Everyone has their own mission, Andy and others are tasked with stopping the pursuers, Sailfish is tasked with transporting the future, and Supal and his party are tasked with taking the wealth of the scavengers out of the control of the Global Human Alliance.

The foundation is very rich, and as the source of funds for the foundation, the total assets of the Spark Consortium ranked 9th in the world in IC63, and it has maintained a strong upward momentum. But compared to the books and patents collected by countless waste pickers over the past 30 years, simple money has become less valuable.

Science is systematic, and the value of the old world patents and texts collected by the scavengers is far more than the pictures and texts themselves, and the explosion of science in both the Ark and Maori is largely based on the massive discoveries made by the scavengers, and the revival of the global humanities is even more so. Su Zhi once said that the collision of ideas with the great scientists of the previous generation made him understand the direction of scientific development.

How much has the scavenger's discovery been used to date? The most optimistic estimate is about 60%, which is not counting the repeated inspiration of inspiration, so when Supar and others decided to abandon Izumo and Nagahama, they chose to take with them not the Spark Foundation, but these cumbersome materials known as the crystallization of the old generation's thinking, which are enough wealth to support the resurgence of waste pickers.

As the sun rose, four light desert vehicles of Supal and his party galloped on the Tsushima seabed. The first two were seated by Supal, Mo'er, Okita, and Sule, all four high-level combat forces, and the two at the back of the fall were separated by a hundred meters, and were driven by the disciples of the Yanagi First Lineage who escorted the materials.

The Tsushima seabed is a product of the geomorphological changes after the nuclear war, and the part that rises to the surface is extremely narrow, less than 1,500 meters at the widest point and only more than 300 meters at the narrowest point. Especially in the breach area, a few kilometers wide can only be passed through at low tide, and this alone gives the intercepting side an advantage.

"Old man, how far is it from the second fracture?" Okita pulled the accelerator and ran to Supal's side, Sule in the back seat had a stinky face, and the prince was losing his childish temper.

"3 km." The old man's goggles are a treasure, they used to be the standard configuration of the Ark Escort, maps, sections, directions, and altitudes are all available, but because it is impossible to connect to satellites in this era, dense data crawls like ants all over the built-in screen of the goggles, and it is indispensable for calculation and experience to use it well, so that there are very few people who actually use this scavenger artifact.

"What about the tide level?"

"Low, you can pass." Supal made a simple calculation, "The next high tide in 2 hours." ”

"Boy, get ready for battle!" Okita let out a long roar, and the motorcycle-style desert car roared past the wingman, and it was a dusty ride.

"Mo'er, are you ready?" The folds on the old man's face were wrinkled together, full of a kind smile.

A hiss wind bounced from the quiver to his hand, and was falsely buckled by Mo'er to the mistletoe, and the arrow pointed downward: "The arrow is on the string." The little girl replied earnestly.

The narrow breach is the best blocking point, since the first break passed safely, then the enemy must be in the second, this one is not an ambush, it is a charge.

"Mongolian women would watch men charge from outside their tents."

"The women of Gaul will charge with their own men!" The little girl spoke categorically, and her face was red and dripping blood.

"Hahaha, good!" Supal laughed heartily, "Sule has found a good daughter-in-law!" ”

"Grandpa!" The morning sun, the white sand, the delicate sky.

……

Sprint, sprint, Mo Liyun broke through the sound barrier and collided with Li Dajiang in the air.

"Meteor Strike!"

"Feather Coat!"

Rumble! The fists of the two collided unreservedly, Mo Liyun flew back dozens of meters, and with the help of the force, the swords of the eagle strike staggered into a halberd, and the green energy blade pointed directly at Li Dajiang: "Shanlan!" ”

The green wings erupted, Mo Liyun spun and turned into a green light, and the energy blade tore through the lava wrapped around the opponent's surface, and with a thud the two crimson swords were put together.

"I can think of using a high-pressure gas wall to block the spread of high temperatures, it seems that your review of the battle in Loulanhai has done a good job." The lava faded, and Li Dajiang's white hair flew.

"After all, no one wants to do it again after the experience of being carried like a dead dog, even if he is a senior of the Guardians." The stinky boy sneered at each other, and he didn't want to eat at all.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths are not the style of the Mo family." Li Dajiang frowned slightly, the four generations of the Mo family, Mo Gang is his chief, Mo Siwu is his comrade-in-arms who taught him, and Mo Ju was killed by him. He has a deep grudge with the Mo family, and in addition to memories, he is more guilty.

"Turning their backs on the enemy is not the strength of the convoy!" Mo Liyun's eyes were red, he didn't know the real cause of Mo Ju's death, but Su Zhi's death was inseparable from Li Dajiang, compared to Fanor, Li Dajiang, who was regarded as an idol and martyr by the children of the escort team since childhood, made Mo Liyun hate it even more.

"Don't try to provoke me." With the strength of both hands, Li Dajiang swung his eagle strike, and dozens of lava gathered into bundles and stabbed at the opponent.

"Infuriate a fart, Scythe!" Mo Liyun flipped in the air, his hands abandoning the Eagle Strike, and eight spiky cones formed in the flip, shooting towards the lava beams.

Boom Boom! The spike crumbled, and the turbulent currents that erupted cooled the lava surface, slicing the newly formed volcanic rock into powder, obscuring the view of both sides.

"Gangfeng!" Hundreds of swords shattered the lava, piercing the mist that covered most of the sky, scrambling to plunge into the lava shield laid by Li Dajiang's wave.

