Data Wasteland

Large tracts of masonry were quickly dug up, and fighters used as engineering mechas drove over and bombarded the target with artillery shells at close range.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Dozens of shells went down, and the bricks and stones collapsed in a large area, exposing the dark underground passage.

The length, width and height of the passage are about five meters, square.

The flashlight shone in, and beams of light hit the diffuse dust, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

At this time, the Iron Fist Mercenary Group could not wait to rush people to explore.

Soon an expedition team composed of twelve people, under the intimidation of the iron fist mercenary's muzzle, walked into the passage extremely reluctantly and fumbled forward cautiously.

"Hurry up!"

"Find a good thing, there is a reward!"

At this time, no matter how stupid people are, they will not believe the lies of iron fist mercenaries. Unarmed, unprotected and drug-supplied into the underground labyrinth with numerous organs for expedition, is to use them to open the way and trigger the organs.

"Da da da!"

The next few dragged and unwilling to go in were swept to death by bullets on the spot.

No way, the remaining people had to bite the bullet and walk inward.

But within a few seconds, I heard the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the air, extremely dense, followed by screams and wailing.

"Wow, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

A mercenary filled with arrows rushed out, the whole person was like a hedgehog, the wound overflowed with black blood, and the shape was extremely miserable. But what was waiting for him was a ruthless burst of fire, his eyes widened and he fell down, staring at him.

"next batch!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and the second group of explorers were selected.

"Damn, fight with them!"

Several of them lost control of their emotions, suddenly violent, and threw down the nearest iron fist mercenary. They had no weapons in their hands, and they had to bite their teeth desperately. Several people scuffled together, and the surrounding iron fist mercenaries were afraid to accidentally injure their companions, so they did not dare to shoot. One of the threw down Iron Fist mercenaries was bitten through his throat, blood splattered out, and a huge howl.

At this moment, a huge shadow fell from the sky. With a bang, the extremely heavy body slammed on the ground, raising a large area of ​​dust.

"puff!"

A cold light pierced down, penetrated directly through the body of the resister, and then lifted it up. Followed by the second and third channels, several rebels were instantly killed. Sharp iron tools pierced through their bodies, held high in the air, splashing blood.

It was a huge steel spider with long and sharp toes at eight knots, and it was them that penetrated the body of the resister.

"Woo!"

As if in a demonstration, the steel spider raised several corpses above his head, the dotted compound eyes glowed red, and four steam pillars spurted out of their backs, giving them an amazing aura.

Chen Xing looked up and saw a tall and thin middle-aged man. He has a serious face, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a tall hat on his head, and a bright red rose on the brim of the hat.

In psionic vision, a large number of silk threads extend from the body of a middle-aged person. The silk thread is very small, like loose hair. One end of the silk thread is connected to the body, and the other end is deep into the soil. The faint light spot is flowing upstream along the silk thread and merges into the body of the middle-aged person.

Connect to the ground vein!

The symbol of the sanctuary strong.

And on the opponent's forehead, a creamy white silk thread flew out, light and fluttering, if there was nothing. The other end of the silk thread is connected to a huge steel spider. That is the spiritual channel between the host and Yuling, composed of pure psychic energy.

In order not to attract the other party's attention, Chen Xing looked away after only a few seconds.

Seeing the ferocity of the steel spider, those who tried to resist shrank back. There is still a ray of life going on, and there is only a dead end to resist.

Under the eyes of everyone, the second group of explorers were driven down, and their trembling figures gradually disappeared at the end of the dark passage.

Ten minutes later, the third group of explorers entered the underground maze.

"My lord, what should I do?" Wu Erxiong asked in a low voice to Chen Xing with trepidation. Zeng Daming next to him was also very scared, looking at Chen Xing eagerly.

At this time, only the real strong are their backbone.

"Watch the changes." Chen Xing said lightly. The calm and indifferent attitude immediately relieved the two leaders. The strong is indeed the strong, and the gods collapsed in front of them without changing their colors.

About an hour later, it was the turn of the seventh group to go down, and Chen Xing, who was deliberately standing in the front row, was picked.

"You, and you!" The squad leader of the Iron Fist mercenary ordered a few people in a row and asked them to form a team.

"Me, and me!" "He is my elder brother, I want to go down with him."

Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming rushed forward and demanded to join Chen Xing. This made the arranged team captain stunned for several seconds, probably because they did not expect that someone would rush down to die.

"I'll go too, I want to follow Big Brother!"

"I want to live and die with Big Brother."

