Aisha was indifferent and silent.
Dean smiled and reached out to hold her slender hand. Although it was cold, he felt a familiar warmth. He immediately took her hand and slowly walked forward, crossing the puddles of water on the road.
In the heavy rain, the two walked side by side, hand in hand. Only Dean's voice could be heard in the rain.
The dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road were like silent haunted houses. The collapsed holes were like deep eye sockets, staring blankly at the two people who passed by. Under the washing of the heavy rain, the dilapidated walls were washed away and polished to become smoother.
The disastrous rain came and went quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the rain stopped. Only one or two drops of rain occasionally fell on the muddy puddles on the road, causing ripples to appear. The puddles reflected the dusky sky, causing the ripples to distort.
Dean saw that the rain had stopped, so he put away the umbrella. Suddenly, he felt a bit cold on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that his left shoulder was wet from the rain.
He put away the straw umbrella and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder. He wrung out the rain and continued to walk forward with Aisha.
When he reached the crossroads of the street, he stopped and looked at the southeast. He was silent for a moment and turned to Haisha: "Your weapon was not found in the tide of corpses. It should have been recovered by the Dragon Clan. Don't worry. When we return to the giant wall, everything we have lost will return to our hands. I promise you!"
Aisha looked at him with her pure black eyes. It seemed that she was saying that she believed in him.
Dean thought so. He smiled and took her in the other direction.
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A black dot was crawling on the towering giant wall. It looked like a mosquito crawling on the wall.
Sergei held the rope with both hands and quickly slid down. He secretly took a deep breath. Every time he climbed over the giant wall, he felt particularly nervous and scared. This height was beyond his limit. Once he fell, he would be smashed to pieces!
Therefore, he would carefully check the rope and observe the direction of the wind to avoid encountering strong winds.
Bang!
When he was seven or eight meters above the ground, he loosened his grip and jumped off the rope. When his feet touched the ground, he could feel the vibration coming from the soles of his feet. Although it was a little painful, the feeling of stepping on the ground was incomparably firm. He let out a light breath and immediately turned around and strode away. Not long after, he arrived at a dilapidated ruin covered by tall grass.
He circled to a corner of the ruins and pushed aside a cluster of lush green grass, revealing a hole that led to the rubble of the ruins. He walked in and came to the basement of the ruined building. There was a dusty car parked there.
He lay down and climbed under the metal. There was a staircase passage.
His body went down the stairs, took out a match, and lit the oil lamp on the wall. He slowly stood up and walked down the winding stairs. Soon, he came to the end of the passage, where there was a black iron door.
He took out the key and opened the door. There was an extremely spacious basement. It was more like an underground cave than a basement. There were soil and rock walls inlaid with oil lamps. In addition, the wide cave was filled with objects. They weren't hunting equipment but metal raw materials, rubber and other different kinds of materials.
Sergei glanced at the familiar cave. He didn't see anything unusual. He took off the huge bag from his back and put it aside. There was enough food and water for him to continue living here for a while.
He came to the side of a simple bed that was laid on a metal board and lay down. He leaned against the bed and crossed his legs. He took out a dagger and a piece of wood beside the bed and began carving puppets out of boredom as usual.
This was his idea to relieve boredom when he saw the carvings in Dean's room. After trying it out, he learned very quickly. After two attempts, he was able to carve things with ease. The carvings were vivid and lifelike.
However, the puppets he carved were different from others. He only carved women. Moreover, they were naked women.
Because it was his biggest hobby.
The sharp dagger slid across the wood. Between the alternating shaving and shaving techniques, the outline of a perfectly round breast appeared. He was very satisfied and leaned in to kiss it. He felt as if he was kissing a real beauty's breast. He couldn't help but close his eyes in comfort.
Soon he loosened his lips and revealed a hearty smile: "You are my 108th woman. I will call you 108th, do you understand?"
Of course, Marionette couldn't speak, but Sergei always had a way with women. After he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand quickly moved and traced between Marionette's lips. Soon, the corner of Marionette's mouth outlined a trace of an upward arc, seemingly shy, but also happy.
Sergei couldn't help but laugh.
Halfway through his laughter, he was suddenly startled. He couldn't help but raise his head to look up, and his expression became serious. He straightened his body and flipped himself up from the metal plate. He came to a wall of the cave and bent his ear to listen. Soon, his expression changed, and he was bewildered. "Footsteps? And there are two people? Who could it be? Did he come back? Impossible. He has always been a loner. It can't be Glenn and the others … "
After eliminating the possibility of it being an ally, his expression slowly became gloomy. He turned around and quickly went to the side of the metal plate. He put down the puppet and dagger, grabbed the weapon and combat bag next to him, and quietly crawled out of the cave. He came to the deep grass outside, half-squatting by the grass, and coldly looked towards the source of the footsteps. Gradually, two figures slowly walked over from the distance.
Due to the waist-high grass around him, he could only see the upper body of the intruder. When he saw the two black dots, his eyes flashed with killing intent. He gripped his weapon tightly, and at the same time, he silently estimated the best distance for a sneak attack.
He slowly saw the faces of the people as they gradually approached. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. He rubbed his eyes again. This time he could see more clearly.
"Master!" Sergei couldn't help but stand up. He was pleasantly surprised to see Dean. He raised his hand and waved at him.
Dean's face didn't show any surprise when he saw Sergei's shaved head. He was holding Aisha's hand as he walked forward.
