This is a dead valley. [+New^^+The cracks of the earth meander and crawl in the mountains. The black storm piled up the clouds into hideous giant snakes. The only place where the eyes were, the breath of death enveloped everything.

The storm with radiant dust kept tearing the traveler's cloak in the strange terrain, which was enough to tear off the human skin. She struggled to resist the blowing of the wind and marched firmly in this land of death. She knew that he was waiting at the end of the road.

Whenever she takes a step, she can recall her past more completely.

There were many shadows crawling among the ruins on the roadside, spying on her figure and greedy for her breath. She was able to tell the identity of these alien zombies called "Brandmakers". ncr, the Caesars Legion, these people were once advance teams of two armies, but now they were mixed together and turned into ignorant beasts. The Grand Canyon devoured them, biting them into pieces, ruminated them, and turned them into deadly killers.

There are also those diggers crawling in underground tunnels. They are said to have been humans before the war. They have turned into some dark species in the radiant underground, and they can no longer see the appearance of humans in them. The diggers under them have devilish appearances and cruel temperaments. They long to leave this canyon and spread to the outside world. They are like diggers who will never kill them, growing towards Mohavi like tumors.

She pulled the bolt of the rifle in her hand and aimed at the branded ones. After a gunshot, one of the branded ones fell down and the rest dispersed when they heard the news.

The messenger moved forward unswervingly in the ruins, just staying in front of a huge building. She climbed over the dilapidated military base and town, crossed half of the expressway bridge, and saw the gloomy buildings in the distance. Small-equivalent nuclear warheads were embedded on cliffs like prehistoric orbs. These strategic and tactical weapons that were manufactured in large quantities before the war were opened and exposed in the rock formations. With the vigorous movement of geology, these gods of destruction stored in the underground base were scattered in all directions and distributed in every corner of the canyon.

"call……"

The messenger found a place to go back to the lee, pulled down the respirator he used to filter the radiation dust, pulled the bandage, opened the kettle and took two sips. A strand of unpacked platinum hair came out of the cloak, and it took her several minutes to re-tied it.

The situation of the Caesar Legion has stabilized. The combat robot troops that emerged from the underground fortress of Zhuchengling Ridge controlled the camp with water. The high-performance combat robot equipped with submachine guns and shrapnel launchers killed anyone who dared to resist. While letting all soldiers put down their weapons and disarmed and surrendered on the spot. Half an hour later, the entire camp was basically wiped out, and the legion after Ranius's defeat was in a state of headlessness, and most senior officers had ulterior motives. If this development was followed, the legion would not avoid division and civil war.

However, Eve could not accept such an ending.

She knew better than anyone else that such a powerful force would cause harm to the people in the territory after the division of such a powerful force. Large-scale civil wars were more deadly than any bandit or wild monster. Even if the legion had harsh laws and systems, the legion at least guaranteed peace and stability in the territory. However, when the legion splits, this peace and stability will disappear instantly, replaced by fierce blood and fire.

In order to stop this development, she had to use the armed robots. A person who unexpectedly lost to her was extremely foreseeable before she appeared, expressing her loyalty to her. Wapus Ikuta, the head of the intelligence department, always wearing a fox helmet, told her that she was willing to surrender to her.

Ruling the Legion as a woman, Eve knew she needed the support of a senior officer. She accepted the vow of Wops Ikuta and was in power as the new strongest man. She resisted the unhappiness to announce her blood relationship with Caesar, and demonstrated her force, announcing that anyone could challenge her publicly, and the winner could gain the status of the Legion leader.

She won respect and awe with the same technique as Ranius. When she cut the head of the fifth centurion off her head in the dusty and bloody arena, she raised the head high. She walked around for a while, then threw it aside and walked out of the field. The servant and the female slave washed her white jade-like perfect skin with buckets of precious pure water, washing away the thick blood. The deep bone-visible knife marks healed quickly at a speed that was within reach of her eyes. She resisted the pouring eyes of the entire legion in silence, and then raised the machete in her hand.

"I am the son of the God of War."

The eastern legion territory had not yet been heard, and the commanders there would probably be ready to move after receiving the news. Wops Ikuta suggested that she immediately start the army and return to the heartland of the legion, and use her tremendous force to suppress all the high-level generals, and truly hold the position of the legion leader with force. Eve was not without wisdom so that she could not see the key points between them, but she still insisted on letting all the remaining army stationed in place. She had to leave for about half a month to a month to deal with a "thing that only she could handle."

So she came to the Great Rift Valley.

You're still here.

An eyeball robot passed through the wind and sand and came to her. A familiar low and hoarse voice appeared in her ears with rustling white noise.

Through the canyon of death, you finally come.

"I know you are calling me." The postman stood up and let the eyeball robot lead her footsteps. She wandered on this land where all life had lost, lingering here with branders, diggers, and a large number of deadly death claws, as well as a large amount of radiation dust and suffocating storms that could be dangerous even if they breathe, the hot air, the dead silence in the hot wind, and even a hundred years later, there would not be anyone here.

