There were plenty of vehicles at the base, and Ye Feng chose a bulletproof Cadillac, which was filled with food, water, and first-aid medicine, as well as some guns and ammunition.

In the earthly environment, it is difficult for firearms to pose a substantial threat to him now, and similarly, it is not of much help to him, and all his brains are lost in the back seat.

The main weapon was the Xuanyuan Excalibur, reclining in the passenger seat. There is no aura on the earth, so Edgeworth doesn't have to think about it at all, bringing the Rhino Sword is just a burden, so it is better to hand it over to the expert group for research, along with the Ethereal Spirit Pill and the metal plate, all of which are left at the base.

Before leaving, Huang Shan secretly stuffed him with a small cloth bag, which contained spirit stones, about a hundred pieces.

The car drove slowly past the refugee camp. The dead city of the past has long since been restored to life. The endless flow of streets, flashing neon, loud music, rows of shops, dazzling goods, shouting vendors, and bargaining women are like a lively market.

Ye Feng read the vision for the future on their faces. He suddenly understood why Huang Shan wanted to conceal the doomsday prophecy of the craftsman civilization.

The cornerstone of society has never been indoctrination, law or machine guns, but hope.

Good order and high moral standards are maintained here only because of hope. The gift from the craftsman civilization has connected the diverse world, opened a window for this small world, and brought infinite possibilities.

There is a conviction that suffering is only temporary and that humanity will eventually triumph. Once they know that there is no such thing as a future, the beauty in front of them will probably crumble like a soap bubble.

Out of the downtown area, Ye Feng stepped on the accelerator, and the scenery outside the car window regressed rapidly.

On both sides of the road are endless fields of golden wheat, with heavy ears of wheat swaying gently in the wind. This is a seed brought back from the Qin State, and it is said to be a genetically modified high-yielding variety. In a low-gravity environment, ripe wheat grains reach the size of a ping-pong ball, greatly alleviating the problem of food shortage. The only disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of soil power and cannot be planted continuously.

At the end of the wheat field is the last line of defense on the perimeter of the base. The militiamen with red armbands moved the barriers, and the car engines roared, bringing out a cloud of dust and smoke that drove out like the wind.

The young militiaman waved the flying sand and dust vigorously: "It's really windy, if only one day I would be so majestic." ”

Another militiaman laughed: "You kid can't envy it, it's the people from the secret service, and they all fought for their lives." ”

"It's so majestic, it's worth dying."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's time for the changing of the guard in two hours, brother will take you to a nightclub to find a girl, so that you can open your eyes."

"Really, fake."

"When did my brother lie to you."

All the way to the east, gradually moving away from the base's sphere of influence. Everywhere in sight was desolation and devastation, and groups of zombies wandered aimlessly, hearing the sound of the engine, they all screamed and pounced.

Cadillac was equipped with protective nets on all sides, and Ye Feng unceremoniously bumped into it. Ugly and hollow faces were pasted on the front windshield, leaving stains of filthy blood. He pressed the windshield wiper and tossed aside the pieces of flesh that were stuck to the glass.

There are more and more zombies, and the endless is like a vast ocean. He reluctantly activated the chainsaw installed on the car, and the saw blade spread out like a bow at the front of the car, reaching a width of five meters.

The lethality of this device is terrifying, and the picture is extremely disgusting. After his first trial, he was left with more than half a month of sequelae, and he wanted to vomit when he saw meat in the canteen.

It's like driving into a car wash with blood plasma, and all the windows are out of sight. The wipers strike completely and may be stuck.

The car jolted violently and danced wildly on the severed arms and stumps.

He could only try his best to steer the steering wheel and follow the GPS navigation prompts to control the Cadillac in the middle of the road. Hitting abandoned vehicles is inevitable, but luckily the road itself is still intact and there are no big potholes.

After a while, the roaring outside the window subsided, and he heard the music coming from the car stereo again.

After another five minutes, the car was clear and rushed out of the sea of zombies.