The team leader looked suspicious

Looking at the people vying for the petition in confusion, a little confused. Others are eager to stay away, but this group of people is too active. Is it true that there are really passionate adventurers these days?

Due to the difference from the previous situation, the team leader made an exception and agreed to let them go together.

A total of more than fifty people rushed into the passage mightily. This enthusiasm made the outsiders think they were dreaming.

Among these fifty people, most of them were Xiong Baotuan and the mob that had seen Chen Xing, and only a few joined in the fun and followed.

After walking forward for a while, I saw corpses all over the floor. The corpse was filled with arrows, and black blood shed from the wound.

The flashlight illuminates the walls on both sides of the passage, and densely packed small cavities appear in the line of sight, making the scalp numb.

These poisonous arrows were shot from these holes.

"I have psychic armor, let me explore first."

Wu Erxiong volunteered, with blue glow on his body, and walked in the forefront.

"I am going too!"

Zeng Daming was not far behind, and activated the psionic armor to follow the former.

But in fact, both are human spirits. Someone has passed before, and the mechanism has already been triggered. Generally, they won't be triggered a second time.

The passage was straight, and I walked forward for a few minutes. There were corpses along the way. Some were killed by arrow poisoning, and some were pierced by spears from the ground and nailed to the ground in a miserable state of death.

Chen Xing silently counted his steps, and after more than one kilometer from the entrance, he stopped the two in front.

"You step back and manage the people behind."

"My lord, it's not so good..." "Yeah, yeah, how can you let the adults take risks."

Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming breathed a sigh of relief, the more dangerous they are, the more dangerous they are, but their mouths are awe-inspiring, as if I will not go to **** and whoever goes to hell.

If it weren't for Chen Xing, he still needed the two of them to maintain order. He really wanted to agree to their proposal and let them be cannon fodder in the front.

With Chen Xing's heart moving, the space crack opened behind him, and the two teams of goblins holding torches ran out and drove in forward.

The dark passage was immediately illuminated by the fire, and everyone was amazed.

"My lord is really amazing!" "No matter how many traps there are, I'm not afraid of it."

While everyone was immersed in joy, the two who fell at the end of the team silently communicated with their eyes, walking slowly and slowly, gradually distanced themselves from the team, and then turned around and ran wildly.

But at this moment, a giant wolf threw out from the darkness, and the blood basin came towards him with a big mouth, biting off one of the heads. The remaining one was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run, but was immediately beaten to death by the mercenaries who swarmed up.

The two men saw Chen Xing summoning the goblins, and immediately understood that he was the one the Iron Fist mercenary was looking for, and wanted to run back to inform the goblins.

But I don't know that Chen Xing had expected it, so he used the goblins when he walked so far, and secretly summoned the White Wolf King to follow the team to prevent anyone from sneaking away.

Seeing the White Wolf King following behind, even those who had ideas dismissed the idea and followed the team honestly.

The goblins in front of them constantly trigger organs, with poisonous arrows, spikes, falling rocks, and guillotine sickles. But these are useless, in front of professional cannon fodder, it is just a life.

Chen Xing will send two teams of goblins every time, and they will make up when they are exhausted. After more than 20 minutes of exploration, at least two hundred goblins were lost.

Seeing Chen Xing consume Yu Ling so much, Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming were a little worried next to him.

"Brother, why do you have so many Yulings?"

"If it doesn't work, just let the brothers go, don't use up your Yuling."

Although the two people's words are half-truth, but this intention is true.

Chen Xing smiled and said, "I am not an ordinary Yuling."

"what is that?"

"The Legion."

Hearing these two words, Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming's mood can no longer be described as "worship".

"Big brother, shouldn't you, legend..."

"You have been thinking too much. If I were a legend, the ones above should be the ones who came to work now." Chen Xing dispelled the unrealistic illusions of the two.

Although there is a gap between the answer and the expected answer, the two are still more confident.

What is the concept of Legion? Even if it is not a legend, it is a quasi-legendary.

Because of the existence of the goblin army, the underground labyrinth with many organs has become flat. Although the screams in front of them kept reminding them, the safety at this moment is because someone is carrying the weight for them.

This underground maze is very large and intricate. There will be a fork in each section of the road, sometimes one fork, sometimes two forks, and you forget the direction when you walk.

However, the direction is recorded on the wall before the fork, and it should not be difficult to find the way in.

"Hala!"

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The goblins suddenly let out a cry of excitement. Chen Xing quickened his pace, and at the end of the passage was an arched door, which suddenly became clear after entering.

The goblin ran with a torch, and the fire light illuminates the circular underground space.

