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Chapter 103 Heading to Donusk (Part 2)

After almost five or six hours of walking along a dilapidated road covered with messy weeds and randomly scattered gravel, the sun that hung high in the sky and shined brightly like an angel descended began to dim.

, Brett saw some sporadic low-rise bungalows at the end of his line of sight, in a place that was not particularly far away intuitively.

"Moros." Brett's rich voice briefly resonated with the roar of the mechanical chariot and the howling wind around him.

Moros didn't notice anything. He still held his monocle outlined with golden lace and was immersed in the content of another "Chekavsk City News" issued in March.

It seemed that the content of the impassioned speech by the former administrator Kayin Gukang moved him, and it seemed that the heroic deeds of the legion [soldiers] vividly depicted moved him.

In short, when Brett's angry bear-like roar reached the ears on both sides of his slovenly face, he "wake up" from the text content he was immersed in.

"Moros, are you deaf?"

"No, no, I'm too focused." Moros smiled sheepishly.

He turned his head and glanced at Laite, who was holding the upper handle of the car and leaning on the left window, sleeping, and Miyou, who was still curled up and taking a nap by the right window. He chose to carefully fold the newspaper three times.

Put it under your buttocks and put the glasses into the glasses case in the jacket pocket.

"Are we here?" Moros asked, standing behind Brett's seat in confusion.

"No, it's still early. I just saw some scattered bungalows in the wilderness. Maybe there will be a barren village a kilometer or two further. But I want to see the map. I didn't know you went to the camp trading area to buy it yesterday.

Are you done?" Brett said, lowering his voice slightly.

"I bought it, but it's just a simple map. Compared with the one produced by Sugra Material Factory, it's still much different. That one is more like the hand-drawn version of the 'Ruins Hunter' in the wilderness." Moros said slightly.

He said helplessly, turned over, and took out a relatively new piece of paper that had been folded many times from the secret compartment at the bottom of the seat in the last row where "the woman rescued by Laite" lay.

After skillfully turning over the paper, Moros searched for five or six minutes among the messy and small Zine Empire letters on the map, which looked like mosquitoes, ants and cockroaches, before he barely found an arrow and a sign indicating north.

The letter "N".

Blinking his dry eyes many times, Moros searched for another fifteen minutes in the messy map with mixed signs. Relying on experience and observing some unclear traces of roads and dilapidated buildings outside the car window, Moros finally managed to find his way.

The location is determined.

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

"Okay." Moros nodded and said:

"We should be halfway through the journey now. According to the current time estimate, it will be evening before we enter Donusk. There are some settlements on the edge of the city, and the map shows that there should be hundreds to thousands of people. We can

According to imperial law, requisition their houses to live in ten thousand people, or pay them money and then enter the city when ready."

"What if we enter the ruins of the city and find some houses? Maybe we can also search for some useful supplies." Brett suggested.

"It's difficult. First of all, after so many years of plundering by explorers and 'ruin hunters' from all over the world, valuable things in the city have long been gone. After all, the Unintentional Virus broke out in Donusk in the early New Year. Although the Empire

After two military operations called 'Lonely Light', we briefly regained control, but in the end we were still unable to put a large amount of materials here. In the end, we had to abandon this industrial city and let it return to the embrace of the God of Nature.

." Brett's eyes flashed with a hint of melancholy, and he continued to add:

"Most of the ruins in the city have become crumbling after being eroded by plants and extraordinary power. If we sleep in the open, we not only need to inject sequence 15 medicine regularly, but also prevent damage caused by building collapse. There are even some 'ruin hunters'

'Specially kidnapping us imperial soldiers in exchange for ransom. So this is a very poor decision, one that should not be made unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Really? But I don't want to deal with those people living in the wilderness outside the city. In fact, to be honest, they rarely inject anti-virus drugs, and they have no such awareness. Most of them have already mutated, and they have nothing to do with them.

He always feels disgusted when he comes into contact with me." Moros had a look of disgust on his face.

But the hands wearing tactical gloves still controlled the modified mechanical chariot smoothly, as if they were controlling a tall and handsome knight's special mount.

"But they still can't be classified as the Lost. There are many of them. Villagers in those villages often go to the towns with gold and various ores to exchange for supplies. They even have the fur and internal organs of many mutated animals. In short, from

Judging from the behavior of economics, they are still on the side of the empire, at least economically they cannot do without the empire." As Moros said, he seemed to have thought of something, stretched out a finger and shook it, and continued:

"By the way, Brett. The map shows that if you see a dry river bed and a huge steel bridge, you are not far from the village settlement. Of course, if we stay longer, those behind will also be there.

The convoy that needs to cross the city ruins will meet us. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing in this situation.”

"How about putting up a flag as a sign?" Brett suggested, pointing to the two flags placed on the empty passenger seat.

One of them is the flag of the Zine Empire, with a red background and a majestic two-headed eagle in the middle. There is a star in the mouth of each head, which seems to be protecting them.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The other is the exclusive flag of the Socra Guards. In the middle of the pure black background is a white double-headed eagle, and below is the Guards Medal.

The content of the cross-collision of "Long Sword and Hammer".

"I don't think so." Moros shook his head and denied:

"It's too arrogant, and I heard that the reputation of the capital city of Sokra is not very good recently. More and more people are saying that the city of Sokra wants to rebel against the empire. You also heard it yesterday. Those soldiers of the Zhnetsk Army said that only

I beat up a few disobedient members of the Sugra Legion. They don't dare to mess with you and Laite now. If the situation changes, I'm afraid you will have to throw away your silver-white uniforms and put on my clothes.

"

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

After half an hour of walking along the road that looked more and more like dry loess, Brett finally saw the low-rise bungalows nearby.