Slow down and continue for a few kilometers before coming to a stop. I pushed the car door open, waited for a while, and waited for nothing to drip down the door frame before I covered my nose and stepped out.

He found some iron pieces of twigs nearby, cleaned them briefly, and cut out a small window in the windshield.

It stinks so much that I can't stay there. The electronic map showed that there was a river more than 10 kilometers to the southeast, and he planned to go there to wash it well.

Thinking of this, I smiled dumbly, when did I become so clean, the quality of life of the base has been a bit wrong in recent years.

Suddenly there was a feeling of being watched, with a faint hostility.

He instinctively released his divine consciousness, which escaped in the air, and did not receive any information. The divine consciousness is detected through the expansion and contraction effect of the spiritual force field, and there is no feedback without the aura.

Turning back suddenly, a dark figure flashed away in the distance. Enhanced, he has excellent eyesight and captures a lot of detail in an instant.

Dark Samurai!

He tiptoed to the ground, and the whole person catapulted out like a cannonball, and a few vertical leaps landed where the black shadow had just appeared.

Gone! As far as the eye can see, there is still the shadow of a dark warrior.

Could it be the Dark Lord?

He pulled out the dagger from his boot and searched forward step by step.

Each Dark Lord has a special talent and is very difficult. This dark lord is either extremely fast, or has strange stealth abilities.

Fifteen minutes later, he had to give up.

Being in an unfamiliar area, the situation is unknown, in case there is a lair of dark creatures nearby, and when the other party's companion comes, it will be troublesome to get rid of it.

Not far from Ye Feng's last stop, there was an abrupt twist in the void, and a dark lord stepped out.

He has a long build, nearly two meters tall. Described as handsome, with thin ears and long hair falling like a waterfall, like a legendary elven man.

Looking at the car that had gone away, his face was cloudy.

A figure followed out of the distortion of the void, and it turned out to be a dark lord. With aristocratic pride on his face, he questioned the former: "Lord Canghai, why didn't you let me do it just now?" ”

Canghai was a little displeased with his tone, and even omitted the honorific between the titles: "Moren, you are not his opponent." ”

There was a smile on the grinding face: "Can't you add it?" ”

Canghai said in a deep voice: "You and I join forces, maybe we can keep him, but I'm afraid one of us will die." ”

Canghai's vision has always been very poisonous, which even grinders have to admire. Hearing what he said so seriously, the grinding man was a little uneasy: "When did such a powerful warrior appear in the human race." No, I have to report to Lord Bingsa as soon as possible. ”

There were no large-scale corpses encountered during this journey, and Ye Feng successfully reached the river.

The river dried up to the riverbed, and the surface of the water was only six or seven meters wide. He got out of the car and stepped on the hardened river mud, and found that he could bear the load, so he simply drove the car all the way into the riverbed, took out the water pump from the trunk and connected it to the high-pressure water gun.

The washed flesh dyed the river red, slowly revealing the black body, and the crash net was deformed, and it had to be broken for a while.

There was a "clang" sound in the distance, and he turned off the water gun and looked vigilantly at the place where the sound came from.

I saw a man carrying a huge iron box on his back, walking unhurriedly from the river embankment. The chest was one size larger than the base's teleportation box, a meter and a half high, and was carved with strange patterns.

What's that, Saint Seiya?

The man apparently saw him, waved his hand excitedly, and quickened his pace and ran in his direction.

When he got closer, the man unloaded the iron box with a "bang" and exhaled heavily: "But it makes me tired." ”

Ye Feng paid special attention to the pattern on the box, although he couldn't understand it, it was not a strange thing like Pegasus.

"Dude, give me a ride."

"Where are you going?"

"Go east, just drop me down when you don't get on your way."

The box is a little weird, and it's pleasing to the eye.

Ye Feng smiled: "Okay." ”

The man stretched out his hand: "My name is Yang Beibing, and the people from the rivers and lakes give me the nickname Arctic Ocean." ”

This nickname doesn't seem to be very careful.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand to shake it, and said, "Ye Feng, the people of the rivers and lakes call it a gust of wind." ”