The Godsfall Chronicles

Early morning tranquillity was broken by engine sounds, a cyclone lifted sand and dust across the desert, and a rush rushed into the rubble to a halt. Those rusty, spotted metal components squeak, making one suspect that the next second the scaffold will collapse, like a twilight monster breathing hard, several exposed copper tubes continue to tremble and eventually turn into a black gas at the rear of the car.

Wastepickers have never seen such a moving metal monster.

A horrified and stunned look.

The shape of this car is rough and exaggerated, the rusted frame is cluttered with messy parts, the body of the car is embedded with spikes, like a very uncoordinated metal hedgehog, the four big squeaky exaggerations are exposed to the outside, like the big gear biting the ground, the front and rear bumpers are deliberately replaced with sharp blades, so to speak to protect the car is specially designed for hitting people, the overall is dangerous and rugged, like wild and rugged style.

Six monsters stepped on their big feet and flew across the sand, three on each side of the car.

This creature, like an ancient ostrich, but with large, thick soles and a strong, strong body, not only runs like a flying sand, but also has excellent load-bearing capabilities, making it one of the most ideal rides in the desert.

Six knights dressed in weird, purely metallic pieces, wood, leather, bones, stone pieces or unknown materials, probably glued together what could be collected, and finally made a coarse and indiscriminate armor, so everyone was different. One broken arm was even equipped with a prosthetic limb exposed to metal gear, and a serrated knife was welded to the prosthetic limb, which was also full of wilderness style costumes.

A Bigfoot Horseman jumps off the ride and respectfully opens the door to a big fat man.

The fat man, wearing a worn leather shoulder full of engine oil and a rough exoskeleton armor, resembles a metal spider lying on his back, his hands pressed against a wide belt with leather gloves, while two black modified pistols hung in front of his waist, and homemade ancient gunpowder weapons filled with wilderness rugged primitive styles, but were a direct symbol of strength and power.

Weird outfits, exaggerated styles, Bigfoot riding, big-assembled cars.

These are all indications of identity - diggers!

“Shit, finally finding a bunch of wastepickers.” The big fat man lit an inferior cigarette roll, sprayed two columns out of his nostrils, flipped open the round clip eye protection sunglasses with his hands, a stitched little eye sweeping at the dresser, the skinny bone picker, “Well, let Lord Victor see how many lucky wretches there are left! ”

In these turbulent years, fat people are rare as horns of phoenix!

This fat pile of nearly 300 kilograms of body stops like a noble king, and he's really arrogant like a king, sweeping the waste-pickers like nothing but a cheap animal to kill.

Wastepickers are an important group in the wilderness, forming their own power by excavating ancient ruins underground, obtaining ancient tools and materials from them, simply repairing stitching them together and making them usable equipment weapons.

These people often hire lowlife scavengers on food and water terms to dig rubble for ancient and useful materials, so scavengers are not new to excavators.

“I'm willing to work! ”

“I only have half a piece of rotten meat a day! ”

“I'm stronger! Pick me!”

A dress-crawler came close and numb, pulling and dragging each other and finally beating each other up in order to gain the attention of the excavated adults.

“Quiet, dirty hoarders, I'm not hiring you to work. Shut the fuck up! ”

Big fat man pulls his gun against the sky and pulls the trigger.

The retrofitted gun was so rough that the gunshot sounded like thunder that it caused eardrums to ache, immediately retracted and shut up, a pair of eyes dimmed and disappointed, and some fear and cowardice.

Big Fat Victor kept yelling, "We have the exact news, there's a bunch of sweepers moving around, they could be here any minute, you know what I mean? ”

There was another panic in the eyes of the waste-pickers.

Sweepers are synonymous with fear, which is a bunch of mutant bandits, bloodthirsty, fond of human flesh, and waste-pickers are sheep in sheep's circles for sweepers. Wherever the sweepers pass, it is a doomsday for the waste-pickers!

“If you fall into the hands of the sweepers, you will all become pigs, your flesh will be stored in bacon, your bones will be crushed and ground into ornaments, and your poor grease will be squeezed out as oil lamps. ”

The ruthless words are like a cold breeze that makes the waste-pickers feel Cesar trembling.

