The Godsfall Chronicles

It's like a moment, like the last millennium.

The eagle slowly opened his eyes and he found himself lying in the wilderness, sitting in a panic, looking to the right, broken walls, ruins of the desert, the sky had dawned.

Are they all dreams?

The chest wound is gone.

Shoulder wounds are gone, too.

Even the internal injuries caused by the sweeper's kick did not hurt.

The scar hit me yesterday and the wounds are gone. It can't all be a dream!

The cloud eagle felt something in his hand. When he looked down, his pupils shrunk slightly. Isn't that the gem he found in the sweeper's lair?

The gemstone no longer has a little light, or even a little shine, except on its otherwise smooth surface, and suddenly a lot of fine blood filaments appear, as if it had been sucked into it and left on it.

The whole gem looks a lot mediocre.

In appearance alone, it's just plain black stone, with lots of dark red filaments wrapped around the surface, nothing more protruding.

“Wake up?” Fatty walked over and sat next to the eagle. The eagle quickly held the stone tightly in his hand. He looked at Fatty with some restraint. This guy was always smiling. In fact, it was insidious. Fatty didn't care about his eyes. He threw a piece of bread at his fingertips: “Eat something first. ”

The eagle hesitated for a few seconds because he was so hungry that he took the bread and ate it.

Although the bread is hard as wood chips, it is delicious for eagles.

Mercenaries dragged out a mutant body and put it in a rain bag.

Fatty lit a cigarette next to him and sat down: "I was just lying to you, but now that I've changed my mind, I can take you to the camp. ”

Will this fat man suddenly be so kind?

Eagle watches him send dozens of wastepickers to their deaths like garbage!

“You may not know that you are already an evolutionist.” Fatty didn't wait for the cloud eagle to ask him, he said, “Don't ask me what evolutionist is, because I don't know, anyway, there is a new human being with special strengthening of the body, much more powerful than ordinary people, I am an evolutionist, mad dog is an evolutionist, every mercenary here is an evolutionist, now you are an evolutionist too. ”

The cloud hawk was excited.

Can you be as powerful as this fat white guy or this big black guy?

Fatty spit a cigarette and added: "However, I advise you not to hold out too much hope. There are many types of evolutionists, powerful, agile, controlling, perceptive, brain domain... you, are just a restorative evolutionist. ”

The cloudhawk's face was blurred: “Restorative? ”

“Crazy dogs are power evolutionists, so they can easily break human bones like chopsticks, and power is good for melee fighters. I'm a control type that makes it easier for every muscle in my body to make the most sophisticated moves, so I can easily shoot your balls down 100 meters away, and I can manipulate any sophisticated tool and weapon in my hand with the utmost precision. ”

“What about me? ”

The cloud hawk is a bit anxious to ask.

“You?” Fatty hey, smile: “It's all about recovering faster, recovering faster, what's the use of birds, shooting in the head, hanging up like that? So restorative is the most useless of all evolutionary types, and you can't expect us to block a mutant attack, can you? ”

The most useless type of evolution? This makes the eagle seem a little lost.

“Hey!” Fatty slapped hard: “You don't have to be discouraged, none of the evolutionists are, you've been lucky enough. Although the recovery type is useless, your strength recovers faster than normal people, so you can still work, don't worry, come with me! ”

There was a thunderous roar in the wilderness.

The sound was initially small but quickly amplified in a very short period of time, as if something were rushing very quickly in the wilderness, creating a powerful, empty sound.

“Shit! Finally!” Fatty threw the cigarette butt away, stood up immediately, pressed the gun handle between his hands, and shouted at the others: “Give me everything! ”

Resting mercenaries jumped up one by one, and mad dogs pulled out two snow machetes and held them in their hands.

The cloud hawk didn't understand why the mercenary was like this. The thunderous voices in the wilderness were already close. When he looked in the direction of the sound, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had seen the most incredible images of his life, and almost didn't stare out his eyes.

At night, a little black dot emerges, as if it were from far away, and it slowly crosses the sky, becoming larger and larger.

