Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 601 Lurking (Combined Chapter)
Late at night, it’s time to sleep.

Even for the construction of a flash site, during this period of time, the workers on shift work gradually return to their dormitories to rest and recuperate.

However, it was not peaceful outside.

"Oh oh oh!"

Although humans have rested, night is the time when orangutans are active, and the trainers drive them around to take over the vacant positions.

Inside the house, Chad stayed in his assigned room, bent over the table, and quietly read a book with the help of a flashlight in his hand.

If a companion saw it.

You will be surprised to find that he is squandering natural resources:
The room was clearly equipped with animal oil and candles, and even electricity could be supplied to provide lighting at a fixed time in the middle of the night...

But Chad happened to use the disposable lighting stick he exchanged from the technology hunter. It had soft light and clear lumens, but the key was that its brightness would magically decrease once it left a certain range from the center.

Will not expose yourself.

This allows technological hunters holding flash sticks to see in the dark without being discovered by distant bandits or certain light-thirsty monsters.

Points required.

It’s also quite expensive.

However, at this moment, Chad was just holding these survival props and reading his notebook by the light - so whether he looked from the window outside the house or from the crack in the door, he could only see darkness, and the people living there had fallen asleep.

In Chad's hand.

These were the notes that had previously been given to Lu Meng for translation.

However, this tech hunter did not read the translation written above as normal, as if the previously recorded entries were not important at all.

He simply circled some words on each entry and copied them onto a separate piece of oily paper.

And these words gradually formed sentences——

Chad's copy.

It is actually an encryption method.

What he really wanted to know was not the items listed in the notes, but the sentence structure after transcription.

He collected and separated the words he did not understand, then found passages in ancient books that contained the same words and copied them down into his notes.

In this way, if someone can completely translate the above text, Chad only needs to extract the vocabulary definitions he really needs, and then recombine them to get the answer - but the other party will not know his intention.

A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, wetting the paper and blurring out an ink character.

Chad's pen paused.

He wiped the sweat off his face.

He had been preparing for this plan for many years...but the only problem was that he had underestimated the difficulty of deciphering ancient texts.

The south is not the traditional activity area for technology hunters. Even the old mechanics stationed at the station are not able to fully interpret all of his notes.

They joked.

If there is anyone who can recognize all the words above... he must be an old guy who has survived from ancient times.

For example, the skeletons whose memories have never been deleted.

Of course, jokes aside, at the end of the world is the only university in the continent, gathering countless mechanics and scholars; and in the Black Scratch, there is the largest library today, and all the ancient books collected by the technology hunters must be sent to the library for backup first. In a sense, even mechanics can only eat second-hand goods...

In both places, there must be people who have spent their entire lives studying and mastered this art.

Although this proportion is certainly quite small.

I just didn’t expect that…

Chad bit the end of his pen.

Unexpectedly, he gave the notes to a man who called himself "Lu Beiyou" with a tentative intention, and in the end he actually solved the puzzle.

Liu Si confirmed the accuracy of the other party's translation by comparing it with a dictionary; while Chad confirmed it based on the ciphertext he compiled.

If Lu Beiyou was making it up.

The final reorganization results will definitely be nonsense... However, although they are not fluent now, at least they are readable.

"But, why is there a paragraph missing here..." Chad tapped the table with the tip of his pen.

Did I forget it?

After all, the other party's level is not as good as those old mechanics, so it is normal to have mistakes and omissions.

"Oh oh oh!"

Outside the house, there was a noisy sound.

That was the orangutans gathering together again after a break to perform their rituals.

When I entered the city before.

The Tech Hunters have already seen it.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Red King will dress up as a priest, performing "miracles" in front of the beasts, while demonstrating his animal taming abilities among the herdsmen of Shem... Chad pondered.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing using the secret method of ancient martial arts… Although he had no idea why the person who taught him could understand such a method, it was actually useful at the critical moment.

Calm mind.