That's how the sweepers are, passing by, sweeping up the sky and not letting anyone go.

Lord Victor begins to announce his purpose: "We are here today to select dozens of talented waste-pickers, and we are responsible for financing weapons to fight the sweepers! ”

The pickers took a few steps back, and no one dared to squeak.

The sweeper's name is Hercules. How dare a waste-picker challenge?

“Bastard, would you rather die than fight?” The fat man was indifferent to the picker, and he immediately shouted out, “Whoever leads the way and triumphs over the sweeper, I'll get him out of here! ”

“I'll go!”

A thin, blue-faced teenager ran out with red breath.

No one else, just the cloudhawk!

This made a couple of wilderness knights riding Bigfoot laugh, and a teenage kid yelling at the sweeper? Lord Victor sees this staring and growling: “Can you fucking pick up a weapon? Get out!”

“I'm going to sweep the sweeper!” The cloudhawk looked firmly and said, "If you come back alive, you must keep your promise and get me out of this place! ”

Fatty looked weird and said, "Is that how you want to leave? Life is more important than anything! ”

"I want to be a digger, I don't want to starve anymore, I don't want to be bullied anymore," said the Eagle. ”

The Wilderness Knights laughed again for a while, and such childish words could be spoken by ignorant children!

“It's not easy to live in these turbulent years, and it's even harder to live in dignity. Do you think you can be a digger without being bullied and starved? Joke!”

Fatty was going to kick him off with one foot, but staring at the child as dark as a star's eye, I don't know why, the ghost made the gods slap his head: “Okay, I'll give you a chance, as long as the sweeper is still alive, I'll give you a chance to join the Yellow Springs mercenary! ”

“Really let him in? ”

“He is a despicable waste-picker! ”

“Shut up, you're not fucking noble! I'm the boss, I'm in charge!” Fatty shoots at the sky again: "Now that all the kids are standing up, what are you afraid of? Just go to the sweeper, give two loaves of bread and a bottle of water, or try the smell of the gun! ”

For waste-pickers, the most irresistible temptation is food, and the most intractable fear is death.

This approach is certainly much more effective. The Dumpster did come out one after the other, Lord Victor quickly put together a death squad... Oh no, it's a death squad!

Big Fatty shouted: “Send a bunch of them first, the others stay here and wait. ”

“Come here, boy. Get in my car! ”

The eagle was thrown directly onto the co-pilot, and the engine burst into a wild roar, and he was not seated yet, immediately pressed against the seat by a force.

This looks like a seven-piece, eight-piece assembled car, giving the impression that the rack might go out at any moment, but once it starts up, it starts up surprisingly fast, and it shoots out instantly.

Most importantly, the car doesn't have a seat belt and the waste-pickers can only grab the door so they don't get thrown away.

Each of the six wilderness knights brought a desert picker. Bigfoot birds twisted his head away from Bigfoot and began to run. The hedgehog assembly car was full of people, and countless sand and dust were rising and climbing up and down the depths of the pit, flashing left and right dangerously avoiding obstacles, irritating and turbulent feeling, causing people to pour blood, like a river over the sea.

Whether the mood of the cloud eagle is frightening and exciting, fearful of the ferocious sweepers, or infinite aspirations to the world outside the camp, it is trembling and every cell is shouting.

An idea could not help but emerge.

Old man, you see that?

I'm out of camp!

Shortly after the car washed out of the rubble, a bunch of wandering people appeared in front of it. Instead of hiding, the big fat man rushed straight over.

“Careful!” The cloudhawk shouted, “Someone! ”

This monster assembled car rushed directly into the first one, and the sharp spike directly crashed him into the air. The sharp spike cut open his abdomen. A lot of blood was poured into the convertible like rain, spilling Victor all over his body. The clouds and eagles were all over his face, and the body was fractured and hung.

“Ah, hahahahahaha! ”

Big fat man laughed wildly a few times, turned on the electric wiper, swept the sticky blood on the windshield, turned and crushed another direction, the bone burst beneath the tire feeling, very clearly into every corner of the eagle's body.

