680 Places of Faith
Xiao Zhan walked out of the church and exhaled heavily, both relaxed and heavy.
Entering the Extreme Survival Club got what he wanted, but when he knew that he really wanted to enter, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.
He should be excited to achieve his wishes, because it means that his body may recover completely, but the nature of the Extreme Survival Club is still unclear, and it always gives him a sense of anxiety.
But no matter what, he must go in and try, this is the only hope and the only way to find all now.
To put it more simply, Xiao Zhan had no other choice.
There may be other ways, but when will they be found? A year? Two years? Five years or ten years? He couldn't have waited that long.
Seeing Xiao Zhan walking out of the church safe and sound, the blood-colored fangs also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, put down the sniper rifle and ran over quickly.
"Führer, it's done?" Scarlet Fangs asked.
"It's finished." Xiao Zhan nodded.
Hearing this, the blood-colored fang's face showed great excitement, as if he was happier than if he had gone in by himself.
"I knew you could go in, because you're the Führer!" The blood-colored fangs said excitedly: "This is a mysterious and powerful temple, and it is the existence that all the strong yearn for. Führer, I am proud of you and happy for you! ”
It was sincere, the bloody fangs didn't get in, but the Führer to whom he was loyal did, and when the Führer came out again, he could always learn something about the temple of his dreams through the mouth of the other man.
It's like many people are working towards a goal, so many people only one person enters, how envious the others are.
Probably for most people, hearing about the flowers and trees in this place can make them excited, so there is no jealousy.
There is indeed no jealousy under absolute strength, jealousy only exists at the same level.
"I don't know if I'll be able to come out again." Xiao Zhan took out a cigarette and lit it, and said to the blood-colored fangs: "Every year, there are people who enter the Extreme Survival Club, you know this. But the question is...... Do you know who came out of this club? ”
Hearing this, the blood-colored fangs were stunned, and he immediately searched carefully with his head, but suddenly found that no powerful person had been able to come out of this club for so many years.
It's scary to think about!
"Didn't hear of ......," the blood-colored fangs shook their heads.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils glowed with vigilance.
He knows that some people who have gone in over the years, but those who have gone in have never appeared in this world again.
Why didn't he come out after he went in, he really didn't think about this problem, and he was just troubled by regret all the time.
"But it doesn't matter, since I can get in, I'll definitely go in." Xiao Zhan thought for a moment and said with a smile: "After all, there is no other way to solve my physical condition, uncle, for now, there is only one way to go." ”
"Führer ......"
Xiao Zhan stretched out his hand to break the blood-colored fangs and shook his head at him.
"In my absence, all you have to do is to develop your mercenary organization as much as possible, lay a stronger foundation, and stand firm." Xiao Zhan said: "Not for me, but for you." You've been standing on half a legend for a long time, but you don't know how to make a true legend. A person can't achieve a legend alone, and even if a legend hunts the head, he doesn't fight alone. ”
is about to enter the Extreme Survival Club, and Xiao Zhan finally points this point to the blood-colored fangs.
A person can stand very high on his own, but if he wants to become a true legend, it is never a matter of one person.
Zhao Ziyang is a legend, it was he who made the lurker mercenary group, and it was also the lurker who made him; Long Xiaoqi is a legend, his enemies are all over the world, but friends and brothers also exist in every corner of the world; Xiao Yuanchao is a red murderer who can make the world tremble, but which of his brothers and sisters is weak? Whether it is Xing Zhengrong or Sun Huxiong, or Shen Muzi and Hou Xiaolan, these are all the core layer of his red murderous army.
Not to mention their older generation, just talk about him Xiao Zhan, is it he who made the Führer's troops, or the Führer's troops who made him?
Xiao Zhan understands this too well, but the blood-colored fangs have always wanted to become a legend with their personal strength.
It is precisely because of this that he can only stand here for half a legend, and it is difficult to move an inch.
"One person's strength is limited after all, you can become the king of individual soldiers, but it is absolutely impossible to rely on one person to become a legend." Xiao Zhan spat out a puff of smoke and continued to the blood-colored fangs: "It's not that I want this power to make you a mercenary group, in fact, I don't need it either. No matter how big you make the mercenary group, can it be compared to my Führer's troops? ”
Hearing this, the blood-colored fangs suddenly realized that he had been taking detours for so many years, and he had bent too much.
"It's a pity that my strength is still not good." Scarlet Fangs shook his head: "I can't even pass the test of the Extreme Survival Club." ”
Xiao Zhan smiled, because the blood-colored fangs were digging into the tip of the bull's horns.
"Entering the Extreme Survival Club must be the strongest? No, it's not like that at all, I haven't entered, neither has Augustus the Great, and many, many powerful people haven't entered. Xiao Zhan patted the blood-colored fang's shoulder: "There is no strongest place in this world, and no one can teach the most powerful person, everything has to rely on yourself." Am I strong before? What about me now? Hehe...... Well, it's time for you to go, remember what I said, and only then will you have the potential to become a true legend. ”
The priest came out of the church, holding his Bible, and when he saw him come out, the blood-colored fangs knew it was time for him to go.
"Führer, cherish, I'm waiting for you to return with the storm!"
The blood-colored fangs stood straight, stretched out his right fist and slammed it on his left chest, turning his head away.
Looking at his departing figure, Xiao Zhan took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke heavily, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
"It's not that he's not good enough, it's just not a good fit." The priest who came over said to Xiao Zhan: "Scarlet Fangs is also a person with strong beliefs, he is more suitable for the battlefield than the limit. ”
Not everyone can adapt, and not everyone who doesn't pass is not strong enough, but the same environment may not be suitable for everyone.
"When do I go to the club?" Xiao Zhan snuffed out his cigarette butt and asked.
"Wait here, someone will pick you up." The priest smiled at Xiao Zhan with his Bible in his arms: "May God bless you, may you be able to achieve what you want." Go for it, boy, I don't know what the club is like, but it must be a place of faith. ”
The priest nodded at Xiao Zhan and slowly walked home, leaving Xiao Zhan to wait here alone.
What the hell is going on in the club? I don't know, maybe that's where the faith lies.
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(End of chapter)