The Gobi Desert looked boundless in the dark.
The road wasn't easy to traverse at all. Fangzheng controlled the war chariot to barge through, knocking the corroded car hulls to the side. But even so, the road was a lot harder to traverse than he imagined.
"Master, maybe we shouldn't drive."
"Yeah, that's what I think too."
Fangzheng turned the steering wheel and looked around. At the same time, he helplessly answered Lestia's complaints.
But at that moment, a flash suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"Boom!!!"
A loud explosion erupted instantly, swallowing the pitch-black tank. The already crumbling viaduct collapsed with a loud roar. Amidst the dust, the black chariot whistled as it sped forward, narrowly avoiding the fate of crashing down.
"F * ck, these bastards actually used landmines!!"
Fangzheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed forward. Fortunately, his Sidewinder had been specially modified. Otherwise, the explosion alone would have turned his car into a piece of junk like those on the viaduct. However, Fangzheng soon discovered that this was not the end. He did not know which shameless bastard placed the landmines here. Perhaps he intended to guard against bandits outside, or perhaps it was a mutated beast. Of course, judging from the current situation, the crazy idiot who placed the landmines outside his house was probably already dead.
But that was not important. The explosion of the landmines was like bait, attracting the people lurking in the dark. They would be curious about what was here, then they would look over, and then …
"F * ck …"
When a flashing red object flew over with a long trail of smoke, Fangzheng was speechless.
A small mushroom cloud rose from the ground.
The crumbling viaduct, which was already lacking maintenance, collapsed completely. The roaring storm swept the surroundings, and then everything returned to normal.
When Fangzheng climbed out of the tank that had been blown into ruins, his face was livid.
The Sidewinder used most of the advanced technology in Fangzheng's hands. It could resist EMP, grenades, landmines, and even large-caliber anti-vehicle rifles and even grenades.
But that didn't include miniature nukes!
"Those damned green-skinned bastards!!"
Looking at the two-meter-tall monster that looked exactly like the Hulk striding towards him, Fangzheng's expression was gloomy. For a moment, he even wanted to take out the facehugger.
But in the end, Fangzheng gave up on the idea and raised his greatsword and short spear.
The rising flames illuminated the land and the ugly monsters in the dark night. They laughed as they came to the battlefield, wanting to take a good look at the big black piece of metal that ran faster than a dog on the ground.
Therefore, they did not see the flash of the blade.
The pitch-black greatsword cut through the head of the leading mutant as if it was cutting tofu. It smoothly pulled to the end, splitting its internal organs and spine into two. The precision was comparable to laser dissection. Another mutant roared and raised the heavy machine gun in its hand, but before it could pull the trigger, its head exploded completely with a gunshot. It burst like a balloon filled with blood. The cervical vertebrae that extended from its neck drooped in the air. After swaying a few times, it fell to the ground together with its huge body.
The third mutant did not even have time to react. It rudely reached out its hand and pushed the headless corpse in front of it away. It wanted to take a good look at what happened. It widened its eyes and stretched its neck. Then, its entire head spun and flew into the night sky.
Fangzheng put away his greatsword and looked at the three corpses on the ground. Then, he picked up the crude rocket launcher and miniature nukes that had fallen beside him.
"Although I lost a tank, I finally got a souvenir."
Looking at the "little fatty" in his hand, Fangzheng sighed helplessly.
Without his means of transportation, he could not use other things either.
Just like Stefania had warned him, it was difficult to cast magic in the Outland. The omnipresent Weave did not seem to cover this place at all. It gave Fangzheng the feeling that he was in the deep mountains and forests without mobile network coverage. No matter how he chanted the spell, he would only get the same reply, "Sorry, your phone can't be reached."
The rules here were a little different.
After that, Fangzheng tried other means of transportation, including a Viking and a Void Radiant Warship. However, none of them could be used in the wasteland. Only those things that used ancient power could be used. No super-advanced technology could be used in this world, including the Transformers that Fangzheng created.
To put it simply, this world seemed to only accept mechanical movements that were powered by ancient power. Energy sources like the Astral Soul were not compatible with the laws of physics in this world. Of course, Fangzheng still had the VF-31 designed by the Chinese Federation in the mecha world … But unfortunately, he could not start it.
Come to think of it, even in the game, there was no function to drive a car with a mod, right?
