509. Chapter 508. The Stone Sculpture of the Lonely Man
Chapter 509 508. Stone Sculpture of the Lonely Man
The Stone Sculpture of the Lonely Man.
It is a rather majestic cemetery. Anonymous has experienced a long time in the desert, and when he saw the large garden, he felt relaxed and peaceful in his heart.
This is a cemetery that occupies a large area and is surrounded by an iron fence on the outside. The stone sculpture of the Lonely Man is in the center of the garden.
Motorcycles were parked outside one after another, and there was an endless stream of people coming to sign up. All kinds of motorcycles parked outside the cemetery turned into a sea.
Everyone must walk here to show respect for the saint.
Anonymous also got out of the car with the Illuminati boss, speechless.
"If you speedsters really care about him."
"It should be smashed with a hammer."
"Instead of leaving it here forever."
"As a souvenir."
Anonymous knew that what these outlaws admired and worshiped was not the stone sculpture, but a symbol of their own desire, a strong desire to be free.
It sounds really wonderful.
In order to find such a symbol, he has to be imprisoned forever, and if the price of freedom is, the freedom of others must be restricted.
Just like the hero in everyone's mind, in order to express his yearning for a certain spirit, he had to be deified and eternally nailed to the cross of honor, becoming a symbol of some greatness.
The worker bees can leave and the drones can fly away.
Is only the queen bee a slave?
time.
Anonymous seemed to have realized something.
So, is there real freedom in the universe?
The wasteland's way of longing for freedom is obviously wrong.
So what can be called correct?
Some kind of intangible...
All the violent and cruel resentful souls wandering in the deep world.
Maybe in some sense.
Detained.
Original chaos.
Just when Wumingshi's heart was in a mess, as if he had captured something extremely important, just as he was thinking, he was interrupted by the boss of the Illuminati.
"Forehead……"
Through this period of getting along with each other, the middle-aged man already knew what kind of person Wuming Doe was, and warned him repeatedly not to mess around.
The middle-aged man knew that the Nameless One was very capable, no one was his enemy, and he acted quite randomly. It might be possible to smash the stone statue into pieces with a hammer.
"Never do that."
"It's more serious than breaking the rules of heaven."
"It means being an enemy of the entire wasteland."
The middle-aged man continued to add that every giant speedster who has reached an agreement has a top-notch strongman guarding the stone sculpture at all times, so that no mistakes can be made.
"I was just kidding."
"Don't be so nervous."
Of course Anonymous would not do that. In fact, outside the cemetery, he had already felt a looming pressure.
This wasteland.
Because there is no space, just correction.
It can be said to be infinitely small, or it can be said to be infinitely large. By gathering all the people who have crashed in the teleportation array throughout the ages, the average level of its exponential strength may far exceed that of most planes.
Those who dare to participate in this violent road are all people who have strong confidence in themselves. Although this place is full of desert and debris and is extremely remote, it also has many more powerful people than the Deep Blue Realm.
By.
Anonymous has discovered that several speedsters are close to the level of dominance.
The wrestling match was interrupted midway.
Anonymous has always had some regrets, never really letting go and doing something big, but now he finally has the chance.
Under the leadership of the Illuminati boss, Anonymous followed him into the beautiful and pleasant cemetery. After walking in this magnificent garden for a while.
Finally we arrived at the Stone Sculpture of the Lonely Man.
But you can't get close, you can only look up at it from a distance of hundreds of meters.
This is a person sitting cross-legged. Although it is well protected, due to long-term wind and sand erosion, the outline of the facial features and the clothes on the body have become blurred. It is just a human-shaped stone sculpture that can be roughly seen sitting cross-legged. I don’t know.
What I was thinking before I stopped thinking, and what kind of state I am in now.
It was just enshrined by the people in the wasteland and became a coordinate, the starting point of every Fury Road competition.
Come to the registration office.
Several giant speed racing gangs each sent some people to take charge of it. There were many registration points, because there were a huge number of contestants in each session. There was only one registration point, and the paperwork alone required people to fill out the paperwork.
The Illuminati boss came to a registration point.
He showed his identity as an Illuminati and was a member of the Speeder Party Agreement. He handed over the lottery winnings and registered the number of participants without even writing his name. It was successfully completed.
It's countless times shorter than Anonymous imagined.
"It's that simple?"
Anonymous was surprised that it was such a big deal, but wasn't the money given away for free? Moreover, the amount of the lottery was far beyond Anonymous' imagination.
Although it is not a basic soul with a universal denomination index of 0.5, the converted price is almost several million.
"certainly."
"Then we just have to wait for the official start of the competition in three days."
The middle-aged man answered.
Anonymous then thought about it, although this amount of money was an astronomical amount of money to some individuals who were miserable, but it was nothing to the relatively large Illuminati.
In addition, this may be called a lottery-like thing.
A group of speeding cars can provide huge momentum when breaking through super-realm barriers, in case someone can really break through the extreme speed and break the shackles of the plane.
The people following behind can also leave this wasteland.
It is equivalent to buying a hope with millions of dollars, and whether it succeeds or not, you have to leave it to fate.
Anonymous took one last look at the stone sculpture of the Lonely Man before preparing to leave with the Illuminati boss.
"That person is here..."
"The speedster who has recently become famous in the wasteland."
"It's him, with the scorpion tattooed on his neck, that's right, and the woman following him."
Suddenly the crowd became noisy, and everyone looked at one person.
Anonymous also paused, ready to watch the excitement.
The person with the scorpion tattoo on his neck didn't see it.
Instead, he saw a woman with a sika deer tattooed with simple lines on her neck. She had a good figure, and then she noticed another man.
Her hair stood up like steel needles, and the scorpion stings on her neck had extended to her face, making her look a little ferocious.
"Do you have couple tattoos?"
Anonymous speculated that he had heard from Gordon that there was such a person, a rookie in the wasteland.
"No."
"It is said that they are a brother and sister."
"It's a rare and super-probable event. The man and woman do look very similar. They must have been related by blood during their lifetimes."
"The man with the scorpion tattoo has a very high reputation. He is good at charity and helps those in need. He never takes prisoners or kills anyone. He also spends his money wisely and only participates in various tournaments."
"A saint belongs to you."
The Illuminati boss added.
"Is there such a bad good person?"
The nameless person was so surprised that there was such a person in the depths of the world. It was simply...unbelievable, outrageous and outrageous, so fucking outrageous that he suffocated.
He doesn't believe in evil at all.
He immediately stepped forward and asked him to find two thousand yuan and use it.
