With the system, I just want to assist in paddling

This is really scary!

"Haha... It looks like you don't believe it?"

After all, Kestrel did not hide the expression on her face. The old man understood what Kestrel was thinking by looking at the expression on her face.

The old man's next words made Lu Zian narrow his eyes slightly.

"But this is normal. After all, this was nearly 200 years ago."

"200?!"

After listening to the old man's words, Kestrel could no longer hold back and suddenly exclaimed.

If we follow what this old man said, wouldn't he have lived for more than 200 years?

This has completely exceeded the life span of normal humans. Even humans before the invasion of Darkin Feathers could not reach this life span.

Although people can benefit from

Use magic power, but their lifespan has not increased, and the limit is still more than 100 years old.

But this man said that he had lived for at least two hundred years. How could this be possible?

The old man didn't retort but silently opened his shirt. There was a white magic crystal in the pit of his heart.

"Mutant?!"

The moment he saw the old man's chest, Kestrel raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the old man.

But Lu Zian stretched out his hand to stop the gun in her hand.

"Don't rush."

After stopping the gun in Kestrel's hand, Lu Zian readjusted his sitting posture and looked at the old man in front of him with a relaxed expression.

"I'm curious, are you in your current state, a human or a mutant?"

The old man did not answer Lu Zian's question immediately. Instead, he stared at Lu Zian closely for a long time.

After a while, he laughed again.

"Young man, you are not simple either." The old man's pointed voice made Lu Zian raise his eyebrows as a compliment.

Then the old man pulled up his shirt and continued: "I don't know what to call this state. I lost consciousness after the infection. When I regained consciousness, I became like this."

"You can still regain consciousness after becoming a mutant..." Listening to the old man's words, Kestrel's heart was already filled with turmoil.

If all the mutants could regain consciousness, wouldn't the mutants she had killed over the years amount to killing people in disguise?

Lu Zian, who was sitting on the chair, still remained calm. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up at the old man again.

"I think this matter is not that simple, right?"

After Lu Zian said the words, the old man was slightly stunned, but he nodded with a wry smile on his face.

"The moment I regained consciousness, my memory didn't come back with me."

"But fortunately, as time goes by, some memory fragments slowly appear in my mind, but...the perspective in these memories is a little strange."

"It wasn't until later that I realized that they...were not my memories at all." The old man leaned on the chair and spoke in a very plain voice, but Lu Zian had already roughly guessed something.

The old man closed his eyes with a somewhat painful expression.

"Those memories are the remaining memories of the people I devoured, that is...the memories of my closest relatives."

At this moment, a chill instantly invaded Kestrel's body, making her hair stand on end.

Chapter 424 The Destroyer

As the old man slowly narrated, Kestrel's worldview collapsed and Lu Zian gained a little more understanding of the world.

About 200 years ago, several flying cities united under a plan and sent a large number of humans back to the earth.

People relied on the weapons in their hands to successfully clear a safe area, and then they built a large base, hoping to study the remaining contamination and create an antibody antidote.

At the same time, this is also the first base for human counterattack on the ground.

It's a pity that the good times did not last long. The pollution at that time was still very serious for human males.

Within a few months after the base was built, a large number of male soldiers were infected. Even though they wore strict protective clothing, they still became mutants.

Even Wendell, the leader, was not spared. At that time, he had just brought his family to the base not long ago.

No one remembers what happened after that, except that the smell of blood lingers in the base.

The blackened and dry marks on the walls and floors seemed to be silently telling something...

At that time, the entire base had a population of tens of thousands. After this infection, most of them were killed or injured, leaving less than a thousand people.

They survived because they had been living in an underground laboratory from the beginning.

However, due to the destruction of the mutants, the ground base lost contact with the flying city.

After sending soldiers down several times to investigate, they only found a large number of mutants in the base.

In the end, the high-level human beings at the time decided that the operation had failed and would not provide any form of support.

As time goes by, people gradually forget that there may be remaining survivors in this ground base.

The information of this operation was also sealed by people, and after several changes of power, no trace can be found again.

After listening to the old man, or should I say Wendell's story, the two of them sighed.

Although both of them heard that the other was hiding something, they both made a tacit understanding and did not ask.

For example, how did Wendell, who had been infected and became a mutant, enter the base?

Where will the nearly [-] infected people go next?

What happened to the mutants who gathered in the square before?

There are some things that shouldn't be explored too much unless they intend to directly break their skin.

Obviously, neither of them has any intention of breaking up directly.

Lu Zian sat on the chair with his cheek supported by one hand, and placed his other hand on the armrest, tapping his fingertips lightly.

"Mr. Wendell, how many people are there in this base?"

"763 people."

Almost without thinking, Wendell directly revealed a number.

Lu Zian had no doubts about this number, but immediately asked another question.

"So, what about conscious mutants like you?"

Lu Zian's question made Kestrel on the side couldn't help but turn to look at him. This question meant that Lu Zian suspected that there might be more than just Wendell and a mutant in this base.

