Chapter 2: The Land of Chaos

Located in a desert in the middle of the continent, the Land of Chaos is said to have been used as a place for nuclear testing by various countries, so the radiation is strong and uninhabitable. Many fugitives and exiles were forced to come and live here, and after many years they survived. However, these people have also been genetically mutated under the radiation, and most of them have a lifespan of only about 50 years. At the same time, he also gained various strange abilities, such as beast-like strength, strange night vision, and even some animal characteristics appeared on some people's bodies. These people are not considered gifted, and scholars on the mainland even call this phenomenon degeneration! Normal gifted people not only have the ability to surpass the limits of human beings, but also have a longer lifespan and a slower aging rate than ordinary people.

This savage and undisciplined region is to the liking of the Lilder Legion, who capture the mutants of the Chaos Lands, extract and study their genes, and lay the foundation for the Super Soldier program. The Legion of Lird once occupied the entire Chaos Lands, but as the entire Legion inexplicably evaporated from the continent, the Lands of Chaos returned to the hands of exiles and fugitives.

Ling was an eighteen-year-old girl, one of the few people in the Chaos Lands who was not affected by radiation. She came from an ancient country in the East and was forced to flee to live in this place because of the war. Ling has skin as white as ice and snow, which is in stark contrast to the rough skin of other mutants. The women around her are full of jealousy of her, and the men are coveting her. In the land of chaos, a normal ordinary woman can become a sought-after item, not to mention Ling's gorgeous face. But her cold eyes made many men afraid to approach her, and those who were a little smarter could detect a strong murderous aura in her eyes. Occasionally, a few men who were carried away by lust tried to approach Ling, and they were decapitated by the katana she carried.

One evening, Ling walked from the scavenging road towards her residence. She wore a loose, plain robe and a pair of gray boots at her feet. This is a common occurrence in the Chaos Lands, where most scavengers wear to withstand the heat of the desert and the complex and rugged terrain. Ling tied her long black hair into a high bun to prevent being grabbed during the fight, her steady stride keeping her eyes on her surroundings and alerting them to a sneak attack.

Ling was carrying a heavy package on his shoulder, and it seemed that he had gained a lot. The Chaos Lands is home to a group of natives who have lived for generations by robbing passing travelers, known to the exiles as the Sandmen. Ling has long been targeted by the sandmen, she has always liked to be alone, so she was mistaken by the sandmen for being alone, in fact, Ling has the confidence to survive alone in the desert.

The sandfolks squirmed like snakes on the ground, and they followed Ling all the way to surround her as she approached the settlement she was in.

"Come out!" Ling looked at a small sand dune beside her, she had spotted the stalker.

"Give up resistance and come with us and we won't hurt you. The sandmen appeared in Ling's field of vision, threatening the girl in hoarse voices.

Seeing the robbers' dark skin, Ling knew the identity of their sand people, "I've heard that the sand people have always tortured and killed passing travelers and took their belongings. ”

Ling laughed playfully, "Aren't you Shamin, how can you be merciful and spare my life." ”

There was a hint of provocation in Ling's tone, she knew about the intentions of the sandmen but asked knowingly. The sand people were aroused by Ling's provocative tone, and they suddenly felt their throats dry a little,

"A high-quality commodity like you will breed excellent offspring for us sand people!"

The voices of the sandmen gradually increased, their emotions soaring, and their eyes were full of greed. Looking at the sand people who were constantly moving closer to him, Ling clenched the katana in his hand. The Sandfolk are armed with poisoned daggers, a weapon that is perfect for melee combat, as it slams into an enemy's skin and instantly faints. The Sandfolks are a dispassionate group of Assassins, and their cunning and sheer numbers make them more difficult than the mutated beasts of the desert.

Although Ling showed great disdain for the sand people, in fact, she didn't dare to be careless at all, as long as she was the slightest careless, she would become the ** of this group of cruel sand people. But Ling may also take advantage of her posture in reverse, she deliberately shook her body slightly, her plump chest held up the loose robe, and a slight body shake could make the double peaks on her chest rise and fall.