A Gundam could, but Fangzheng felt it was too stupid to drive such an idiotic thing in the wasteland.
In the end, he chose to walk.
Another reason why Fangzheng chose to keep a low profile instead of directly flying the plane out of the atmosphere was that he could feel something beyond the sky. The feeling was very vague, but it was quite accurate. It was like being in an underwater park, looking out at the deep sea through the glass window and seeing a huge shadow swimming past.
You wouldn't know what it was.
You probably wouldn't want to know.
The same was true for this world. It was like a bubble floating in the universe. The whales wandering in the universe would not even spare it a glance. But if the bubble suddenly glowed or danced, it would be a different story.
Fangzheng still remembered Stefania's warning about how difficult it was to deal with the gods who had turned into undead creatures. He did not want to meet them.
So, Fangzheng chose to walk.
The wasteland was actually very boring. He walked in the mud and occasionally found a few villages. When he entered, he found that the people inside were either killed by bandits or the people inside were bandits themselves. He had lost contact with all the satellites, so the pre-war map was basically useless. Fangzheng followed the guidance of the key and came across a tall mountain and two rivers. If it weren't for his TCL-level physique, just taking a detour would be enough to make him feel depressed.
Other than that, the constantly connected wasteland creatures were also a headache. Radiation Deer, Mutated Hounds, Mud Crabs, Death Claws … If it was any other world, Fangzheng could solve the problem with his [Dragon's Eminence], but in this damned place, he had to be careful. So, Fangzheng could only fight them with weapons. What made Fangzheng depressed was that if he fought too fiercely, he might attract bandits or even slave traders who were trying to take advantage of the situation ….
This reminded Fangzheng of the Wild Whoremonger game he played. When he killed someone, another person would shout, "Hey, I saw you kill someone!", and he would have to kill him to silence him. Then you have to kill him, and just as you're about to get rid of the evidence, there's a third guy who shouts, "Hey, I saw you kill somebody," and so on — until the whole town's been killed.
Now, he was trapped in this strange cycle. After he killed the attacking mutated animals, there would always be bandits who heard the gunshots and tried to take advantage of the situation. However, after Fangzheng sent them to hell, there would be bandits and slave traders who heard the gunshots and tried to take advantage of the situation. As a result, after Fangzheng cut these orioles into pieces, a group of crazy mutants would be attracted ….
But the good thing was that people in many places on the wasteland already knew of this strange wasteland traveler. He wielded a greatsword and a handgun and could kill anything single-handedly. From the mutants to the Death Claw, from the soldiers equipped with power armors to the most ferocious bandits on the wasteland, no one was his match.
So when Fangzheng walked into a bar in the heavy rain again, no one dared to look at him with contempt or judgment. On the contrary, they turned their heads as if they had seen a devil walking on earth, forcing themselves to look at the moldy wall or the dirty table in front of them. Fangzheng walked to the bar and sat down. The owner of the bar walked over hesitantly and looked at him with trepidation.
"Hello, sir, what do you need?"
"A guest room, clean."
Fangzheng let go of his hand.
"I don't use bottle caps, so … .bullets or cigarettes?"
On the wasteland, money had long lost its value. Fangzheng was even more unwilling to stuff those damn bottle caps into his pocket like a scavenger. So he usually paid with bullets or cigarettes. The former could satisfy the material needs of people trying to kill someone, and the latter could satisfy the spiritual needs of people falling into a state of emptiness after killing someone.
"Cigarettes."
The owner answered without hesitation. Bullets could still be found on the wasteland, but cigarettes were a complete luxury. If you killed a person on the street, you would be able to get dozens of bullets from them, but you would definitely not be able to get a single cigarette. This thing was truly priceless.
"Would you like to eat something? We have roasted lizards and mole meat here.
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"No need."
Fangzheng waved his hand. He had no interest in these junk. He would rather stay in his room and eat instant noodles than eat these mutated things. Not to mention that these Americans did not know how to cook at all. They simply killed the mutated creatures, roasted them, sprinkled a little salt on them, or simply did not put anything on them. The stench could be smelled from afar.
Could this thing be eaten?
"Okay, sir, here's your key. The best guest room, the penthouse suite."
The owner was not discouraged after his failed promotion. He stretched out his hand and placed a key in front of Fangzheng. Fangzheng picked up the key and stood up to leave.
However, at that moment, a woman stood in front of him.
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