Savior?

Pan Long didn't mind being the savior, rather, he welcomed it.

There are very few people in this world who are unwilling to be a savior, otherwise why do most adventure-themed games, as long as they have a big plot and big scenes, the protagonist often has to make a cameo appearance as a savior in the end?

Of course, there are always people who tend to behave more negatively - but at least he is not in this category.

So he thought about it for a while, and then agreed to the plea of "spreading the refining method widely".

As soon as the word came out, Bighorn was ecstatic.

Before, when he weakened the spiritual energy infection in his body through the refining method, he seemed to be full of care, that is, he was really not afraid of death.

But he himself is not afraid of death, it does not mean that he can watch countless people die with peace of mind, and it does not mean that he can watch the world gradually collapse without caring and not wavering in his heart.

On the contrary, every person of insight in this world is painful and helpless in his heart.

Everyone is trying to find a way to combat psionic infection, and everyone is doing whatever it takes.

And now, Pan Long's decision is to save countless psionic infected, and even save this world that has been gradually crumbling in the catastrophe of psionic infection.

At this moment, Bighorn was so excited that he didn't know how to express his feelings.

"It's an honor for me to be a part of such a great cause. He said from the bottom of his heart, "Words can't express the gratitude in my heart, please accept my highest respect!"

As he spoke, he knelt down in front of Pan Long.

This tall and burly strong man of the ghost clan wanted to kiss Pan Long's boots in the most humble gesture, and expressed his gratitude in this way.

Pan Long was very uncomfortable with this, and dodged away.

In his two lives, he never knelt down. No matter which world he is, the group he belongs to is kneeling to the heavens and the earth, kneeling to the gods and Buddhas, and kneeling to the ancestors...... And then it was gone.

This kind of thing is not popular in any way.

Being bowed down and kissed by others, Pan Long really couldn't accept it.

"Hurry up! Didn't I agree to teach the Fa!" he said helplessly.

But the big horn insisted on bowing before he got up and stood. And standing in front of Pan Long, he deliberately bowed slightly, not letting himself be too high above Pan Long.

Pan Long shook his head and sighed.

In contrast, he still prefers the way he got along with Bighorn and the others before.

Subsequently, Dajiao told everyone about Pan Long's decision.

He said solemnly, "Our most important task now is to ensure that Mr. Ban arrives safely in Zion, and we can do it at any cost. Anyone, including me, can be sacrificed. Even if we have to sacrifice all of us, we have to make sure that Mr. Pan is safe!

Everyone replied solemnly, "Yes!"

Once this decision is made, everything that follows is much more convenient.

Anhill freed up a package and asked Big Horn to help transport the bodies of the guides to a distant place and burn them, and the ashes were brought back.

Their ashes emit a faint green light, and there are many large and small emerald green fragments mixed in them, which makes people's hearts furious when they look at it.

"That's psionic shards. "Many psionics are cremated after death, and they burn out these fragments, and they are a very useful source of energy, and they are not invaluable. ”

"They were psykers before?" Pan Long asked.

"Of course not, they're just ordinary people. Rangier sighed, "The old man doesn't understand why they have become psionic in just a moment's time, and ...... Judging from the number of psionic fragments in the ashes, the degree of infection is quite high. ”

Pan Long frowned and said, "I ate a little bit of the meat of that big octopus, and then bowed a few times and recited a few incantations?"

"From what we can see, that's the only way to go. ”

"Then they're too susceptible to infection!"

The old man thought so too. ”

Not only do they think so, but so do the relatives and friends of those guides.

They didn't blame everyone for the death of their guides - in this world, leaving towns and villages to go on an expedition was meant to risk their lives.

Ordinary people do this kind of thing, and it is natural to die, and it is an unexpected joy to be alive.

So they had already collected a lot of money, which was life money.

Now that they are dead, they have brought back a batch of valuable psionic fragments, and even if these psionic fragments are sold through official channels, they are enough to keep their families safe and secure for another five or six years, and if they go through the black market, it is possible to double it.

So what are they not satisfied with?

A few old men even asked enthusiastically, what method did it take to make people infected enough to produce so many psionic fragments in a very short period of time?

Looking at their faces that were so old that they almost had to lose their scales, chewing on the desolate and sad meaning in their words, Pan Long couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

He remembered a legend - it is said that in some places, old people often go to deliberately touch the passing cars of other places. Whether it is a sum of money or being hit and killed and really making the other party lose money, it is okay to get money anyway.

I don't know if this legend is true or not, but the indifference to life behind this legend makes Pan Long uncomfortable to think about.