Several of the sandmen were indeed hit, and their crotches swelled up with Ling's trembling rhythm. The strong desire finally overshadowed reason, and a few sandmen couldn't help but pounce before they could find Ling's flaw. They raised their daggers and slashed at the beautiful girl in front of them, but they didn't know that they were already within range of her swing. Ling spun lightly as the sandfolk pounced on her, her body spinning lightly, the katana swung in both hands dancing around her. The next moment, the flesh and blood of the sandmen flew everywhere, and the shining light of the sword slashed their bodies in half. When Ling stopped spinning her body, she tucked her katana behind her back, exactly the same posture as before the battle, as if she had never swung it before.

The leader of the sandmen cursed to himself at the subordinates who couldn't control their lower bodies, and he motioned for the other subordinates to stand back.

"This woman is a bit tricky, I'll deal with it. The leader of the sandfolk put away his short sword, took a long battle axe from his waist and held it in his left hand, and raised a leather-wrapped wooden shield in his right hand. Ling looked at the leader, his figure was bigger than the others, and his mind was extremely calm judging from the performance just now.

"It looks like another fierce battle!" Ling sighed helplessly, and then regained her cold eyes, she clenched her katana in both hands and raised it to her chest, moving cautiously to find the enemy's weakness. The leader of the sandfolk also moved, and the two of them circled each other several times.

After a brief confrontation, the two stepped forward, and the tomahawk and the long knife collided together and burst into a splash of fire. The strength of the two is equal, Ling and the leader of the Sand People have strength beyond ordinary people, but Ling is a natural and pure talent, and the leader of the Sand People is just a mutant person produced by nuclear radiation. After dozens of fierce hand-to-hand encounters, the leader of the sand people gradually lost his strength. He used all his strength with each swing of the battle axe, but the woman opposite him seemed to be at ease.

Ling smiled smugly as she looked at the leader of the sand people who was panting violently, and she let out an exaggerated laugh to put psychological pressure on the enemy.

"Stinky bitch!" the leader of the sandfolk cursed in a low voice, gesturing slightly to a few of his subordinates behind him. Several of the other sandfolk took out their crossbows hidden behind their backs and fired poisoned arrows at Ling.

Ling didn't let her guard down, she set up her katana and easily cleared the approaching bow and arrows. The leader of the sand people seized the gap and launched a final attack on Ling, the muscles of his arms swelled and the muscles bulged out, and the battle axe broke through the air with a screeching sound. Ling was slightly taken aback, and tried his best to dodge sideways. But when the battle axe of the leader of the sandfolk swung above her head, a loud gunshot rang out. A bloody hole appeared in the left hand of the leader of the sandfolk, holding the tomahawk, and the tomahawk fell to the ground. He screamed in pain, like the cry of a lizard.

"Who dares to spoil Lao Tzu's good deeds!" the leader of the sandfolk roared angrily, and he looked around and saw a young man walking slowly towards him in the distance. The teenager wears a gray tactical vest and carries a sniper rifle. The leader of the sandmen waved his hand in the direction of the young man, and several of his subordinates immediately rushed over. The boy put away his sniper rifle and put it behind his back, pulled out two silver pistols from his tactical belt, and the muzzles of the guns spewed out blue tongues of fire, and several sandmen fell to the ground before they could get close to the boy. The leader of the sandfolk threw the arm shield of his right hand out, and the boy moved slightly and flew the shield past him. The boy raised his silver pistol and smashed the butt of the sand leader into the head. The slamming impact was so violent and swift that the leader of the sandfolk felt a wave of vertigo, and he staggered to the ground.

"Hello beautiful big sister, my name is Luo!" the young man held out a hand to Ling, revealing his innocent smile.

However, in Ling's eyes, Luo was undoubtedly a pervert like the sandman, because Luo, like the sandman who robbed her, praised her beauty when they first met, and all the men who did so in the Chaos Land would generally plot against Ling.

"Hmph!" Ling looked at the handsome young man in front of him indifferently, if he hadn't looked pretty good, Ling would definitely have slashed him directly. Ling leaned down and plunged his katana into the throat of the leader of the sandmen, then looked up at Luo.

"Stinky men, don't meddle, these people are my prey!"