burst god

Chapter 157 Are We Still Saved?

When Lu Ze walked down from the second floor, he naturally saw the wasteland warriors lined up neatly in four rows.

The same tall body, the same pale skin, the same reddish bloodshot pupils. ,

And the same silence.

When forty incomparably close individuals gather together, the momentum is astonishing.

In the corridor foyer on the first floor, the rest of the people saw so many wasteland warriors gathered together, they had already run away.

Lu Ze raised his eyelids, glanced at the forty wasteland warriors in front of him, his eyes were indifferent, and he walked down casually.

"If you want to make a move, please do it together."

"If not, please get out of the way."

The wasteland warrior was silent.

Lu Ze kept walking.

The distance between the two sides shortened visible to the naked eye, when Lu Ze's falling toes were still one meter away from the first row of wasteland warriors.

The leading wasteland warrior with his hair tied behind his back and with crimson eyes suddenly raised his right hand.

"wilderness--"

There was a forest of voices, and the 39 people behind them stopped at attention at the same time.

"exist."

Snapped!

The right hand fell and hit the seam of the trousers of the right leg, making a crisp sound.

Whoa!

40 people lined up around the same time.

A straight passage spread out, but the distance between left and right was only 150 centimeters. These wasteland warriors held their chests high, their tall and dull bodies like sculptures, and their momentum was breathtaking.

The 40 people turned their heads at the same time, looking at the young man who was copying the list with his hand and looking casual.

"Thank you." Lu Ze stepped into the phalanx, smiled, and passed the wasteland warrior who had signaled with a vertical fist.

A second later, a dull voice sounded from behind with a slight undetectable fluctuation.

"Can we... be saved?"

Maybe it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, and he seemed to be struggling to speak every word.

But he still unswervingly expressed every word clearly.

Lu Ze said calmly while walking: "See how you want to save?"

"I want to be sober, I want to retain...humanity."

Hearing this sentence, the other 39 eyes were all fixed on Lu Ze's back and profile...

There was hope in their eyes.

"About this point, you are asking the wrong person, Tiger Shark will be more authoritative than me." Lu Ze said without turning his head.

"Our alienation speed is accelerating...we are wasteland warriors, and they are wasteland warriors, we are the losers of natural selection. Although we failed...but we still want to live as individuals..."

Lu Ze had passed through the crowd for nearly half, and chuckled lightly after hearing these words, "The loser of natural selection? Heh, who told you this interesting point of view?"

"The leader, the commander, the warrior." The voice of the leader came out, and the surroundings were silent. This was their common answer.

"Then do you believe it?" Lu Ze was about to walk out of the crowd.

"I believe it. But after seeing you make a move... we began to disbelieve. My name is Li Gu, and my desolation level has reached 56%... I have no parents, no wife and children, I am afraid that I will wait a few days to even have this The name is gone too. Then the Commander will pass it on to the next person."

The wasteland warrior looked at Lu Ze's back, clearly expressing sadness, but these words came out of his mouth with only one tone, as stiff as ice cubes in the cold winter.

"Li Gu?" Lu Ze repeated the name, stopped and turned around slightly, his eyes swept over the group of wasteland warriors, and finally fell on Li Gu, "In my perception, you don't seem to be natural losers. "

A ripple flashed in the depths of the pupils of the wasteland warrior named Li Gu. He wanted to express his excitement, but in the end he just let out an emotionless "hmm", so they expressed it in another way, and forty eyes stared straight at him. Looking straight at Lu Ze.

Lu Ze didn't care, and raised three fingers, "Ordinary people usually have three results after entering the fog."

"First, being washed away by the power of the mist, the body gradually returned to wildness, and finally turned into a walking corpse until it was killed by a giant beast. It is [Misty Corpse]."

"Second, have extreme tenacity, resist the corrosion of the soul, walk out alive but suffer from the backlash of the fog all his life, and finally be pulled into the abyss step by step. Compared with the first result, the difference is that he is rarely killed by giant beasts, because You who have experienced a lot of experience will become the boss of a foggy area, and you have demonstrated a failed direction for human evolution. Let’s call it [Mist Warrior].”

"Thirdly, with extreme evil, tyranny and dictatorship filled the whole brain. Because of their worship, they made their bodies the best candidates for the fog, and eventually became the vanguard of the fog invading the world. Humanity seems to be still there, but it is no longer there. I can’t come back. They are the best endorsement for the body to obey the nature of the cells, and this kind of person will have a unique name, [Anti-Star]. "

Lu Ze's light words were like a thunderbolt to these wasteland warriors.

Almost all of their combat careers have been shrouded in fog, but the casual remarks of the young man in front of him lightly pointed out a complete theoretical system for them.

"When you absorb the mist, but still stick to your humanity deep in your heart, you will naturally be backlashed by the power of the mist. This is nothing more than a normal thing."

"So we are, Mist?"

"No, you are weak quasi-foggers." Lu Ze corrected quite seriously.

"Then...is there any help for us?" Li Gu asked the question again, but the bloody pupils exuded a gloomy luster.

"The degree of alienation is less than 70%, and I can pull it back." Lu Ze shrugged and looked at Li Gu calmly, "But why should I help you?"

"We want to live with dignity, and we are willing to follow you." Li Gu gave the answer, and his answer represented another 39 silent wasteland warriors, or more.

"make a deal."

Lu Ze walked up to Li Gu, and a phoenix phantom appeared in his eyes. The two fingers of his right hand brought up flowing clouds, forming layers of phantoms and falling on Li Gu's heart. The latter didn't even have a chance to react, and his figure was heavy With a tremor, the eyeballs popped and bloodshot, like a zombie.

Layers of delicate ripples rippling from the fingertips, shaking the wasteland warrior's steel-hard skin into soft plasticine.

The star power in the sea of ​​consciousness turned into a stream along the arms and fingers and pierced into Li solid body.

The slender phoenix flame twisted slightly, and an invisible flame seemed to spread along the stream into the opponent's body.

Li Gu's body over 190cm suddenly arched under the huge force.

There was a crackling sound of firewood exploding in the muscles and bones.

Twelve bulges suddenly appeared on the back, and then quickly subsided.

When Li Gu looked up again, cold sweat had already formed on his forehead. Although there were more bloodshot eyes, the blood in his pupils had already turned lighter.

"I actually..."

"Feel the pain?"

(End of this chapter)