He killed a lot of people, and he didn't dare to follow Hong Qigong's example, saying "I killed all the people who should be killed", but even if he asked himself if he was probably a good person, he couldn't accept this indifferent attitude towards life.

This world really needs to be changed, and it really needs to be saved!

(Need a savior, huh? Okay! I'll be the savior!)

After handing over the ashes, Zion's operatives bought two cars from a local merchant.

According to Dajiao's idea, he was going to buy a more comfortable large business car. But Pan Long suggested that he buy at least one truck.

"Why buy a truck?"

"Because we needed a space big enough for ourselves to be able to lie down. Pan Long said, "This is the need for cultivation. ”

Big Horn came to his senses and bought two trucks.

Electric Snake, Franke and Anhill in one car, and Turin, Rangier, Big Horn and Panron in one car.

Everyone in the group, with the exception of Turin, who was diminutive, could drive - mercenaries couldn't drive? That's a joke. So they can take turns driving, day and night.

Moreover, trucks also have a big advantage.

The carriage is large enough to hold a lot of supplies, and when you pull up the tent at night, it is directly a simple tent.

Of course, it will be colder to use the carriage as a tent, but fortunately, the weather is still warm these days, so it is okay.

The two cars drove eastward, for five or six days in the wilderness, without even refueling, except for a single addition of cooling water as they passed through a village.

Psionic fragments are so powerful as an energy source?!

Pan Long probably understood why the people of this world had never been able to make up their minds and completely abandon the use of psionic energy.

Even if you don't consider the strength advantage of the psionic infected, the energy source of psionic fragments alone is addictive.

Compared with this thing, any oil and coal are all slag, and they will be so bad that there will be no slag left!

Heading east, avoiding all populated areas, they eventually arrived at a mobile city.

The mobile city was a little smaller than the ancient city of Skolap, where they had searched and lived before, but it was already a behemoth. From a distance, it looked like a hill, standing still. But when you look closer, you can see countless support columns extending from the massive metal chassis and propping up to the ground, holding the massive man-made object up.

In addition to the support columns, there are countless tracks. They were probably used when the city was moving, and now they are all stationary, motionless.

As early as when he first saw the city, Big Horn used a communicator to send a signal. By the time they reached the vicinity of the city, a long metal slope had extended from the city and connected to the ground.

They did not go directly to the city, but first dealt with a group of guards guarding outside.

Everyone giggled and knew that they were very familiar with each other at a glance, and the captain of the guard even took out a cigarette and gave one to both Bighorn and Rangier, and the three of them swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog together, chatting happily.

But the guards still inspected the two cars very carefully, and carefully scanned the cars and everyone with something that looked like a scanning gun.

The scanner didn't respond when it swept over others, but when it swept over Big Horn and Franke, it made a beeping alarm and lit up red.

The captain of the guard sighed and said, "Thank you for your hard work. ”

Obviously, Bighorn and Franke are psionic infestations, and they know it.

"Nothing, it's fine. Dajiao smiled and said, "At least everyone is back completely, and there is no one missing, and they are content." ”

The captain of the guard spat out a smoke ring: "I don't know when we will be able to develop a drug that completely cures the infection......"

"Spare the 'doctor', he's been sleeping for less than four hours a day. ”

"Those who can work harder. ”

"Beware of him dying of overwork. ”

As he was giggling, the scanner swept over the box containing the psionic crystals, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and the red light was so bright that it was almost dazzling.

"What's that?" asked the captain of the guard, taken aback.

"Psionic crystallization. Big Horn pretended not to care, "It's just that the number is a bit large, and the size is a bit big." ”

Rangier cooperated with him tacitly, and immediately "casually" compared the size of those crystal pillars: "Such a big one, six." ”

The captain of the guard widened his eyes and swallowed and spat: "This ...... That's a lot of money, I'm afraid it's enough to buy a small mobile city......"

"Haha, dude, you're exaggerating. ”

Hip-hop, the topic of Pan Long's identity was deliberately ignored in the past.

After the inspection, the car drove up the slope to the mobile city, along a wide road to the top of the city.

The terrain here is open, and there are many houses of high and low heights. As seen in Skolap before, the tallest house is no more than two storeys.

At first glance, it looks like a small city. But in reality, it's just the "top" of the city.

Dajiao parked the car in a parking lot, got everyone out of the car, and walked all the way to the square in the middle of the city.

On the floor of the square, a huge pattern is painted that resembles a chess castle. And in the center of the square, there is also such a statue.

Walking to the edge of the square, Dajiao turned around, turned his back to the statue, and bowed to Pan Long.

"Mr. Pan, welcome to the Psyker's Rescue Center, our dream home, the Promised Land, Zion. ”