After a round of toasts, the atmosphere became tense. Lord Wachena knew that it was time for him to speak. He took a deep breath, stood up, and knelt down on one knee. "Second prince, the empire needs your decision the most right now. Only you can bring us true justice and dignity."
Immediately, everyone in the room knelt down in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled. "You guys, I'm afraid I can't shoulder such a heavy responsibility. You should talk to my father and my elder brother."
"No, no! Although the king is wise, he is too obsessed with the Federation. Only you, the second prince, can truly get close to the people and understand them. "
Lord Wachena didn't respond to the eldest prince's words at all, showing his only loyalty.
Said the middle-aged man with a faint smile, a sharp glint flashing across his eyes. "Then you must make good use of this incident to teach a lesson to my subservient elder brother, the pillar of the Potter Family's younger generation. Haha."
Molton had gone berserk. The radiation medication had already lost its effect, and he could already feel the effects of the high doses of radiation on his body. His vision was already blurry, but fortunately, he didn't see any double images or hallucinations. He could still fight on!
He didn't know how many people he had killed. The harsh environment and these madmen who didn't care about their lives made him feel a little regretful. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he had neglected the structure of the Tutankhamen Empire. Damn it.
Suddenly, Molton's vision cleared. He was stunned to find that all the enemies that had rushed down had been eliminated by him.
Did I win?
Molton stuffed a few more pills into his mouth. At this time, he couldn't care less about the side effects.
It was the sound of the sand moving rapidly and intensely. Only a large number of people running on the sand dunes could produce such a sound. The silent yet scorching air became even more scorching because of this sound.
Molton, who was exhausted, raised his head. For the first time, he felt despair.
As the most outstanding disciple of the Potter family, Molton would always maintain his lofty aspirations in any environment. Only by not giving up would he have a chance at survival!
But the current situation …
How could he be so optimistic???
At least two hundred lunatics were rushing towards him. These guys were monsters that would even eat their own kind. They were even crueler and crazier than mutated beasts!
Molton's face was ashen as he looked at his surroundings. Would the sand of death be his final resting place? Right, he was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Potter Family. If he were to die here, how would the Potter Family react?
The feeling of a conspiracy was growing stronger and stronger. As long as he was dead, even if the Potter Family knew that there was something fishy going on, they would still have no choice but to dig their way in. If their most outstanding disciple was dead, a family that could not retaliate would be a cowardly act. Once the family lost their revered status, some of their allies would turn into dangerous enemies that would cause trouble for them!
Was someone trying to take action against the Potter Clan?
This was what Molton, who thought he was smart, couldn't tolerate. Unknowingly, he had become a chess piece that could move his family.
The final battle was about to begin!
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield. He walked slowly, step by step. His shiny bald head and the coffin on his back were like a whirlpool that attracted everyone's attention. That kind of attraction was like a young man whose hormones were about to explode when he saw a beautiful woman. Not only was it temptation, but it also stimulated his thirst.
"Ah!" Molton was stunned. He recognized this shiny bald young man.
The main reason was that his head was too shiny … too special.
At the same time, those crazy radioactive people suddenly stopped in their tracks. Mu Zi looked at Molton, who was covered in wounds, in surprise. Finally, he looked at those radioactive people who were no longer human.
"I'm just passing by …"
Mu Zi looked apologetic. Suddenly, the yellow sand seemed to have a life of its own. Countless sand hands emerged and dragged all the radioactive people into the yellow sand. Not long after, the desert returned to its original state, as if it had always been the same.
Then, there was nothing.
When Molton woke up, it was already night time. He opened his eyes. It was so quiet that even the sound of the wind in the Desert of Death had disappeared.
He almost thought that he was no longer in the Desert of Death.
However, he was just lying on the sand.
"You're awake. I'm leaving. "
A faint voice sounded. Mu Zi was still expressionless.
"Wait."
Molton stood up immediately. The wounds from the previous battle immediately caused him to feel intense pain, and he almost fell down again. Under the moonlight, he saw Mu Zi's bald head, which was so shiny that it reflected the moonlight.
Mu Zi stopped in his tracks and looked at him calmly.
Molton had countless words in his heart, but under such a gaze, he couldn't say a single word. He could only say, "Thank you."
"There's no need for that. You also helped me last time."
Last time? Molton was stunned. Did he help Mu Zi the last time? At that time, he was just being a busybody.
"Wait a little longer. Are you … really just passing by? Can we meet again? "
Mu Zi looked at Molton apologetically, then nodded. "The thing I wanted happened to be buried here. I've already taken it out. It's best not to meet again. Your life is not tough enough, so you can't be too close to me."
Molton didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just a slight movement would cause him to cough violently.
Ever since he was young, he had never lost a game of cards!
Mu Zi paused and said, "By the way, you'd better leave the Desert of Death quickly. This place will continuously consume your life."
"What about you?"
Mu Zi just smiled. Wherever there was the most death, that would be his home. However, the people from the Federation seemed to be really nice. Although they were long-winded, they weren't bad people.
"This is my heaven."
Molton looked at Mu Zi's gradually disappearing figure. His life wasn't considered tough, but could it be that he had met someone with a tougher life?
In Tianjing Academy, Wang Zhong and Barran were undergoing a special 1v1 training. For any squadron, the heavy soldier was extremely crucial. Although they might never be the one that stood out the most, defence was the foundation of survival. How far the Tianjing squadron would be able to walk would depend on how long Barran could last. This was also the reason why Wang Zhong had been accompanying Barran in his training.
Barran roared out. Just like a compressed spring, the Soul Power within his body abruptly loosened, exploding forth with power akin to a tsunami as it poured into his body. Barbaric Charge!
Bang ~ ~ ~
A violent collision sound rang out, but this wasn't the end. Barbaric Charge, second segment!
Barran's aura suddenly sank. He could already feel the rebound force from the heavy cushion. His legs sank, and the rebound force immediately became his driving force. The second segment of the ferocious force struck him again.
A muffled sound rang out from the ground. After this period of training, Barran could already familiarize himself with explosive techniques. In terms of hard work, there was probably no one who could compare to Barran. He trained long enough in the day, and even at night, his body would repeat the same movements in his dreams.
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