In the northern wasteland, the biting cold wind of death continues to sweep and destroy the earth, and the plague and death energy in it will cause great harm to any living being, and even shorten the original lifespan of the living thing.

But no matter how difficult the environment, creatures will always try to survive, and those who can't survive have long been brutally eliminated.

Although a large number of creatures have migrated to the southern regions, those who still choose to stay are all tough guys of tough guys, whether they are humans, demons or angels.

Clouds of dust and ice shards rose from the gray, frozen wasteland, and it was a convoy, a rough and wild convoy.

Dada!

Bursts of gunfire rang out, and the people in the convoy were firing at random, with wild laughter and shouting.

At the head is a modified unrecognizable truck, covered in additional iron armor with spikes, rams or chainsaws.

On the roof of the car is an automatic turret, once any vehicles or people are not found in the faction, the large-caliber turret will automatically fire, whether you are a good citizen or a robber, but then again, these years even angels have begun to kill people and set fires, where are there any righteous and good citizens.

The truck pulls a container that has been converted into a small tin building, with various turrets and firing points, which is a mobile fortress.

At the top was a platform on which a rough tin throne was placed, on which a man in a thick black leather jacket sat and several sexyly scantily clad women leaned against the throne.

The sound of gunfire just now came from here, and the armed boys standing on the platform were shouting in the cold wind, whether they were raising their guns in their hands, or the heavy machine guns installed on the edge of the platform were hitting a shuttle.

On both sides of the giant truck, there were more than a dozen small self-modified armored vehicles, some pickup trucks, some sedans, and several Wuling Hongguang, covered in armor, and the windows and trunks were completely sealed, leaving only the shooting ports and access doors.

Running wildly all the way, he encountered several small convoys along the way, all of which were overturned head-on, blown up by rockets, strafed into a sieve by machine guns, killed by men, and abducted by women.

This is the icy wasteland of the north, everything here is much wilder and more brutal than the endless ruins of the south, and every creature that lives here is a veteran of a hundred battles, a warrior of steel.

"Boss, that No. 1 Vault wanted to recruit our largest convoy a few days ago, and the Northern Star directly blew people away, haha. ”

The stout man sitting on the throne spat when he heard this, "Those people who only dare to hide in the underground shelter in the south want to recruit us? With that, the man put his arm around the nearest woman and began to rub it wantonly.

The woman who was hugged immediately smiled coquettishly and actively met the man's gestures, but the darkness in her eyes proved that she was not human, but a female demon.

But so what, to this group of wanderers of the icy wastelands of the north, demons are no different from humans.

"Boss, we seem to have a shelter here, right? When are you going to fight one and have fun, I heard that the people inside are all people before the apocalypse, and those chicks must be playing hard enough, haha." ”

At this moment, a little brother wearing thin armor with iron spikes ran up quickly, panting and saluting the man on the throne.

"Boss, I found some situations in front of me, some... Well... It's a little strange, so why don't you go and see for yourself? ”

The man frowned, pushed the woman in his arms away, got up from the rough iron throne, and strode to the edge of the platform.

The huge convoy of armed weapons had stopped at the moment, distributed in a circle, surrounding the strange area in the middle.

The man looked at the scene in front of him, visibly stunned, because he had never seen such a scene before.

Dozens of steel spikes stood high above the ground, some of them extremely large, like a dark tower.

Above each spike, the corpse of a creature was pierced, including humans, demons, flesh ghosts, monsters, and angels.

"Grass ... What the hell is this? Even the angels have been pulled to grill skewers?"

The leader of the convoy stood by the platform and muttered to himself.

Father... Father... Father...

A low, heavy sound rang out again, lingering on the wasteland for a long time.

"All on alert!" the men shouted, and the members of the armed convoy pulled out their weapons and prepared for battle.

Father!!!

On the surface lines of dozens of steel spikes, at this moment, it is as if they are instantly energized, flowing with blue light, like LED lights, and like blood vessels like electricity.

The spiked corpses shook as if they had been electrocuted.

And then...

They came to life again, in a different twisted, never-before-seen form.

The human corpse golems skimmed themselves off the spikes, their bodies turning like twisted flesh monsters, but harder than flesh monsters, gray skin as if steeled, flowing blue wires replacing blood vessels, and even their eyes flashing with blue light.

The corpse golems let out a roar and lunged towards the enemy in front of them.

The corpses of the demons are twisted into bloated monsters more than two meters tall, all covered with dark green evil energy tumors, they walk slowly and leisurely, their bodies are also covered with electric blood vessels, and under the stimulation of the line, they automatically release a circle of evil energy, burning the surrounding enemies, and at the same time raise their right hands, releasing a series of evil fireballs at the enemy.

Angels have the least number of corpses, but the monsters they transform into are also the most powerful.

The angels remained roughly the same as they had been when they were alive, but their skin was extremely dry, and the blood vessels or the original wiring structure of their bodies were replaced by new blue light circuits, and a pair of wings automatically appeared, which were bare, withered and bald wings without a single feather.

But they can still use the Holy Light, and it seems that the line flowing with blue electric light has successfully confused the spiritual core inside the angel, making the core think that the unit is not dead, so as to maintain the state of forcibly opening and operating.

The convoy of armed forces is in a rout, and their members, though they are brave and resistant, are no match for this reborn combined army of three tribes.

Their corpses were then impaled on steel spikes as well, becoming material for the next wave of transformation.

The man standing on the platform on the top of the truck was about to open his mouth to give the order to retreat, but before he could open his mouth, a strange spiritual whisper suddenly filled his mind.

In mid-air, a mysterious man with a jet behind his back hovered in midair, and he slowly removed the hood that covered his head, revealing the bowl-shaped container around his neck and the brain soaked in clear glass.

On the platform, the leader of the convoy stood trembling for a while, the expression on his face kept changing, as if he had experienced all kinds of joys, sorrows, and sorrows in an instant.

Eventually, from his neck to his face, the blue electricity began to appear in his veins, and his eyes were dyed electric blue and flickered slightly.

Indoctrination success.

At this moment, the leader of the convoy seemed to have suddenly found a life goal that he could be fanatical about, and his thinking and thinking had changed 360 degrees.

He pulled out the pistol at his waist, turned it around and shot it a few times, killing the little brother on the platform and the women on the throne.

Then he watched in silence as the container-brained mystery man slowly landed on the platform.

"Welcome, compatriot of the highest talents, you have understood the knowledge and truth that the Supreme Enlightenment has brought to you, and now, together we will do our best for this cause. ”

The voice of the container brain man came out through the speakers of the bowl-shaped chassis, with a thick electronic sound.

The man nodded firmly, and the previous state of being a child-like man disappeared completely.

"Yes, for the sake of our cause and the truth, we will bring this world to rebirth!"

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