While driving at high speed, Brett noticed that those bungalows seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

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

"Moros, I still feel uncomfortable with the homeless people in the villages in the outer areas. I remember that near Kusha, there were some mutated humans near the forest under the mountains. They were not considered superpowers. They were treated by us at that time.

Called 'wanderers', many of them are short in stature, some look like mice with red eyes and long slender tails, and even have a natural fear of cats and tigers. Some have the appearance of cockroaches, with a bunch of tiny

Long antennae, a pair of insect-like compound eyes, and simply no more two legs." Brett stretched out two fingers on his right hand and gestured, as if the two legs had grown on his hand.

"'Rat aliens', 'Insect aliens', these should be more formal titles. I remember a few years ago, in order to take care of their feelings, the empire counted some people as superpowers. Of course, they have always been legally

They are our compatriots and cannot be counted as aliens. I think you cannot underestimate those lower creatures and insects. Although they live in the darkness and are often synonymous with being weak and humble, they have abilities that many people dream of." Mo.

Ross's eyes seemed to be shining as he said.

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

"Eternal life, or immortality."

"Eternal life?" Brett asked doubtfully, and his heart was suddenly touched.

"Their vitality is extremely tenacious, especially cockroaches. If they are not treated with strong physical force, such as flames or boiling water, they can even continue to reproduce in oil and garbage. Generation after generation of insect descendants will permeate the dirty place.

, they can not only resist viruses and extraordinary powers, but even resist radiation. Their community is equivalent to gaining immortality. As we all know, tenacious vitality is equivalent to eternal life. And, Brett," Moros held his chin and sat back.

On the leather-covered seat, he asked:

"Have you heard of the legend of being cursed with 'immortality' spread by Avant?"

"I want to listen to it. It's very interesting. It'll just relieve the boredom of the boring journey." Brett nodded.

"Legend has it that in the middle of the Steam Era, that is, before the century-old war between the Ewente Empire and the Crusted Empire started, Ewente came almost during the reign of Rex II to Lelita I, and the Imperial Prime Minister Kay

You are a person who is cursed for eternity." Moros paused, and he found that his lips began to become dry during the journey in the Gobi Desert.

He reached out and took out the military water bottle under his feet. After unscrewing the bottle cap tied with a slender rope, he drank a third of the clean drinking water with some sugar added.

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

"Legend has it that he lost his way in the Eventre Icefield at the beginning of the Steam Age, and was imprisoned in the ice for hundreds of years by the servants of the Lord of the Night. After that, for unknown reasons, the ice field began to gradually thaw, and he was alone in the ice field again.

It took him two years of walking before arriving in the capital. He then wandered around the capital for more than two hundred years, but when he first came into contact with the then princess, the princess was surprised to find that the man in front of her was only in his twenties.

His appearance, strong figure, fair skin, and even a sharp-edged face with straight facial features made the princess intoxicated.

A few years later, Kyle naturally became the prime minister of the empire. Then he participated in the assassination ceremony known as the "Ice Bear Slaughter". After killing Rex II, he supported Princess Lelita to take the throne, and finally

Destroyed the entire empire."

After listening to the half-mythical, half-historical story told by Moros, Brett remained silent for a while.

When the roar of the mechanical chariot accumulated to a certain level, Moros saw Brett's gradually gloomy face in the front mirror, with his brows furrowed and his eyes melancholy.

"'Eternal life' is indeed a curse." Brett sighed and said:

"It seems that if God bestows eternal life on someone, he must also cause him to suffer, or do something that causes others to suffer. Just like the unintentional person, theoretically the life of the unintentional person can reach eternity, but it just doesn't count.

The corrosiveness of the burning liquid and the wear and tear caused by frequent aimless wandering have led to the saying that it has a life span of 150 to 300 years."

"Yes," Moros agreed:

"I haven't seen a few unintentional people along the way, let alone the Lost. But Brett, we have to be careful about this. If we can't even see scattered enemies along the way, then they will definitely gather.

Somewhere, it might cause damage to our subsequent journey across the ruins of Donusk, and to that operation."

"That... action? Speaking of Moros, I still want to hear the details." Brett tilted his head and said with a worried look on his face.

"Okay." Brett nodded, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, he crossed his hands on his chest, beat his chest three times, then stretched his hand to his forehead, tapped his forehead three times with the knuckle of his thumb, and murmured:

"The Lord of the Night has blessed me."

"Give me a brief moment of dark power."

"Covering the eyes of wisdom, confusing clear and wise thinking."

"Give me the ability to communicate!"

Along with Moros' spirit formation, a rich jet black color suddenly emerged from his hands.

Those pure black dark magic powers quickly turned into some messy threads, and under the control of Moros's hands performing complex movements, they completely condensed together to form two dark balls.

He used the tips of his two index fingers wearing brown tactical half-gloves to manipulate the light balls that emitted purple lightning.

Along the predetermined trajectory, a dark ball advanced in a spiral shape and floated into Brett's right ear.

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

"Brett, can you hear me?" Moros's sharp voice suddenly appeared in Moros's ears in a high-fidelity state.

"It's amazing that your voice can be so clear. It's as if...as if you were talking to me in my body. If you hadn't shown me your magic once in Chekavsk,

Yuanli, I will probably treat you as a lost person and shoot you on the spot." Brett's unique and mellow voice also appeared in Moros's ears.

"The communication ability of the 'Language of Darkness' is a little better than the technology left by Crusted. After all, the intercom will make noise, but the magic source power will not. As long as we are thinking about something in our hearts, the other party can hear it clearly.

What about Brett?" Moros asked "thinkingly".

"Um?"

"At the Donusk ruins, that Sequential Monster sticking out of the steel-enclosed lake, Sugra's order was indeed for Laite to come into contact with it, right?" Moros asked with a hint of worry in his tone.

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


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