However, she was like the king here, as familiar with her hometown.

and Ulysses.

I'm at the end of the canyon.

Ulysses is a Latin word, meaning "hater". Eve doesn't know who he hated, whether it was hatred that took away his hometown and tribe Caesar's army? Or it took away his second hometown? Or it was hatred of this cold and ironic world. She knew that this man's hopeless pursuit in his life, knew that his talent was outstanding, and his talent was insignificant, and his black humor that he devoted to the greatest and most vain cause in the world.

Once, she remembered asking him about the origin of the name. He said that the origin of the name was "Ulysses.s. Grant", a general from the Civil War in history, "fighted to unify the two tribes under a banner."

She also knew that Ulysses was also a hero in Greek mythology. It was read as "Odysseus" in Greek.

Ulysses never concealed his life story from her. He came from one of the many tribes conquered by Caesar, the "Current Tribe". Their tribes had a tradition of recording things with buns. He showed her many braids on her head, using different knots and directions, and the number of buns to express a person's life's deeds, his success and failure, glory and shame. The Curly Hair Tribe is a powerful tribe. He once formed an alliance with Caesar and served as the reconnaissance force of the Legion in the Battle of Arizona. However, after the Legion conquered Arizona, he quickly broke the contract, destroyed the Curly Hair Tribe, eliminated all traces of their existence, and all the rebels were nailed to the cross on Interstate 40.

Ulysses never showed a trace of hatred in his calm words. He was like a reed, serving the legion and became a spy under Wapus Ikuta with excellent talents. He roamed the wasteland with his messenger as his disguised identity. He collected and conveyed information for the legion.

She followed the footsteps of the eyeball robot and came to the last temple.

The name of "Great Rift Valley" was once the "Great Divide". It was the location of a secret nuclear arsenal of the United States before the war. There are dozens or hundreds of sleeping giants buried underground here. When the giants wake up, their power is enough to destroy the wasteland again, destroy all existing orders, and restore the world to chaos and disorder.

She walked into the underground base, the deepest part of the missile launch base. This is Ulysses' temple and his sacred temple. The old place of America's strongest force, the craze of nuclear weapons is hidden among warheads scattered everywhere. And the deepest part of the base is the nuclear warheads that are ready to be launched. Ulysses' intelligence allows him to cross the base's password and authorization system, allowing him to hold these world-destroying flame swords in his own hands.

"You are here." Ulysses stood on the launch pad with his back to her. On the back of his weather-frosted coat, there were twelve stars, and the middle one. The mark kept echoing in Eve's mind, and now she knew what the mark represented. This was the flag of the United States, the United States of America, the united united by thirteen states.

"I guess you've remembered it now." Ulysses turned around, and the face of the postman reflected in his deep eyes.

"I remembered it," said Eve. She took off her respirator and took a deep breath of air with decay and radiant breath. The air had a tingling feeling, "This is Dawn Town."

Yes. I remembered that the Great Dividing Season is Dawn Town, and I once found a place of hope. This place that was once called "the first breath of a country" by Ulysses.

The best days I once had in my once prosperous territory and the best days I spent here, everything was different with the arrival of that package.

NCR discovered a copy of an eye robot in the Navarro base. However, they could not crack a piece of information or instruments carried by the eye robot, so they entrusted messengers to pass on the package. The package had the mark of the old United States, a package from glory carrying information of destruction. Its singing awakened the giants underground, activated by the information keys circulating in the package, and nuclear warheads carried by geological movements to various areas of the canyon, turning it into purgatory. The earth was divided into tremors, and the residents were killed and injured. The guerrillas stationed here were dispatched to cut off the supply of NCR were also buried in the earthquake.

The Great Divide no longer exists, and only the Grand Canyon remains here. Dawn Town has become a dead place, with no one surviving, or in other words, only those who have lost their minds in the radiation storm.

Ulysses survived by chance, and the activated medical robot recognized the pattern on his coat, recognized him as an American citizen, brought him into the base and gave him treatment.

"You showed me how far-reaching ways a man can change history. What you destroyed is something stronger than a giant bear and greater than a bull." Ulysses stretched out his hands, holding a scepter in his right hand, and at the top of the scepter was a two-headed eagle spreading its wings to fly. "And I am going to change history for the second time now, whether it is a giant bear or a bull, it will be destroyed in the flames of the giant. Where is your hometown? You have no hometown like me. We are all people who have lost our hometown."

"Ulysses." Eve stepped forward. "I want to stop you."

"Who can change history? You have changed history twice, and now you are going to stop me from bringing history back on track?"

"No." said the messenger No. 6, "I want to make up for everything I have done."

"I once established a new hope, and I accidentally destroyed it. However, from today on, I want to recreate my ideals on the earth." Eve's voice gradually became deeper, "Do you still remember what I once said about the difference between the materialistic historical view and the idealistic heroic historical view? The latter believes that history is driven by heroes. That small group of heroes promote the progress of the wheel of history with their own consciousness. They change the world with their personal abilities."