The thinking becomes more agile and the perception improves exponentially.

Through the thick walls, Chad could hear the snoring coming from the rooms next door - these companions were sleeping soundly.

Even though it's noisy outside.

He can understand this.

When the technology hunters are exploring the ruins, landslides, lightning and thunder are common in the surrounding environment, and they can sleep in the open air.

Now in the city, in the civilized stronghold, no matter what the conditions are, they are much better than those places.

It is also for this reason.

The headquarters would want to set up relay stations in various places on the continent - after all, every member of the inner ring has climbed up from the most basic technology hunter.

They know best what people in this business want most after traveling thousands of miles.

But it feels like home.

Relay station... Mine Town... Flash...

Chad grabbed his blue-gray coat and put it on, then tucked the ciphertext he had already sorted out close to his body and turned off the flashlight.

Accompanied by a slight creaking sound.

The door opened and closed.

The entire corridor was pitch black, with only the sound of breathing coming from various places.

……

……

On the plains of Shandi, a huge white beast beat its chest and stamped its feet, roaring angrily.

An adult orangutan is equivalent to the size of two normal humans, and this giant beast is two or three times larger than its peers.

Elder-stage orangutan.

The first giant ape to establish the "Gorilla Tribe" with the help of the power of the White Tent - and also the first "king of a fallen country" to be wiped out by the wolf cavalry.

The more intelligent a creature is, the easier it is to be deceived... However, for an alien like it that has lived for nearly four or five hundred years, it is a different story.

Orangutans are naturally intelligent.

This beast king has already approached humans. The only difference is that it can't speak.

In its eyes, its former subjects, the people who should have been conquered... are now crawling at the feet of the black-robed human on the altar in front of it... What a shame!

Even itself has to work like a slave for the other party...What is a horse?
——Be honest.

The black-robed priest with a silver-gray primordial fire tattooed on his back blew the bone sound to warn it.

The white giant ape's stomach made a loud gurgling sound, but in the end, it did not move.

Humans of Shem.

Pretty weird.

They have the ability to communicate directly with the beasts, and the stronger ones can even influence the animals' nerves, thinking, physiological activities... and even directly control them.

And the black-robed man in front of him.

He is undoubtedly the strongest among them...?
At least, in the hundreds of years that the giant apes have survived, they have never encountered anyone from the land of Shem who could directly influence their ethnic group.

Just like those long-necked beasts.

Just as difficult to control.

The other party can do it now...that means he must be the strongest among them, right?

The elder orangutan obediently took out a portion of the food distributed into his basket and handed it respectfully to the man in black robe.

Not to mention that half a basket of food seemed as small as fruits between its thick fingers...even compared to the black-robed human in front of it, it seemed as if the orangutan could crush him into pieces with just one grab.

But it doesn't dare to do so.

Unlike other gorillas of the same kind, some were attracted by magical powers, some were disturbed by the ability to tame animals, or simply because food was provided here... The only reason why this elder beaked gorilla surrendered was that he was pinned to the ground and beaten by this inconspicuous ordinary human.

At that time, the opponent was not wearing a black robe, and his white hair fluttered in the wind. He didn't even have a weapon in his hand, but he just raised his fist and broke the bones and tendons of the giant gorilla that was much larger than him.

The scene was no less than a fight between mortals and gods - and about to be pulled down from the altar.

As a result, the followers gathered by the Beast King dispersed and switched sides.

As for the elder beaked ape itself...if it weren't for the great power of the White Sanctuary, it suspected that it would have met its grandmother.

Therefore, that to which it submits.

It's strength.

However, the surrounding orangutans did not understand this. They only saw that their former boss was now being respectful to them.

There will be no shame.

Instead, I feel like I'm with the right person.

As the black-robed priest once again went up to the altar and shouted and waved his arms, all the apes erupted in enthusiastic roars, full of motivation to continue working.

"Master Chuhuo." A trainer stepped forward, "It's time to end."