Sergei saw that Dudian was walking slowly, so he took the initiative to run towards him. He was surprised when he saw Dudian's appearance. He hadn't seen Dudian for two or three months. In his mind, Dudian was still a teenager. At this moment, there were strands of white hair. The rest of the black hair had faded as if it was smeared with frost. He looked a bit lethargic.
Sergei couldn't believe it: "Young Master, you …"
Dean asked: "What?"
Sergei's heart shrank as he saw Dudian's calm eyes. There was a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that Dudian was a bit strange. It seemed that Dudian was very different from the youth in his memory. However, there was one thing that didn't change. It was hard to guess Dudian's thoughts and thoughts from Dudian's eyes.
"No, nothing." Sergei shook his head. Suddenly, he felt the hairs on his body stand up. It seemed that an extremely evil gaze was staring at him. He couldn't help but shrink his pores. He looked towards the source of the chill. He saw a slim figure behind Dean. However, he subconsciously took a step back when he saw the figure.
It was as if he had met a natural enemy. There was an uncontrollable shiver that spread throughout his body.
Dean noticed Sergei's frightened appearance. He looked at Aisha and saw her gloomy expression. It seemed that she was enduring. He couldn't help but frown. It seemed that he needed to strengthen the training.
"This is my friend. You don't have to worry." Dean said: "But she has a bad temper. It's best not to get close to her. Don't let her see red objects."
Sergei heard Dudian's words and couldn't help but glance at the beautiful girl. Her appearance had subverted his previous definition of a beauty. However, he had never seen such a flawless face before. He couldn't think of any blasphemy. He just wanted to stay away from her.
"Master, your friend is my friend." Sergei reluctantly squeezed out a smile as he reached out to shake Dean's hand.
Dean raised his hand and pressed Sergei's palm: "Have you forgotten what I just said?"
Sergei was startled: "I didn't forget. I was afraid that it would be impolite."
Dean asked: "Have you prepared the materials?"
Sergei immediately said as he saw Dean go straight to the business: "I've prepared everything. I'll take you to see."
Dean nodded.
Sergei turned around and quickly returned to the ruins. He said: "Master, I've built the stronghold that you asked me to build. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I'll change it."
Dean and Sarah followed behind him.
Dean saw the underground cave that Sergei had built after entering the ruins. He nodded in satisfaction. Sergei was rough on the surface but his heart was delicate. He needed such a person to do things for him.
"Good." Dean glanced at the cave: "Very good."
Sergei grinned as he heard Dean's praise: "This is based on the methods I saw in different strongholds of other consortia when I was a hunter. I just copied them."
"Being able to copy is also a skill." Dudian said.
Sergei scratched his head.
Dean came to the front of the materials and glanced at them. He knew that the number of materials was correct. He looked at Sergei: "You have worked hard these days. Go back to your residence and rest. Tell Glenn and Nicholas that I'm going back. Tell them to prepare the troops and money."
Sergei was surprised: "Master, what are you going to do?"
"Go to war!" Dean's voice was incomparably calm.
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In the blink of an eye, two months had passed since the rainy season began.
Dean was sitting under a broken stone. The stone was like an umbrella to block the rain. He looked at the sky and the earth that was covered by the curtain of rain. He was silent for a moment. He looked at Aisha who was sitting next to him: "Do you remember the first time we met in such weather?"
Aisha was silent.
Dudian tilted his head and looked at the towering wall on the left. He narrowed his eyes: "If the day I woke up is my birthday, then I should be eighteen years old by now."
Aisha was still silent.
Dean continued: "In the blink of an eye, I've been in this world for ten years! Ten years … I only have eight years of memories from before. Of these eight years of memories, I can only remember about five years. Tell me, do I belong to this world or that world? "
There was no response.
Dean looked into the distance. There was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes. After a moment, he slowly retracted his eyes: "The sky is clear."
The rain stopped. The sun penetrated through the turbid clouds and shined on the ground. The air was full of rotten smell. There was a fresh smell.
Dean slowly got up and gently rubbed his fingers to make a small sound.
Aisha immediately got up and followed him like a shadow.
The two returned to the cave under the ruins. Dean moved some strange parts out of the ruins and piled them up in the open space. Then he assembled them one by one.
After two months of smelting and forging, his new invention was basically completed.
This time the main purpose of the new invention was not to kill the enemy but to protect himself! And under the current conditions, the only new divine art he could think of and create was only one, and that was the weapon of lightning!
A fortress full of thunder and lightning, and a set of armor full of high-voltage direct current. This was his new magic.
Even if the enemy was ten times or a hundred times stronger than the Pioneer, he believed that he couldn't be faster than the speed of the electric current. Anyone who attacked him would be killed by him!
As for other technological items, the most lethal ones were thermal weapons. But whether it was missiles or other weapons of mass destruction, first of all, it was too difficult to make them. Secondly, even if they were made, the effect on the Pioneer was not strong unless it was a sneak attack.
However, a sneak attack could be successful. If it was a second or third time, it would be equal to a full-scale war with the inner wall. At that time, the role of missiles would be almost zero. The inner wall could easily send assassin-type Pioneers to sneak into his fortress and assassinate him!
Therefore, in front of so many weapons, only thunder and lightning could protect him. Even if the enemy's speed was faster than his reaction, and the assassination technique was faster than his senses, he would have an immortal body with the protection of the fortress covered in high-voltage electric currents and the armor!
And this was the biggest capital of his survival!
"If it wasn't for the arrangement of the electric current to the inner wall, which requires too many grid lines, it would be enough to rule the whole world by electricity alone." Dean was regretful. But he was quite satisfied with self-protection.
As for fighting, he had many ways.
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