I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

The hazy clouds thickened visibly to the naked eye and gathered at the end of the distant sky.

The dim sunlight spreads its afterglow to the earth through the scattered radioactive dust, lengthening the shadow of the ruins.

"Whirring whirring…"

The invisible wind blew through this desolate land, bringing a hint of desolation and coolness.

Seven or eight figures carrying sacks were walking quickly through the ruins like mice.

At this time, the figure walking at the front suddenly made a gesture, and then everyone stopped.

Then the figure raised his head slightly and stared at the large group of dark clouds at the end of the sky.

"It's a fast-moving cold front..."

"Speed ​​up and return to camp!"

"The storm is coming!"

"Be careful of crazy zombies or alien species that may appear along the way..."

A dry sound came from the full-face gas mask made of butyl rubber.

The voice diaphragms on both sides of the mask are like the trembling back membrane of a cricket.

It is the "parents" of these people who are speaking.

Carrying a laser rifle with obvious signs of manual modification on his back.

The lens at the front end of the coil is brewing a light red beam.

It represents burning, penetration and death.

But at this moment, it is the last remaining sense of security in everyone's hearts.

No one dared to neglect, and the speed of progress suddenly accelerated a bit.

The storm in the wasteland undoubtedly hides deadly murderous intent.

Even crazy ghouls and ferocious radioactive aliens will hide in the ruins driven by survival instinct.

The thin Rosen walked in the middle of the team, with a pair of smart eyes under the goggles fixed by leather straps.

The rounded leather hat tightly pressed the few strands of black hair sticking out from his forehead.

Behind him was a bulging sack that was almost bigger than his body.

This made his steps a little difficult.

Suddenly, Rosen felt the sack behind him become lighter.

"Don't fall behind."

I saw a rough palm holding the bottom of the sack.

Rosen nodded gratefully.

The person standing behind him had most of his head covered by a scarf, half of his face was covered with burn marks, and only one intact eye was shining with tenacity.

"Uncle Zong, thank you..."

Rosen licked his dry lips and thanked her like a mosquito.

In response, the man called Uncle Zong just raised his chin slightly.

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Five or six minutes later.

They came to a slope.

It is said to be a slope, but in fact it is just a pile of ruins caused by collapsed houses.

Over the years, the surface of the ruins has been covered with a thick layer of dirt.

These reinforced concrete wall panels are extremely hard, and even if you hit them with all your strength with a hammer, you can only break off a few pieces.

Part of the rusty steel bars are exposed, some sharp and some curved, as if they are thorns made of steel.

There is also a neon sign half-way into the ground on the ruins.

There is a vaguely visible square box with three printed letters of "Mart-Mart" on it.

The broken colored lamp glass glowed with a slightly eerie flash under the dim light.

Standing in the lee of the slope, several people quickly swept away the dust covering the surface, revealing a simple door made of wooden boards and iron wire.

After opening the door, you will find that there is another cave in the ruins on the slope.

The collapsed concrete wall panels support each other, forming an inverted triangular interior space.

The figure holding the laser rifle walked to the door first and turned on the flashlight hanging on his shoulder.

After observing carefully for a while, I got in.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief, came to the gate and filed in.

The person walking at the end is responsible for covering the simple wooden door again.

Darkness completely enveloped this small space.

"Zi la!"

The purple arc light danced, and the arc igniter burned the half-burnt dead branches under the hanging furnace.

As the first orange firework appeared, the fire was quickly lit.

A small soup bucket with a dark bottom was hung over the fire.

The tongue of fire licked the soup bucket, emitting a burning smell.

Seven or eight sleeping bags or rugs were placed around the fire like petals guarding the stamens of a flower.

That's the bed for the big guys.

Everyone put down their sacks next to their beds.

Then a lot of scrap metal was poured out with a clanking sound.

Rosen was no exception. He pushed his goggles to his forehead, revealing tired bags under his eyes.

He hasn't been sleeping well recently and has been having strange dreams.

At this moment, he was swallowing to suppress the gastric acid that rushed from his abdomen to his throat. At the same time, he grabbed the flat-headed short drill and used the force of sucking to pry open the casings of severely corroded household appliances, looking for parts that had not been corroded or damaged.

If you are lucky, the parts dismantled from discarded small household appliances can be exchanged for two or three energy units of dark crystals in the Golden Sunshine Street.

No one said anything and everyone was hungry and thirsty.

Save energy and finish the work first.

They are a group of "lonely ghosts" wandering around the ruins of the city——

——Scavengers.

This is the most open profession in the wasteland.

The Marauders jokingly call them Garbage Guys, and the Mutants call them Bugs.

But the waste pickers themselves are extremely optimistic and call themselves "collectors" or "recycling experts".

In this temporary camp, only the figure carrying the laser rifle did not need to dismantle the waste.

While everyone was busy, this figure had silently taken off his gas mask.

The short chestnut hair that reaches her ears and the light blue eyes prove that she is a woman.

The mottled skin caused by the wind and sun made her face look particularly tough.

She took off the cowhide water bag from her waist, pulled out the stopper, and poured half of the bag of water into the soup bucket.

When lifting the water bag, she stretched out her tongue and gently licked away the water droplets that fell on the edge.

Clean water in the wasteland is very precious.

After pouring the water, she took out four plastic-wrapped tubes from the backpack behind her.

Bite open the seal and squeeze out strips of light yellow paste into the pot.

This is E-type nutritional mixture, a cheap food supplement.

The paste-like substances inside are all concentrated organic matter, and the sources of raw materials are very complicated.

It might be a mad ghoul, a deformed alien species, or a big rotten-smelling bug.

The water in the soup bucket boiled quickly, and the four tubes of nutritional mixture turned into a pot of turbid "porridge".

The weird fragrance filled the air, making everyone's hunger uncontrollable.

"dinner time!"

The hoarse voice instantly awakened everyone's attention.

As the "parent" of this group of scavengers, Sade knows how to "take care of" them.

She is both protector and nanny.

Because she is a genetically enhanced warrior.

This "symbiosis" model is common among scavengers.

In return, everyone must hand over part of the dark crystals they exchange for in the block to her.

Putting down the parts at hand, Rosen picked up an enamel cup and walked over.

When the steaming "porridge" was poured into the cup, a sparkle finally burst out in his eyes.

Immediately, eager swallowing sounds echoed in this cramped space.

For scavengers, this is a happy time every day.

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