorrow.
Years of war have left the old king mentally and physically exhausted.
He had made great aspirations since he took the throne.
In our lifetime, we must restore peace to the entire Emirate of Barcelona, and at least let the people live a peaceful life with no worries about food and clothing, without having to worry about war.
After reigning for more than thirty years, the old king believed that he worked hard to govern and never slacked off in dealing with government affairs.
It's a pity that God doesn't fulfill his wishes. No matter how hard he tries, there seems to be a pair of invisible hands behind this country, constantly stopping him!
The separatism and rise of the four major warlords were exactly the tragedy that happened during his term!
Nowadays, most areas of the Emirate of Barcelona have fallen into the hands of rebels and local forces, and the imperial city is in danger.
As the king, the elderly Ackerman feels that he has an unshirkable responsibility...
"well……"
Gritting his teeth, the old king's eyes dimmed and he murmured to himself: "Is it really God who wants to destroy our Emirate of Barcelona?!"
The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly broke the calm.
A guard from the Imperial City rushed into the hall. The moment he saw the king, he knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, the Imperial City Guard has something important to report!"
"Tell me..."
With a sad smile, Ackerman raised his hand and said: "Which rebel group has entered Jakarta again?"
"No... not the rebels!"
The guard lowered his head and responded excitedly: "Yes... General Mecca has returned to the city!"
"What!? Hurry, bring him to see me...",
Unable to bear it, the old king stood up abruptly. The old king's body trembled, and his eyes that were originally dull suddenly rekindled with a look of hope!