When Lu Ze walked down from the second floor, he naturally saw the wasteland warriors lined up in four rows.
The same tall body, the same pale skin, the same light red bloodshot eyes. ,
There was the same silence.
When forty extremely close individuals gather together, the momentum is astonishing.
In the corridor foyer on the first floor, the rest of the people had already run away when they saw so many wasteland warriors gathered together.
Lu Ze raised his eyelids and scanned the forty wasteland warriors in front of him. His eyes were indifferent and he walked down casually.
"If you want to take action, please come together."
"If not, please get out of the way."
The wasteland warrior was silent.
Lu Ze kept walking.
The distance between the two sides was shortened visibly to the naked eye. When Lu Ze's toes fell, they were still one meter away from the first row of wasteland warriors.
The leading wasteland warrior with his hair tied behind his back and his eyes glowing crimson suddenly raised his right hand.
"wilderness--"
There was a roar of voices, and the thirty-nine people behind them simultaneously put their feet back and stood at attention.
"exist."
Snapped!
His right hand came down and hit the seam of his right leg's trousers, making a crisp sound.
Wow!
Forty people lined up on the left and right at the same time.
A straight passage spreads out, but the distance between the left and right is only 150 centimeters. These wasteland warriors hold their chests high and their heads high. Their tall and dull bodies are like sculptures, and their momentum is breathtaking.
Forty people turned their heads at the same time and looked at the young man who was holding the list in his pocket with a casual expression.
"Thank you." Lu Ze stepped into the square formation, said with a smile, and passed by the wasteland warrior who had previously raised his fist to signal.
A second later, a dull voice sounded from behind with a trace of imperceptible fluctuations.
"Can we...be saved?"
Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for so long that every word he spoke seemed to be quite difficult.
But he still steadfastly expressed every word clearly.
Lu Ze said calmly as he walked: "How do you want to save me?"
"I want to be sober, I want to retain... my humanity."
After hearing these words, the other thirty-nine eyes were all fixed on Lu Ze's back and profile...
There was hope in their eyes.
"You asked the wrong person about this. Tiger Shark is more authoritative than me." Lu Ze said without looking back.
"The speed of our alienation is accelerating... We are wasteland warriors, and they are wasteland warriors. We are the losers of natural selection. Although we failed... we still want to live like individuals..."
Lu Ze had already passed through the crowd and chuckled after hearing these words, "Loser of natural selection? Ha, who told you this interesting point of view?"
"Chief, commander, warrior." The leader's voice came out, and there was silence all around. This was their common answer.
"Then do you believe it?" Lu Ze was about to walk out of the crowd.
"Believe it. But after seeing you take action... we started not to believe it. My name is Li Gu, and my desolation level has reached 56%... I have no parents, no wife or children. I'm afraid that I won't be able to get this after a few days." The name is gone too. Then the commander will give it to the next person."
The wasteland warrior looked at Lu Ze's back. It was clear that the content he expressed was so sad, but the words came out of his mouth with only one tone, as stiff as ice cubes in the cold winter.
"Li Gu?" Lu Ze repeated the name, stopped and turned slightly, his eyes swept across the group of wasteland warriors, and finally landed on Li Gu, "In my understanding, you don't seem to be natural losers. "
A wave of fluctuation flashed deep in the pupils of the wasteland warrior named Li Gu. He wanted to express his excitement, but in the end he just uttered an emotionless "hmm", so they expressed it in another way, with forty eyes staring straight at him. Looking straight at Lu Ze.
Lu Ze didn't take it seriously and raised three fingers. "Ordinary people usually have three results after entering the fog."
"The first one is that the power of the fog destroys the sanity, and the body gradually returns to the wild, and finally turns into a walking zombie until it is killed by a giant beast. It is called [Mysterious Corpse]."
"Second, one has the ultimate tenacity to withstand the corrosion of the soul. He survives but suffers the backlash of the fog all his life, and is eventually pulled into the abyss step by step. The difference compared to the first result is that he is rarely killed by giant beasts, because After being fully experienced, you will become the boss of a foggy area. You have demonstrated a failed direction for human evolution. For the time being, you can be called [Fog Warriors]."
"Third, they possess the ultimate evil, with tyranny and dictatorship filling their entire brains. Because of their worship, their bodies become the best candidates for the fog, and eventually they become the pioneers of the fog invading the world. Their humanity seems to be still there, but it is no longer there. There is no coming back. They are the best representatives of the body's compliance with the nature of cells. Such people will have a unique term, [anti-star]."
Lu Ze's words were like a thunderbolt to these wasteland warriors.
Their entire combat career was almost entirely shrouded in mystery, but the young man in front of them gave them a complete theoretical system in a casual remark.
"When you absorb the fog but still hold on to your humanity deep in your heart, you will naturally suffer the backlash from the power of the fog. This is a perfectly normal thing."
"So we are, Kiroshi?"
"No, you are weak quasi-fog warriors." Lu Ze corrected him seriously.
"Then we...can we still be saved?" Li Gu asked the question again, but his blood-colored pupils exuded a gray luster.
"If the degree of alienation is less than 70%, I can bring it back." Lu Ze shrugged and looked at Li Gu calmly, "But why should I help you?"
"We want to live with dignity, and we are willing to follow you." Li Gu gave the answer. His answer represented the other thirty-nine silent wasteland warriors, or more.
"make a deal."
Lu Ze walked up to Li Gu, and the phantom of the phoenix suddenly appeared in his eyes. The two fingers of his right hand brought up the flowing clouds, turning into layers of phantoms that landed on Li Gu's heart. The latter didn't even have a chance to react, and his figure was heavy With a tremor, his eyes were bulging and bloodshot, like a zombie.
Layers of delicate ripples rippled from the fingertips, turning the wasteland warrior's tougher-than-steel skin into soft plasticine.
The star power in the sea of consciousness turned into a stream along his arms and fingers and stabbed into Li Guoli's body.
The thin phoenix flames twisted slightly, and seemingly invisible fire spread along the stream into the opponent's body.
Li Gu's body of over 190cm arched up suddenly under the tremendous force.
There was a crackling sound of wood exploding in the muscles and bones.
Twelve bulges suddenly appeared on the back, and then subsided quickly.
When Li Gu looked up again, cold sweat had appeared on his forehead. Although his eyeballs were more bloodshot, the blood in his pupils had turned to light color.
"I actually..."
"Feel the pain?"
