Battle Frenzy

There is no genre here, or every powerful warrior must find his own genre, otherwise, it will only flow to the next.

To be honest, this is terrible, and the feeling of blossoming, if the federation does not completely control the empire from the ideological level, but let its ambitious development, perhaps, this is another Caesar empire, more aggressive and unreasonable .

Just go back like this, then he is not Moore, the Potter family, never return empty-handed.

Death trials became the final test of Molden.

Here, it is also the traditional trial of the Tutankhamun warriors. Anyone who survives for a month can get the universal respect and recognition of Tutankhamun. If you can survive for three months, you will be called “Shazan”, as long as you go to the royal family, you will get a Sazan badge representing strength and status.

Did not get the expected training in Tutankhamun, then at least have to take a title of Shazan and return to the federation. At the beginning, Moorden was equipped with equipment into the desert of death, but soon he took most of the The equipment and the Tutankhamun replaced their earthen things, such as the tents for the anti-radiation striated bones.

Everything was carried out in the same way as the native Tutankhamun fighters.

This is the seventh day of the Moorden Trial, he has begun to adapt to the environment here, and learned how to find a living resource in this place of death.

The sky soon became bright, the air began to become anxious, the hot atmosphere with a strong high-dimensional influence, radiating the land of death, the flesh of the beast bones radiating the power of the light, the originally very dim shield Like a squeezed bubble, it is very unstable, but still does its best to filter out most of the harmful energy. But even so, Molden's skin still feels a sting, like leaning his body against the iron plate that is slowly heating, not the kind of explosive hot, just continuous, and the more people The more unbearable it is.

Moorden took out the water bladder, but soon, he forced back and put the water bag back into the backpack. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore these external influences. He needed sleep, only protection. With enough sleep, you have enough energy to face the night. High concentrations of radiation are dead, but the greatest danger also brings the most peaceful time.

Controlling sleep in pain is a technique that Molden learned these days. The focus is not on patience, but on breathing, following the breath of sand dunes. It is a bit like a means of hypnosis, but not entirely, Molden soon finds The rhythm, caught in a dream.

But soon, the rhythm of the movement came from the sand, and the Moorden in the dream quickly awake back.

Far from seeing a dozen figures in the sun slowly approaching him.

Radiant people!

In this dead desert, there are not only the soldiers of Tutankhamun, but also the mutants of the radiant people. They, or they, are the enemies and disasters of the northern part of Tutankhamun. They used to be humans, but they are highly radiated. The desert zone changes their life structure, only a very small amount of water is needed, everything can be their food, including sand, and the radiation no longer harms them. On the contrary, it is the nutrients of their lives, equivalent to oxygen. For humans.

The people of the radiant people gradually began to withdraw from the north of Tutankhamun under the repeated attacks of the empire. The death desert is their border with the empire. The soldiers of Tutankhamun will try it here, so the radiation people also Hunting humans here, whether it is hatred by former compatriots, or the pain of continually afflicting the body, the human flesh has become their favorite taste.

Moorden was eyeing, more than one day, they are the Yi people with human wisdom, scouting, judging, and then killing, the day of the dead desert is their time.

Molden smiled and counted the numbers, twelve radiation people, he put out his tongue and licked his lips, took out the water bladder, drank a big mouth, and ate a radiation-resistant film, which allowed him to radiate. The fire was fully open for ten minutes, then he began to seriously bandage his hands.

Before the radiation man completed the encirclement, Moore rushed out, lightning rushed to the front of a radiant person, the face of the ugly and distorted person was covered with green fluff, and the green can still be seen in the sunlight. Light, the radiation screamed, the smell of the mouth snorted, and Moore's unskilled straight punches, while the body flashed over the arms of the radiant person, it was a pair You can see the arms that are rotten so that you can see the bones, not thick, but under the blessing of radiation, the power is enough to easily penetrate the body defense of the gray blood warrior.

Molton's fist directly penetrated the neck of the radiant person, and the strength of the strangulation, like the bomb of the directional blasting, instantly blasted the tough throat of the person through a large hole.

There are eleven left.

Molden continues to save lightning!

However, he did not find that the firepower was fully opened. Far away, an army full of anti-radiation equipment was watching the killing coldly, and the military of the whole army was murderous.

The tall leader is the only black man who is not wearing radiation equipment. Looking at the lightning-like Moorden, he constantly circulates among the radiation people, constantly killing powerful radiation people one by one, and his eyes are even colder.

"Federal people still have some level, but so far, let more people radiate."

After the dunes, there were more grotesque radiant people, as if they were drilled out of the cage, madly rushing to Moore.

This is unreasonable.

Although Moorden wants to sharpen himself, he is not an idiot, just as he does not go into the wilderness. The people there can care whether he is a federal or not. He also pays special attention to how he will There is such a large amount suddenly appearing here!

He smelled the conspiracy ~www.readwn.com~Vazina Oasis.

Lord Wachner is carefully accompanying a middle-aged man who is like a black jewel in his body. The man is always smiling and his dark lips are set against the white teeth of the snow. The contrast of the other makes people have a beautiful appearance. The gentle feeling, the strange charm, let his gas field suppress the whole room, and everyone unconsciously surrendered to him.

"Come, this glass of wine, respect the great god, thank him for giving us life and strength."

The middle-aged man raised the glass of wine in his hand. This is a luxury from the free federation. His eyes flashed a bit of play. The empire is more and more inseparable from the free federation. It doesn't matter, but a stern surrender, so go on. ,Really can? When the people see the yellow skin more awesome than seeing the lord, how much time do they have to enjoy these things as they do now?

Enjoyment and ambition are really difficult dilemmas.

(The second is sent, and strive for a monthly ticket, thank you!) (To be continued.)