The vast wilderness is deserted, with gravel and scattered weeds as the only dots, and the gray and dead land is occasionally crossed by a few small creatures of various shapes, who may be the only life in the world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A chariot roared through the gravel of the wilderness, kicking up a cloud of dust that broke its long silence.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen the vast wilderness world with his own eyes, and everything was similar to what he had expected, except that at that time he imagined that he was a warrior who had left the open territory of the Order with honor, rather than being on the lookout for captured fugitives all the time.

The air in the wilderness was full of half-life radioactive particles, but fortunately, several people in the car were already wearing the corresponding protective suits. Except, of course, for that driver.

"Hey, doesn't it really matter if you're not wearing a hazmat suit?" Mandala frowned, his expression a little worried, "You don't need to give them the protective suits at all. ”

If you want to traverse the vast wilderness, protective clothing is a necessary prop, and under Angelil's reminder, Van found three protective suits from under the driver's seat.

"You'd better mind your own business." Van responded faintly.

"I don't know what to do!" Mandala snorted angrily, but an inexplicable complication flashed in her eyes, and she was still a little touched by Fan's actions, although she didn't agree with it.

But in fact, for Fan, it is more beneficial for him not to wear protective clothing, the free radiation particles in the wilderness, not only will not adversely affect him, but will promote the division speed of his ability cells, although this gain is extremely slow, but it is indeed something that exists.

And that's what he's been able to discover since A-13 wakes up.

As for the issue of protective clothing, if it weren't for Angelil's reminder, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to take out the protective clothing.

The car soon fell silent again, and Fan's grim and harsh face instinctively stopped all desire to talk.

The chariot marched again for half a day, and night finally fell.

After a long day's travel, even Van was a little tired, so he stopped his chariot in the vast wilderness.

After parking, Van opened the car door and walked down, carefully examining the surroundings and terrain.

The mandala, on the other hand, moved his body with difficulty, and then delivered the food in his hand to the mouths of the bound Angelil.

Angelil quickly finished her food, and then Mandala pulled the tabs of her hazmat suit tight, and then approached Dilil to the side.

Angelil looked at the mandala in silence, and then suddenly said, "You are very different from those angels of death in my impression. ”

Mandala paused slightly, "Oh? So what does your impression of the Angel of Death look like? ”

"Cold, ruthless, arrogant, even dehumanizing, just like him." Angelil turned her head sideways in Van direction.

Mandala smiled suddenly, but shook his head again, "Aren't the people of Yama like this? ”

"No," Angelil shook her head, "Yama rarely has someone like him. ”

"What are most of the people of Yama like?" Mandala was a little curious.

Angelil pondered for a while, "Actually, there is no such thing as the majority of people, most of the warriors of Yama come from all parts of the world, and we have always advocated a free alliance to take what they need, so the people in the organization also have various personalities. ”

"Liberal Alliance? What does this mean? ”

"The Liberal Alliance is very vague and loose in its sense. But the simple answer is that if you can provide what the organization needs, then you will be rewarded. ”

"That doesn't sound like it's any different from the Angel of Death's mission mechanic." Mandala shook his head.

"No, there is a big difference between them, anyone can choose to accept or abandon Yama's mission, and there will be no punishment for failure. And most importantly, even if you're just an ordinary person, if you're willing to open up a whole new wasteland, the organization can provide you with the right protection. ”

Mandala finally finished feeding Di Lil at this time, and after hearing Angelil's words, her eyes lit up a little, "You mean that ordinary people can live with reformed people?" ”

"Absolutely." Angelil immediately replied, "As long as the legal status of Yama is obtained, even ordinary people will be protected by Yama, and any unreasonable oppression of them will be punished by Yama, which is the biggest difference between Yama and the Angel of Death." ”

"Of course, those ordinary people who are protected must also complete their tasks, such as growing enough crops." Angelil added.

"Sounds like a good idea." Mandala nodded.

"Of course, this has always been the root of Yama's development! Freedom, security! Angelil said with some pride, as she learned more about the Angel of Death and the establishment of the Empire, and she became even more convinced of the faith that Yama had always adhered to.

"It's also the root of limiting Yama from becoming a truly powerful organization." Di Lier, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Isn't that right?" Dyliel didn't flinch from Angelil's gaze.

"You have spent too much energy to protect those useless ordinary people, they are greedy, they are lazy, they are dirty, and for those powerful reformers, you also lack enough restraint to control them, when a real war comes, I wonder how much cohesion Yama can have." Dilille's undisguised cynicism.

"Ordinary people are not slaves, and Yama is not an empire, don't impose your values on us!" Angelil rebuked.

"It seems to me that freedom has always been a ridiculous thing, and the complete loss of freedom from bondage will sooner or later cause trouble. Of all the transhuman warriors I've seen from Yama, none of them deserve my attention, and they're more like ruffians than warriors. ”

"Then you tell me, what should a qualified warrior look like? Like you imperial people who regard the glory of foolishness as life? ”

"No, that's not stupid, it gives us strength." Dilliel shook her head, "And what I think is a true warrior should be like him." Dilier turned her face to the lonely back outside the car.

"Strong, self-disciplined, fearless, dedicated."

"Ha, it's strange that a warrior from the Empire would praise an Angel of Death!" Mandala said with some surprise.

"The Imperials have always been like this, we respect all worthy warriors, and he is indeed worthy of respect." Di Lil's tone was solemn and serious.

"Worship the strong and despise the weak. Isn't this the usual way of thinking of the people of the empire? Angelil pursed her lips disdainfully.

Just as Dilil was about to try to refute, a battle suddenly broke out outside the chariot, and a huge black shadow pounced fiercely on Fan's body.

"Lurkers!" Angelil exclaimed, but when she saw the six green marks on the lurker's forehead, she couldn't even let out an exclamation.

"Boom!"

The lurker's long tail slammed into the ground, leaving a mark a foot deep on the ground, and the poison at the tip of the tailbone shone with a cold sheen even at night.

Fan clenched the wolf snake in his hand hard, a sixth-level lurker, this was the first high-level Zerg he had encountered since he became a high-level transformer.

And he finally waited for the lurker to reveal itself.