There were no factions here. In other words, every powerful warrior had to find their own faction. If not, they would only be able to remain as a low-ranked warrior.
To be honest, this was very frightening. It felt like a hundred flowers were blooming at the same time. If the Federation did not completely control this empire from the ideological level and allowed it to develop with wild ambitions, perhaps it would become another Kaiser Empire, one that was even more aggressive and unpredictable with common sense.
If he returned like this, then he wouldn't be Molton. The Potter Clan never returned empty-handed.
The death trial had become Molton's final training ground.
This was also the traditional training ground for Tutankhamun warriors. Anyone who could survive here for a month would receive the general respect and recognition of Tutankhamun. If they could survive for three months, they would be respectfully addressed as "Shazan". As long as they went to the royal family, they would receive a Shazan badge that represented strength and status.
If he couldn't obtain the expected training in Tutankhamun, then he would at least obtain the title of "Shazan" before returning to the Federation. At the beginning, Molton had brought his equipment into the death desert. However, he quickly exchanged most of his equipment with the native Tutankhamun people. For example, he had exchanged his tent for a rune beast bone that was resistant to radiation.
Everything was carried out according to the methods of the native Tutankhamun warriors.
This was the seventh day of Molton's trial. He had already begun to adapt to the environment here, and had also learned how to find resources to survive in this land of death.
The sky quickly brightened, and the air began to become scorching hot. The fishy smell brought with it a strong influence from the higher dimension, radiating throughout this land of death. The rune beast bone emitted a bright light, and the originally dim protective barrier became like a compressed bubble. It was very unstable, but it still dutifully filtered out most of the harmful energy. But even so, Molton's skin still felt a stinging pain. It was as if his body was leaning against an iron plate that was slowly heating up. It wasn't the kind of explosive heat, but it was continuous, and it was getting more and more unbearable.
Molton took out his water bag, but he quickly resisted the urge and stuffed the water bag back into his backpack. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore these external influences. He needed sleep, and only with sufficient sleep could he have enough energy to face the night. High levels of radiation were deadly, but the greatest danger also brought about the most peaceful time.
Controlling sleep amidst pain was a technique that Molton had learned in the past few days. The key was not to endure, but to breathe. Following the scent of the sand dunes was a little like a method of hypnosis, but it was not entirely true. Molton quickly found the rhythm and fell into a dream.
But soon, a strange rhythm came from the sand, and Molton quickly woke up from his dream.
From afar, he saw a dozen figures slowly approaching him under the sunlight.
Radioactive people!
In this desert of death, there were not only Tutankhamun warriors, but also the mutated radioactive people. They, or rather, they, were the enemies and disasters of the northern part of Tutankhamun. They used to be humans, but the high levels of radiation in the desert had changed their life structure. They only needed a small amount of water, and anything could become their food, including sand. Radiation was no longer harmful to them. On the contrary, it was the nutrients for their lives, equivalent to oxygen for humans.
The radioactive people gradually began to retreat from the northern part of Tutankhamun after the Empire's repeated attacks. The Desert of Death was their border with the Empire, and the Tutankhamun warriors would train here. Therefore, the radioactive people also hunted humans here. Whether it was because of the hatred of being abandoned by their own kind, or the constant torture of radiation, human flesh had become their favorite delicacy.
Molton had been targeted for more than a day. They were a cunning race with human intelligence. They could scout, judge, and kill in one strike. The daytime of the Desert of Death was their time.
Molton smiled as he counted. There were twelve radioactive people. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He took out a water bag and drank a big mouthful of water. He also swallowed an anti-radiation pill, which would allow him to fight at full power in the radiation for ten minutes. Then, he began to wrap bandages around his hands seriously.
Before the radioactive people could complete their encirclement, Molton rushed out and dashed in front of a radioactive person at lightning speed. The ugly and twisted person's face was covered with green fluff, and the terrifying green light could still be seen in the sunlight. The radioactive person let out a scream, and the stench from his mouth assailed his nostrils. Molton punched out without any fancy moves, and at the same time, he turned around and dodged the arms of the radioactive person. It was a pair of arms that were so rotten that the bones could be seen. They were not thick, but with the help of radiation, the power was enough to easily penetrate the defenses of the grayblood warriors.
Molton's fist directly penetrated the neck of the radioactive person. A strangling force, like a directional explosive, instantly blasted a big hole in the tough throat of the radioactive person.
There were still eleven of them left.
Molton continued to pounce forward like lightning!
However, as he went all out, he did not notice that in the distance, an army fully equipped with radiation resistance equipment was watching this fight coldly. The army's spirit was strong and murderous.
The tall leader was the only black man not wearing any anti-radiation equipment. He looked at the lightning-fast Molton, constantly circling around the radioactive people and killing them one by one. The leader's eyes became even colder.
"The people of the Federation have some standards, but this is as far as they can go. Release more radioactive people."
Behind the sand dune, more and more strange-looking radioactive people appeared. As if they had drilled out of a cage, they crazily pounced on Molton.
This did not make sense.
Although Molton wanted to train himself, he was not an idiot. Just like how he would not randomly enter the wilderness, the people there did not care whether he was from the Federation or not. He also paid special attention to the radioactive people, who were also a threat. How could such a large number suddenly appear here?!
He smelled the scent of a conspiracy.
Wazina Oasis.
The Lord of Wachina was carefully accompanying a middle-aged man whose entire body shone like a black gemstone. The man had a faint smile on his face the entire time. His pitch-black lips contrasted with his snow-white teeth, giving off a kind of handsome and gentle feeling. His strange charm made his aura suppress the entire room, causing everyone to unconsciously submit to him.
"Come, this glass of wine, to the great god. Thank him for giving us life and strength."
The middle-aged man raised the glass of wine in his hand. This was a luxury item from the Freedom Federation. A hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes. The Empire was becoming more and more inseparable from the Freedom Federation. This was fine. However, was it really possible for them to blindly submit to him? When the people of the Federation were more in awe of the yellow-skinned people than the lord, how much time would they, the nobles, have to enjoy these things to their heart's content?
Enjoyment and ambition, it was really a dilemma that was difficult to balance.
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