It's a 100-meter-long floating boat!

The floating boat's huge airbag is patched with several patches, and the metal components are also rusty, and there are patchwork marks all over it. Some places have even soared up, as if they would break at any time, but they are still completely intact overall.

Those lined exterior copper tubes were neat, large groups of steam continued to be sprayed in the tail mechanical compartment, four sets of spiral syrups spinning wildly to maintain steady progress, and a dark cannon tube extended out on both sides of the ship, giving it a shocking deterrent.

This big dish is no different from the myth in the eyes of a cloud hawk.

The floating boat slowly slowed down and eventually stopped in front of a mercenary campfire. A strong wind broke through the gravel pavement and half of the ground campfire was blown out.

Cloud eagles can't even open their eyes.

Huh?

When the rusty hatch door was pushed open.

A black figure came out in the dust of the sky.

The man was tall and strong, wrapped in black leather clothes, not half an inch exposed to the air. He was wearing a black breathing mask with a long mouth bird, surrounded by coils and skin tubes, hidden from the inside he could hear heavy breathing, and white steam spit out of the vent. He looked at it like a freak with a long mouthed poultry face.

Mad dogs show extreme vigilance and vigilance.

Fatty's expression, despite the usual pattern, never left the handle of the gun, and he shook himself up in front of the man in black: "Your prey has been found. What about what we want? ”

The black man didn't even look at the fat man. He just made a random gesture. A few more white men walked out of the armored car. They were wearing stern solid clothes and were rushing out with a toolbox, walking to the ground in front of the body, pulling the rain bag and checking for a few eyes. One of them said: "No problem! ”

The black man threw a box under the fat man's feet.

A rookie used to pick up the box, and when he opened it, he put several guns neatly inside, lots of ammunition, and several needles of different colors.

Fatty was relieved: “Enjoy your cooperation! ”

“Wait!” The black man spoke for the first time, and his low voice was like a beast that was extremely depressing himself, and when it came out through the respiratory mask, it gave a strange feeling, "Did you find anything strange? Like a special stone. ”

The whole heart of a cloud hawk shrinks suddenly!

Fatty frowned: “There are stones everywhere, but I haven't seen anything special! ”

“Really? ”

The man in black raised his head slowly.

Even through strange masks, mercenaries can still feel a sharp, sword-like gaze shooting at them, which leaves mercenaries anxious to retreat a few steps.

Everyone has a sense of being pierced.

Fatty got a little upset: "What do you mean? ”

“Nothing," the black man said slowly, retracting his eyes. "This stone is of no use to you, and if I can find it in the future, I'll pay 100 times the commission! ”

Mercenaries take a sip of cool air.

A hundred times the commission!

This task is enough to buy mercenaries a year's income. If this number is multiplied by a hundred, what would that be? Shit, what kind of rock is that?

The body of the sweeper was taken to the floating boat.

Four sets of propellers lifted the surrounding dust again, and this big guy slowly rose, and the metal copper tube burst out again, as if the lung disease patient was coughing desperately, eventually spitting out several large strands of airflow, which began to accelerate slowly, eventually disappearing into view.

Fatty held the box with a satisfied look on his face. He walked to the staring eagle and slapped the eagle hard: “Are you nuts? That thing is fancy! ”

The eagle held the stone in his hand tightly, and he tried to make it normal, but the sound was still hard to stop the tremor: “They... who are they? ”

“Mysterious guy, who knows? One of the true masters of the wilderness, anyway!” Obviously fat people don't know the exact origin of each other, “anyway, with a little character like you, I'm afraid I've never had a chance to contact them in my life! It's best not to touch them. These guys kill people so they don't blink. We're no different than ants in front of them! ”

Can these powerful mercenaries only look up?

The cloud hawk didn't know what kind of adventure he had, and the mysterious stone lay quietly in his hand, and the flesh connected as if it were part of his body.

Fatty shouted, “Close the line, let's go back! ”

The mercenaries were screaming for a seven-piece, eight-piece assembled car, and the rough monsters roared and headed in one direction or another towards the rugged wilderness.