The big fat man was full of madness, and he smoked a cigarette roll and continued to chase the next guy.

Crash!

Run for it!

“Cool, that's fucking cool! ”

Those wilderness knights riding bigfoot birds chased after them as if they were harvesting wheat and slaughtering unarmed wilderness travellers, one of whom hooked the jaws of the wilderness with an iron hook and ran around in the wilderness like a piece of garbage, leaving only a trace of blood and crushed meat.

The cloud eagle felt cold and chestnut. His childish face poured out more confusion and anger: “You... why are you doing this! ”

Wastepickers also kill.

That was a madness for survival with starving eyes!

Diggers don't lack food, pure divulgence and entertainment, and cloudhawks don't understand the point of this behavior!

“Ha ha, I'm glad you don't mind.” Big fat man shouts: “Besides, you don't know shit, it's a bum! I killed them and contributed to the wilderness! ”

The four forces make up the wilderness, pickers, excavators, vagabonds, and sweepers.

At the bottom of the list of waste-pickers, when waste-pickers learn to dig ruins to find weapons, master tools and technology, and establish their own power, they can become excavators.

Because waste-pickers drink highly polluted water for a long time, eat mutated organisms, and under the influence of harsh living conditions, they gradually start to mutate. This mutation affects not only the body, but also the mind and mind. The vast majority of mutants are as brutal as wild animals, and this mutant breaks free from the pickers and thus becomes a wanderer who preys everywhere.

Once the wanderers gather together to form a force, they eventually evolve into a wilderness sweeper. The places they pass through, whether they are waste-pickers or excavators, will be doomed to extinction.

How many wilderness pickers, excavators, vagabonds, sweepers?

Too much.

The rubble of this ancient city is littered with waste-pickers' camps, and there are few excavators and sweepers.

Twenty or so waste-pickers were sent to makeshift camps.

A strange pyramid-shaped building that is being plunged into the ground in an inverted position, as if it had fallen from the sky. It is a very large building that, despite its fracture, is still able to discern that it is not the work of any period in human history, whether in style or in pattern, but appears abruptly on the earth.

There was an assembled truck parked in the shadow of an inverted pyramid, with five wheels in total, the smallest in front, two times in the middle, and the last two wheels were half a person tall, wrapped around messy iron bars or coils, and the body was tall and large and practical, it should hold a lot of things, but it looked like an ugly big lizard.

Big fat man jumps out of the car and yells, "Crazy dog, why don't you come and meet our little broiler? ”

The guy nicknamed "Mad Dog" stood next to the van, a black man of one metre and nine, bare head and full of flesh, almost covered with small and large wounds, one of which seemed to have been split in half and now left with a large number of stitches.

Ugly, vicious, ugly!

These words seem to be made specifically for him!

Crazy dogs have no low status, but are poorly equipped, without any guns, only two short knives stuck in leather holsters, not at the waist, and he is wearing a leather armor covered with iron barbs, mainly to protect the chest and abdomen, with bare arms and shoulder muscles, such as obsidian carved and angled.

This nigger swept through the desert picker with a cold eye, and he turned around and pulled the chain and opened the truck's cage: "Choose your own! ”

Dumpster pickers are faced with a large pile of different weapons of different lengths, spears, machetes, hammers, axes… Although they are rough cold weapons, they are already very difficult for Dumpster pickers.

“Pick a guy who takes advantage, and if you're lucky, it's all up to you.” The big fat man says to the mad dog, "Let them have their last dinner, they'll probably never have that chance again in their lifetime! ”

Fatty didn't intend to take into account the feelings of the waste-pickers, so he said it out loud.

The picker's eyes are full of fear, not knowing what cruelty lies ahead.

Now the weapon is picked, the axe machete is powerful, but it doesn't have the strength to use it, finally choosing a short sword less than three feet. When the eagle holds the handle of the sword in its hand, the cold touch provides a little peace of mind.

Whatever you face, admit it.

Try even the glimmer of hope, the cloudhawk doesn't want to be a humble picker forever, eventually dying as lonely as an old man.