“…”

"The book says that, however, history is changed by most people. The trend of the times is vast and will not be blocked by the will of one or two people. Even if heroes change history, they are just a pawn of irreversible trends."

“…”

"However, how does the trend of the times surge?" Eve asked loudly, "If we are waiting for the 'trend of the times' and if we are waiting for the emergence of 'heroes', then the world will never be changed. If we want to change the world, we should... do what we should do."

"Aren't I doing 'what I should do' now?" Ulysses spread his hands.

"No, you are just escaping!" The floor under the messenger's feet was wet with a few splashes. "You are not the same person as Ulysses before. Ulysses before never gave up even the difficult situation. When the guerrillas of the Legion arrived, he worked with me to find a way to drive these people out. He would discuss with me how to build Dawn Town better, and he loved this land, his real hometown with all his heart."

"However, this hometown has been destroyed. It has been destroyed by you." The voice behind the breathing mask was filled with a gloomy rage.

"It was just an accident. None of us could change the past and change the facts that had happened. If a shot in my heart could prevent that from happening, I would not blink. That's the truth. Ulysses, both you and me, should not be blamed. We are the only survivors, and if there is anything that can atone for me, it is to rebuild this town, inherit its new and pure spirit, and build the second Dawn town, which will not be destroyed by nuclear bombs."

"It's impossible."

"It is not impossible. Ulysses, what you follow is just a phantom, the United States you dream of. It has never existed from the beginning. The glory you dream of is false from the beginning. The United States in history has never been the country of glory and greatness you pursue. It is also a country that rises, is powerful, and then declines again, just like what has happened on all lands for thousands of years."

"You can't shake my will."

"But the glory and great totem you pursue, even if it is fake, is an eternal spiritual spirit. It is metaphysical. This spirit is not based on the material country, not on the real American Republic in history, but on... people. As long as you are still alive, as long as you and me are still like this, the dreamer who pursues glory, peace, independence, dignity, freedom, and human rights is still working hard on the wasteland, the totem on your back will not extinguish the glory."

“…”

Ulysses' figure began to shake. He raised the double-headed eagle scepter to his chest, as if he wanted to resist something. This man, who had never panic, looked really helpless now.

"What you are doing now is self-destruction. Escape from the responsibilities you bear... I understand your pain, because like you, I deeply love this land and the town where we flourish together. This... is my home. This is my hometown." Eve took another step forward, "What you are doing now is just simple destruction. You just want this world to be buried with your dreams... but there are other possibilities here, this world... and a new future. It is not a country bound by the illusion of the country in the past, but a new world with infinite possibilities."

The messenger turned around so that Ulysses could see the pattern on the back of her coat.

"The legion has been destroyed, Caesar and the first envoy have died, and now I am the master of the legion. If we do not intervene, the out-of-control legion will turn half of the United States into a chaotic hell. Just like Caesar's destruction of the existence of those tribes, I will now destroy the legion's once-existing traces. My language will become the law of the legion, and the first thing is to discard Caesar's flag, the bull's flag. I want to build a new totem, a different totem from any country before. It is not stars, bears, bulls... but only the totem that belongs to us, only the fantasy."

"Is this the flag you carry?" Ulysses asked in a hoarse voice.

"This is the flag I carry," Eve said.

The two messengers, carrying the banner of the old and new eras, confronted at the end of the Great Rift Valley. This time, they will once again change the history of the wasteland forever.

"Ulysses." Eve stretched out his right hand, "but I can't do this alone. I need your help, my friend."

Ulysses stared at her outstretched palm.

"My friend, I beg you to help me again. To redeem our sins."

The postman's hand stayed in mid-air, and she was silently waiting for the other party to make a decision. She knew that the death mechanism had been set up here, and also knew that Ulysses had never thought of going out at the beginning. In order to die with him, he chose to make a final settlement here. When the nuclear bomb was launched, the hatred imprinters rushed in, as if this will of the rift valley of death had engulfed the two, and would never leave a trace in the world again.

However, she had an inexplicable belief that she believed that Ulysses would hold her hand, and then, just like the past, the two stood together, fought shoulder to shoulder, and fought from this land of death through obstacles and breaking through all hatred and madness. She believed that when the two messengers worked together, nothing in this world could stop the two of them.

Because she had seen hope and dreams in the eyes of this man. She knew that hope and dreams would not die. Even if they had experienced the ashes of all ages, the seeds of hope and dreams would be reborn in the ashes, just like a phoenix flying high.

"The military camp opposite seems to have changed its flag."

In the evening, Gaiqi sat by the campfire and barbecue, while mentioning this trivial matter.

"What flag?"

"It's a bit funny to say, the scout said that they lowered the original bull flag and replaced it with a horse's head...it should be said to be a unicorn-patterned flag."

"That's it." Su Jing paused for a while, as if thinking about something, "It seems that my toy was not given to the wrong person."
Chapter completed!