It seems to be a transit hall, connected by several passages.

"We are here." Chen Xing said. The place is spacious and can be used as a defensive location.

If there are new people coming down, persuade them to join, if it is an iron fist mercenary, take advantage of the terrain to kill them.

"But, we don't have weapons!" Wu Erxiong said bitterly. They are unarmed, and those who encounter the same situation are fortunate to say that if they encounter iron fist mercenaries, they will be in trouble.

"It's easy." Chen Xing condensed a ball of light in his hand, and the two ends were stretched in a fusiform shape to become an assault rifle.

"Psionic manifestation!" Zeng Daming cried out, and then he showed ecstasy, "It's saved, everyone is saved!"

Everyone also looked ecstatic, but anyone who had read mercenary magazines understood what it meant to create out of thin air.

This is a sign of the real lord level, not comparable to the quasi lord of the three-legged cat.

Chen Xing created more than 30 assault rifles, and the core members of Xiong Baotuan and Zeng Daming got the guns.

Psionic energy is the source of the universe and can be transformed into any kind of matter. The manifestation of psychic energy is the transformation of psychic energy into matter through one's own mind control.

But this is only temporary. Only the legendary emperor can do permanent creation. If the spiritual connection with Chen Xing is cut off, these guns and ammunition will revert to psychic energy and escape into the air.

And most of the evolutionists can only create the things they are most familiar with. For example, Chen Xing can only create a variety of conventional firearms and ammunition. In terms of cold weapons, there are only tactical daggers and Yingren knives.

Then, Chen Xing dispatched goblin expeditions in batches to go deep into various passages to explore the environment and look for clues.

Although the underground palace is huge and has many organs, it is only a matter of time before it turns upside down compared to the almost infinite goblins.

PS:

I will go back to worship the ancestors the day after tomorrow.

Ask everyone for a leave in advance, it may take two to three days.

It is said that this year they will not go up the mountain and can only worship in the old house.

But no matter where you are, as long as you have the heart.

It's the day of Qingming Festival again, and I suddenly remembered the beginning of creation, which was also during the Qingming Festival in 2014.

In fact, the reason I started writing the book was because I was dissatisfied with Yanyu Jiangnan's setting of "ancestor worship" in Sin City.

I am a loyal reader of Yan Nan, he is my favorite and most admired author. Before that, it was Rosen, but after seeing Sin City, he was deeply moved by the quicksand inside, so he listed Yanyu Jiangnan as the first in his mind.

And I chose to publish books in Zongheng, also hoping to follow in the footsteps of the great gods.

Choosing wasteland science fiction combined with Western fantasy, and adding Chinese elements of themes and positioning, on the one hand stems from one's own knowledge structure and preferences, on the other hand, it is also to follow the footsteps of the great gods.

Gunmeng, Fallout series, StarCraft, Warhammer 40k, Dark Elf, Dragon Lance Chronicles, Star Wars, as well as Demon Hunter's Notes, and the King of Eternal Night have a very big influence on me.

But in Sin City, Yan Nan's setting of ancestor worship makes me very upset.

In the setting of the book, the worship of gods is a more advanced existence than the worship of ancestors.

The ancestors gained the power of faith through the sacrificial activities of the descendants, gradually lit the sacred fire and ascended to the altar. However, due to the small number of believers, even if the ancestors became gods, they were third-rate little gods, and then they were crushed by various high-level gods.

Perhaps this is the status quo and facts of the world.

But based on what I have seen and heard from my childhood, there is no lack of faith in this land of China. Although each family has its own ancestors, in fact we worship and believe in the same belief.

Incense for ancestors is by no means less than candles and oil lamps for gods in the West.

So there is a totem of the end times, there is a battle of faith between the temple and the glorious temple.

That is the collision between Western beliefs and Eastern beliefs.

I just want to tell everyone that we also have faith, and ours is no worse than others.

Others have other ancestors, we have our ancestors, the same glory, the same pride.

The place where the bones of our ancestors are buried is the land we hold on to.

We are like this, our future generations will be like this. Only the faith that belongs to us can continue, and the pride in the bone marrow can last forever.

At the end of the totem, it is also an ancient poem of Qingming ancestors and Du Mu.

Five years have passed, although I have not been able to write very good results, but I have also grown a lot. At least the writing ability is mature, and the thoughts in the heart can be expressed clearly and clearly.

Here, I want to thank you all again for being with you all the way to get to the present. I hope everyone will continue to accompany the captain to sail through the waves and sail further.

Come on, Ollie!