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To be honest, it's terrifying, it's a feeling of a hundred flowers blooming, and if the Federation doesn't completely control this empire from the ideological level, but lets its ambitions continue, perhaps, this is another Caesar empire, more aggressive and unpredictable.

Go back like this, then he won't be Molden, the Potters, and never return empty-handed.

The Death Trial became the final trial of Molden.

This is also the traditional test place of Tutankhamun's warriors, anyone who survives here for a month can gain Tutankhamun's universal respect and recognition, if they can survive for three months, they will be honored as "Shazam", as long as they go to the royal family, they will get a Shazam badge representing strength and status.

If he didn't get the expected training in Tutankhamun, then at least he had to earn the title of Shazam and return to the Federation, at first, Morden entered the Death Desert with equipment, but soon, he exchanged most of his equipment with Tutankhamun's dirt gadgets, such as swapping tents for radiation-resistant runic bones.

Everything went through this trial in the manner of a native Tutankhamun warrior.

It was the seventh day of Molden's trials, and he had begun to adjust to his surroundings and learn how to find the resources to survive in the land of the dead.

The sky soon dawned, the air began to become scorched, the fishy hot breath with a strong high-dimensional influence radiated this place of death, the runic beast bones emitted the light of power, and the already dim shield was like a squeezed bubble, very unstable, but still dutifully filtered most of the harmful energy. But even so, Morden's skin still felt a tingling pain, as if he was leaning against an iron plate that was slowly heating, not the explosive burn, but just continuous and more and more unbearable.

Moldon took out the water bladder, but soon, he endured it again, stuffed the water bladder back into the backpack, he closed his eyes, trying to ignore these external effects, he needs sleep, only to ensure enough sleep, in order to have enough energy to face the night, high concentration of radiation is dead, but the biggest danger, but also brings the most peaceful time.

Controlling sleep in the midst of pain is a skill that Morden has learned in the past few days, the point is not patience, but breathing, following the breath of the dunes, a bit like a hypnotic method, but not entirely, Morden quickly finds that rhythm and falls into a dream.

But soon, there was a strange rhythm in the sand, which made Moldon in the dream quickly wake up.

From a distance, he saw more than a dozen figures slowly approaching him in the sunlight.

Radiant Man!

In this desert of death, not only Tutankhamun's warriors, but also the mutant group of Radiant people, they, or rather, they, are the enemies and plagues of Tutankhamun's north, once humans, but the highly radiated desert has changed their life structure, only a very small amount of water is needed, anything can become their food, including sand, and radiation is no longer harmful to them, on the contrary, it is the nutrient of their life, equivalent to oxygen for humans.

The Radiant race, under the repeated blows of the Empire, gradually began to withdraw from the north of Tutankhamun, the Desert of Death is their border with the Empire, and Tutankhamun's warriors will test here, so the Radiant people are also hunting humans here, whether it is the hatred of being abandoned by their former compatriots, or the pain of the continuous torture of the flesh by radiation, the living flesh of human beings has become their favorite delicacy.

Morden was targeted, more than a day, they are a cunning race with human intelligence, scouting, judging, and killing with one more blow, and the day of the Death Desert is their time.

Molden smiled and counted the numbers, twelve radiant men, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, took out the water bladder, took a big sip, and ate an anti-radiation tablet, which allowed him to fight in full swing in the radiation for ten minutes, and then he began to seriously wrap his hands in bandages.

Before the Radiant Man completed the encirclement, Moldon rushed out, rushing in front of a Radiant Man like lightning, the ugly and twisted face was covered with green fluff, and the seeping green light could still be seen in the sunlight, the Radiant Man let out a scream, the fishy smell in his mouth came to his nose, Molden pressed out a straight punch without any tricks, and at the same time turned around and flashed the arms that the Radiant Man had embraced, it was a pair of arms that could be seen to rot and bones, not thick, but with the blessing of radiation, the strength was enough to easily penetrate the body defense of the Grey Blood Warrior。

Molden's fist pierced directly into the Radiant Man's neck, and a strangulation force, like a directional blasting bomb, instantly blasted a large hole through the Radiant's strong throat.

Eleven remaining.

Moldon continues to lightning pounce!

However, he didn't realize that from a distance, an army with full anti-radiation equipment was watching this battle coldly.

The tall leader was the only black man who was not wearing radiation equipment, and his eyes became even colder as he watched the lightning-like Molden, constantly circling among the radiant people, and constantly killing the powerful radiation people one after another.

"The Federation people are still a little level, but that's the end of it, release more radiant people. ”

Behind the dunes, more strangely shaped radiant people appeared, as if they had come out of a cage, and frantically pounced on Molden.

This doesn't make sense.

Although Moldon wants to sharpen himself, he is not an idiot, just like he will not go into the wilderness indiscriminately, the people there don't care if he is from the Federation or not, and the radiation people, who are also one of the threats, he also pays special attention to how such a large number suddenly appeared here!

He smelled the smell of conspiracy.

Wazina Oasis.

Lord Vazina was carefully accompanying a middle-aged man whose whole body shimmered like a black glazed gem, the man was always smiling faintly, his dark lips set off his white teeth like snow, and the alternative contrast made people have a handsome and gentle feeling, a strange charm, so that his aura suppressed the entire room, and everyone unconsciously surrendered to him.

"Come, this cup of wine, to the great gods, and thank him for giving us life and strength. ”

The middle-aged man raised the glass in his hand, this is a luxury from the Free Federation, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, the empire is becoming more and more inseparable from the Free Federation, it doesn't matter, but, a single submission, is it really possible to go on like this? When the people see the yellow skin more awe than the lord, how much time do they nobles have to enjoy these things like now?

Enjoyment and ambition are really a dilemma that is difficult to balance.

(The second more is delivered, strive for a monthly pass, thank you!) (To be continued.) )