The black-robed priest nodded.

The brim of the hat was slightly lifted, revealing a half-iron mask with medical symbols on it.

"Oh, right……"

Before he could move, the tamer added, "The Cult of Embers is also urging you to show up. It seems that someone transformed himself in secret and got an inflammation as a result."

“…Do I need to intervene in this matter?” The black-robed man spoke, his voice had a mechanical quality, as if he had installed some low-quality voice changer, and it sounded quite hoarse and unpleasant… But to the ears of Yu Jin’s followers, this might be the sound of nature: “If you have this disease, just throw it on the mechanical maintenance bed, it won’t be of much help for me to go there.”

"It's like this. That person is a new believer and hasn't had time to be trained yet, so he did something that violated the ban." The trainer explained, "You can take this opportunity to step forward and perform a miracle... I mean, when he lies on the mechanical maintenance bed, you can recite the prayer beside him - Mr. Bud has improved it, and I was fortunate enough to listen to it once, it's quite beautiful."

"..." There was silence for a while.

There are roughly three forces gathered here now: For the people in the swamp, Lu Beiyou is their king of the swamp who swept everything and pushed down the dense forest at the Shark Village Conference. There is nothing wrong with being loyal to him.

In the Order of Ashes, the other party is the founding Grand Master, the First Flame who inherited the apocalypse and will lead the Ashes to rekindle. He is also the representative of Narko, the god of darkness and all things, in the human world.

It is normal for him to be able to master the power of machinery and help patients recover.

The tamer's intention was obviously to hope that Chu Huo could use the power of the mechanical repair bed to perform "miracles", and at the same time advise and teach these new believers who had just joined the cult so that they would not go astray.

——As for the nomads of Shem, although they also accepted the concept of the First Fire preached by the Order of the Embers, they formed a local version that combined their own folk customs and worshiped the Red King's ability to tame animals.

I am not too interested in mechanical transformation.

The fact that these three forces with different ideologies can come together... is really all because they admire the same person after all.

It’s Lubeiyou.

He became the greatest common denominator of people.

"...Okay." The black-robed man sighed, "Take me to the church service."

The price is that he is needed everywhere. He just showed his ability to tame animals here, but he is being urged to do so by other places.

The herd of animals is dispersing, returning to their original place under the urging of the trainer.

The man in black robe gradually walked down the altar.

His nose wings suddenly twitched under his iron face, and then he turned his head and asked, "Do you smell anything?"

The trainer was stunned by his question, and quickly turned around, taking a breath: "...No."

If I must say something, it's just the common green grass in the land of Shan mixed with the smell of the beasts, which the herdsmen have become accustomed to.

"……wrong."

The man in black robe paused.

Ever since that incident, his senses have become unusually sharp, not just his vision, but also his hearing and smell - and this smell is gradually becoming clearer and stronger.

He suddenly covered his mouth.

He retched.

"Master Chuhuo!" The trainer quickly supported him, "What's wrong with you?"

This sudden change caused the surrounding soldiers and other animal trainers who were about to leave to look over.

Someone hurried forward.

The anxiety in his eyes seemed about to overflow.

After such a long time, this was the first time they saw this adult lose his composure like this—

"Don't worry about me!" The man in black robe suddenly shook them off, looked into the distance with a hint of fear, and pointed his finger, saying, "Go back to your own posts..."

"especially--"

Control the herd.

But his order was too late. Almost in an instant, a light green smoke blew past along with the strong wind from the grassland.

If it were daytime, its color would be extremely clear and everyone would be able to notice the abnormality at first glance.

Unfortunately,

It is now late at night with the moon at its zenith.

What followed was a stench.

Now everyone can smell it, the extreme stimulation goes from the nasal cavity to the lungs, making their stomachs churn and making them want to retch.

But something even more horrible than the smell happened.

In the distance, a group of beasts were howling.

(End of this chapter)