"He failed......"

"Another ...... died"

"Hmph, waste one, the sin deserves it......"

"This only shows that he is not pious enough, and death is the punishment given by the ascended gods to those who fool him!"

"I agree with ......"

In the deserted, rusty tin building, six men in gray robes sat opposite each other across a long iron table.

In the room, the walls, including the roof that can be seen faintly, are carved with inexplicable mysterious patterns.

It was a large, silver-gray metal-like ball floating in the air, as if magnified several times, the most common colored light ball in a bar.

On top of the metal ball, there are dense sunken holes, figuratively more like honeycomb coal, and the holes are filled with a faint dull red light, which makes people shudder.

And the few people sitting in this dilapidated hall, as if after expressing their indignation, became speechless, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

It wasn't until an old man with gray hair, skinny body, and barely a few teeth visible from a mouth broke the silence among the six.

His voice was hoarse, like a withered dry wood, but when he spoke, the remaining five were all awe-inspiring and engrossed.

"The Ascended God should now be in a fugue state after his wrath, and he will not send down the curse of heaven in a short period of time, in order to maintain the sanctity of the place of worship, he must send someone to clean up the corpses inside!"

In addition to this, we need to once again select the faithful in the church and prepare for the next cleansing ceremony, which must be successful this time.

If the ritual fails again, then please do not move the fate of the gods in the sky, which means that most of us in the church will die in this cold winter. ”

"You should all know the consequences!"

The old man glanced around the crowd, and his last sentence was heavy.

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

......

None of the others seemed to object, and the old man's proposal was unanimously approved.

The mysterious meeting was over, and the gray-robed men in the hall hurried away, leaving only the old man sitting alone in the dim light, staring at the patterns on the walls.

The pattern depicted on it is none other than the god they believe in in the Flying Church, and in this apocalyptic world, "one" has a powerful destructive power and is called the existence of the Flying God.

The belief in apocalypse, human beings, creatures, will always find a way to grasp every life-saving straw when faced with a desperate situation that they cannot stop.

And what they are grasping is the real existence of the "god", a powerful god with the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth, a single divine punishment can hit the mountain and rubble, and kill dozens of beasts in an instant.

The old man looked at the pattern on the wall in the distance, his eyes full of nostalgia, and he remembered the time when he first met the flying god.

At that time, he was still young, but he was fortunate to see the picture of the flying god in the sky.

The huge body flying high in the sky, under the rotation, scattered the red light in the sky, like an invisible blade, will follow all the way, "hunting" dozens of beasts of the gods, in an instant, like chopping melons and vegetables, slaughtered completely.

Such a great power, a very different appearance, and a world that always floats high in the sky, far from the mortal land, what is this not a god?

Next, unexpectedly, this god with terrifying power, after circling around the old man who fell to the ground, actually gave up "his" prey, turned around and flew away.

Every time the old man thought of this, he would be extremely grateful, because this was the first time that the gods in the sky had bestowed grace on him.

He knew that it was this powerful god who looked down on him for pity, so he mercifully bestowed upon him, a wretched man who was dying of starvation, with these incomparably precious foods.

From then on, he made up his mind to follow the deity closely and be his most devout follower.

What happened next made the old man even more convinced of his idea, because he had never seen such a magnificent building, and it was still in an incredible underground world.

When he followed the gods flying in the air all the way, after walking for a long time, he didn't expect to finally come to a winding underground labyrinth.

When he walked out of the labyrinth and saw the flying gods again, he found that he had come to a world that shocked him.

It was the sacred place where the Flying God was located, a huge structure made entirely of steel.

The silver-gray steel, neatly and neatly, was laid out in a wide boxy building, and there was not a trace of cutting.

The magnitude of the shock that this brought to the old man at that time was the same as the feeling of an earthling in peacetime when they saw a house made of gold.

Keep in mind that steel is very rare and precious in the wasteland, and most scavengers can make a sharp weapon if they can see a good piece of steel and forge it a little.

Not everyone can be lucky, and in a world that has destroyed almost everything and is empty, there is a chance to come across a ruin in the middle of the wilderness.

And inside the ruins, it was so coincidental to find some powerful weapons.

This is a very, very small thing, and it is more difficult than winning the lottery, because the old man has never seen a gun in his life until now.

Therefore, since then, the old man has deeply worshiped the feet of the flying god, and using the food given to him by the god, he gradually gathered the lonely people in the wilderness and established a camp to serve the god, the Flying Church.

However, food is limited, and the temper of this flying god is ruthless and cold.

For the gods to deign mercy on them, they need to dedicate their most devout faith to them through the rituals they have learned over many years.

Thinking of this, a familiar sentence gradually whispered in the old man's mouth.

If you listen closely, you will see that this is the unexplained words recited by the young man in the middle of the steel building, wearing strips of cloth, on his deathbed.

"Doomsday Flying Dharma Protector

Uphold the Dharma and bless all sentient beings,

Ninety-nine to one red light bomb,

Elysium guides.

……

Between the yellow-brown heaven and earth, a convoy gradually revealed its true face from far and near.

This is a special convoy of pickup trucks and trucks, and it is the Shen Sen people who are speeding all the way in the direction indicated by Old Man Li.

Perhaps because the speed of the car was too fast, along the way, they did not encounter any enemies attacking them, but the biggest enemy was a long and rapid march.

For three days, except for an hour of rest every morning and evening, the rest of the time, even sleeping in the car, everyone was a little tired.

But in order to reach the destination as soon as possible, everyone, including Shen Sen, held their breath and tried to persevere.

Although for Shen Sen, his physical fitness has already been enhanced by several psionic powers, which is beyond ordinary people, and he can rest normally for a while in the car every day, so he doesn't feel too hard.

But for the five hundred recruits who marched for a long time for the first time, hundreds of people were crowded together, this was a training and a tempering, and under Shen Sen's deliberate actions, everyone was not very comfortable these days.

However, everything is the ultimate goal, in order to get the somewhat perverted STC technology in Old Man Li's mouth as quickly as possible and in the least time.

Looking at the endless wasteland in front of him, Shen Sen felt a lot of emotion in his heart, because he only felt now that he and Camp 1123 were very lucky in a sense.

This kind of luck is not that he has the ability to travel between the two worlds, but that they are fortunate to be born in a better area in this world where transportation is difficult and it is difficult to go out.

Don't underestimate this factor, it is this area that provides a glimmer of opportunity for the few scavenger camps living in it to find some of the remaining weapons.

And he also made perfect use of this luck, through continuous defense and fighting, and annexed almost all the scavenger camps in the radius, only to collect the equipment that can be called "sophisticated and abundant" in the wasteland, and only then can he have the strength to feed more than 1,000 people.

If you were born in these areas where you are now, not to mention guns, you will hardly see a ruined ruin.

The absence of ruins means that there is nothing left behind, and people simply cannot survive here.

……