Wendel was silent for a while on this question, and then he spoke again, looking at Lu Zian with a bit of sincerity in his eyes.

"We just want a peaceful life. Everyone in the Flying City can live elegantly and comfortably in the sky. You can enjoy everything as much as you want. Do you want to invade the lives of us, like rats, who have been reduced to hiding underground in filth?"

After speaking, Wendel's tone was a little excited, and he even stood up.

The muscles on his body swelled slightly, causing his body shape to change slightly in an instant.

If Lu Zian hadn't observed carefully, he might have thought it was his own dazzle.

This made Lu Zian more curious about Wendel's current status and a little more cautious.

He did not believe that an unknown creature with a powerful energy supply in its body could be as weak as it appeared on the surface.

Perhaps realizing his gaffe, Wendell looked a little apologetic after he finished speaking.

"Sorry, maybe I got a little too excited."

Holding down Kestrel who was about to speak, Lu Zian smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, I can understand your mood, but I think you seem to have made some mistakes."

Perhaps it was Lu Zian's speech that surprised Wendel, and he subconsciously asked back.

"what's up?"

"I do not represent any flying city. I am who I am. I do not represent any force. Do you understand?"

With a faint smile on his face, Lu Zian stared at the other person's eyes quietly after finishing speaking.

He did not lie to the other party. He was indeed alone and had no position, so naturally he did not represent anyone.

There was a trace of hesitation in Wendel's eyes, and he could feel that what Lu Zian said was indeed true.

And even though he tried his best to suppress it, the fear in his body that almost touched his soul kept reminding him of the danger of the other party.

If possible, Wendel would have stayed far away from Lu Zian, instead of pretending to be calm here to delay time.

Yes, stall for time.

In fact, the crowd in the base is currently being evacuated.

After nearly 200 years, the humans here are a little different from the humans in the past. They dare not bet on whether the superior humans in the flying cities can still receive them.

Seeing some hesitation in Wendel's eyes, Lu Zian decided to work harder.

"Mr. Wendell, I wonder what you think of these mutants without self-awareness? Resources or the same kind?"

He emphasized the pronunciation of the sentence "unconscious", wanting to test Wendel's attitude.

As a result, Wendell's attitude surprised him.

"Mutants without self-awareness? They are just some mobile energy carriers."

There was a trace of disdain in Wendell's tone. In his opinion, these mutants without self-awareness were inferior creatures.

They can't even distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. As long as their people don't take the initiative to attack, this group of mutants won't even care about them.

Of course, if they take the initiative to attack, they will still cause the mutants to attack.

The disdain in Wendel's words made Lu Zian understand the other party's attitude. He suddenly remembered the group of mutants that he had wiped out before, and his face looked a little strange.

"So, which mutants were in the square before..."

"Well, we brought it here intentionally. On the one hand, it serves as our energy reserve, and on the other hand, it can also be regarded as a security measure."

Wendell understood the meaning of Lu Zian's words instantly, and he interrupted Lu Zian's words directly.

At the same time, I felt a little regretful. It was not easy for so many mutants to reunite.

And here Lu Zian listened to Wendel's words and almost couldn't help but applaud them.

He didn't know whether to praise them as a genius idea or call them stupid.

How dare you attract such a large number of mutants when you know that there are flying cities in the sky that are constantly flying.

If humans only have cold weapons, then these mutants are a natural line of defense. No matter how many armed teams come, they can't do anything.

But the problem is that humans have thermal weapons in their hands!

Do they think that after 200 years, those cities flying in the sky will no longer have missile reserves?

Even if he didn't know the armed reserves in a flying city, Lu Zian was sure that it would be easy for the other party to destroy such a gathering place of mutants.

"Mr. Wendell, maybe we can talk about cooperation."

Lu Zian had some plans in mind. The most noteworthy thing about this world to him was probably these magic crystals.

Of course, these magic armors looked pretty good so far, but they were not enough to make him excited.

Compared with such a convenient energy source, magic armor is still far behind.

With such an obvious meaning, both Wendel and Kestrel guessed what Lu Zian meant by cooperation.

Wendell did not speak for the time being. He was thinking quickly in his mind about the pros and cons of this matter.

Kestrel standing behind Lu Zian wanted to speak, but now she

But she found that her body seemed to have an invisible shackles, preventing her from speaking or moving.

She was [-]% sure that this method came from Lu Zian in front of her. The other party's move obviously did not want her to disturb the situation at this moment.

But she actually didn't want to speak for Tantinghills City...

At this moment, her heart was filled with grievances.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Lu Zian continued to speak.

"Cooperate with me, and I will allow all of you to live under the scorching sun as humans, enjoying freedom and the fragrance of green grass. The price is just to hunt down some insignificant unconscious mutants."

To be honest, the conditions given by Lu Zian were very tempting, at least to Wendel.