"Control has grown." Raising his hand, he knocked off the two eagle strikes mixed in the gangfeng, and the shield retracted back into Li Dajiang's sleeve along the tip of the sword. Mo Liyun's attack has not posed much threat to him so far, this is normal, what is abnormal is that he actually found that he does not have too good means to threaten Mo Liyun.

The third order and the third order are different, at least when he was in Loulanhai, Mo Liyun was not his enemy, and in just a few years, the young man had already stood on the same line of battle with him to some extent. How old is he? 18, or 19?

"Don't judge me in the tone of an elder, old thing." The eagle flew back to Mo Liyun's side, and was held by him with outstretched hands, the handle butt to the handle, and the energy blade swelled and bent in a buzzing sound, turning into a stringless bow arm. Mo Liyun stretched his bow, and the strings that were purely condensed by energy were filled, and the air gathered into a band of light wrapped around his right hand, condensing little by little along the arm that was pushed back into an arm-thick arrow-shaped air flow.

The outline of the arrow is blurred, and strands of silk are wound around it like a cocoon, wrapping around the edges and holding them in place, eventually turning into a long stick without a head and wings.

"Let's see if your tortoise shell can continue to protect you, White Pony!" The long arrow shoots out, and it begins to disintegrate from the very end, pushing the arrow faster and faster, and it looks like a copy of Mo'er's duel arrow.

In less than 10 meters, the long arrow has exceeded the speed of sound, but the body of the arrow has only disintegrated by a third, and it is still accelerating.

Li Dajiang's face became solemn for the first time, and his double swords pulled out red and bright sword flowers, like roses blooming in the air. As the roses bloom, layers of lava as thin as millimeters spread out in layers, lava, volcanic rock, lava, volcanic rock, and thousands of layers of interlaced magma mixed together to form a thick round shield.

The long arrow hit the thickest center of the round shield, and the white horse simulated by Li Mubai personally accelerated a little arrow to 6 times the speed of sound, and smashed the round shield with an indestructible edge. Rumble!

A line of starlight flew out from the wreckage of the round shield, and a round hole was driven into Li Dajiang's left-hand sword, and the intuition of the rest of his life made him worthy of his neck, and the starlight grazed his skin, tearing a huge gap, and blood splattered.

Li Dajiang's counterattack also arrived at the same time, and at the moment when the long arrow smashed the round shield, he threw out his right-handed sword, like light and electricity, and stabbed into Mo Liyun's chest under the cover of the wreckage of the round shield, faintly melting.

He can't let the lava he manipulate flow into his body. Mo Liyun's movements were faster than his thoughts, and he punched himself with a punch, poof! Two streams of blood spurted out of the mouth and the wound, emitting a high heat that evaporated in the air and turned into specks of blood.

"Don't use the skills you can't master casually, the sequelae will make you die on the opponent's most ordinary counterattack." Li Dajiang leaned his neck, the high temperature burned the wound on his neck, and the bleeding stopped, leaving only a hideous gap, and the pulsating blood vessels could almost be seen in the deepest part.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, where is so much nonsense!" Mo Liyun happily looked at the wound on his opponent's neck, "Or is your life short, you can't control your mouth anymore?" ”

"At least I can keep your mouth shut." With a shake of his hands, the two new long swords were reformed, and Li Dajiang raised his sword and assaulted.

"Take care of it!" Mo Liyun gritted his teeth and flew back, and his bow arm was once again split into a sword and a sword, and he stubbornly blocked the opponent's attack, "Dragon scroll!" The fierce cyclone surrounded the body and suddenly bounced Li Dajiang away, and more than 100 long cones appeared in the air, like a torrential rain.

"Presumptuous!" Li Dajiang seemed to be really enraged, the heat sprayed from his body and distorted the surrounding air, and Mo Liyun's sickle was detonated without any effect. Syllable! In a trance, Li Dajiang had disappeared from the field of vision, and his elbow was on Mo Liyun's lower abdomen.

Burst! Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Liyun flew high, and the burning sensation rampaged through his body, making him almost crazy.

Syllable! Li Dajiang is another dodge, condescending to raise his fist to attack.

"Destroy the world, Tenglong!" A pure black long dragon came first, Li Dajiang narrowly retracted his fist and flew sideways, and the dragon's tail swept across his scalp, separating the two.

After all, the puppet is still not as good as the top power......

Not far away, Karachev completely disappeared from the waist down, his right arm was broken, and he was floating tremblingly in the air, and the fiery red dragon wrapped around his side had been beaten to pieces, and it could be seen that if it wasn't for saving Mo Liyun, Curran would have completely disintegrated his opponent.

"Xiaoyun, it's okay." On the other side, Colan had already hugged his teammates, Mo Liyun's eyes were closed, and he was sweating like a pulp. The heat was still running around in his body, and the stinky boy could only try his best to suppress it, but Curran could see that his life was not in danger.

It's good that it won't die, Curran breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that the second round will be the two of us." ”

"Colan Oak Ference Josiah, your brother died at my hands." Sean had already retrieved Karachev's wreckage, and he carried with him a life-threatening injection, a special injection that could maintain cell viability for 7 days as long as the puppet did not die, which was enough.

"I know, so I'm going to snatch your life from Xiao Yun's hands." Curran waved his hand and ignited two black flames, stroking them gently, "As for complaining or something, I'll talk about it when I get back." ”