The weather today is very good, the sky is blue and cloudless.

When the bright sunshine shines down, all the buildings on the ground appear bright, warm and harmonious.

And quiet.

The situation on the Wasteland Continent is turbulent, and it feels like it is a vast land with few people. The buildings are all built in a spacious, sparse and bright manner. There are large gaps between the tall buildings. In the city, you can walk around casually.

, you can still see many traces of ruins.

It can't help but make people feel a bit of desolation and vicissitudes, and the loneliness of the sky high and the wind far away in their occasional leisure time.

Especially in the recent period, all the residents in the city have been moved away, and even the real bodies of An Ling and Hei Cuodao are actually no longer in the city.

The whole city seemed more vigorous and lonely.

When Chu Xinggu walked in here, he fell in love with this city almost immediately.

Of course, this is not the first time he knows about the existence of this city. He has even observed all aspects of the city from various pictures and videos under his command, and has learned about the relationship between the management here and the coalition government.

But at that time, he didn't care much about the city, and he didn't come there in person. He didn't know that the atmosphere of the city before the war would be so in line with his aesthetics.

Good, so beautiful, really good.

He has decided that if this city is destroyed in the battle today, it will be rebuilt on the original site and used as one of his "villages".

The layout of the city cannot be changed. The luxurious ones must be so luxurious, and the ruins must be those ruins. If there are not so many suitable scraps, of course the newly created things will be destroyed into waste.

As long as Guan Luoyang is killed first, the loss of resources is not within his concern. The cheap manpower provides a more comfortable working environment for the beings at the top of the pyramid.

And as long as the situation in the Wasteland Continent continues, more bad ways of using technology will be developed, people will become cheaper and cheaper, and those who originally controlled the materials will naturally have wealth in their hands.

It will appear stronger.

Chu Xinggu liked this idea very much.

Some people once thought that he was wanton, unscrupulous, and extravagant, and cited some examples.

For example, it was pointed out that Chu Xinggu had acquired no less than 1,900 properties for himself in more than half a century, some of which were given to him by others in order to establish a relationship with him, but there were also many that were

Because he glanced at it when he happened to pass by, and thought it suited my eyes, he circled it and regarded it as his own territory, and no one else was allowed to touch it.

Real estate in the wasteland is actually not valuable. At least for most people in the wasteland, they don't care so much about houses fixed in one place. There are too many other places where you can pick up similar houses and renovate them.

You can live there.

But Chu Xinggu's real estate is different, because the places he has designated have unique features, either containing certain types of rare minerals, or containing large factories that can support the vitality of the entire area.

Sometimes, these properties even contain some living creatures. Within the territory enclosed by him, whether they are rare beasts, mutated poisons, or the people who originally lived here, they are no longer allowed to leave here.

It is not allowed to destroy the style of this place.

Even sometimes, those scenes that Chu Xinggu considers "pleasing to the eyes" and "uniquely artistic" actually represent a backward, inconvenient, and depressing living environment.

There is no way, people's aesthetics are always very diverse. At that time, Chu Xinggu still admired the person who accused him.

He raised that person well and provided him with good food and drink. He only required that person to have the same full mood every day, make the same article, and scold him again.

Of course the man refused to comply, but soon he found that his relatives, friends, and neighbors had all moved to the place where he was imprisoned.

He was not imprisoned, but invited.

The illnesses of their loved ones have been eliminated long ago, and they have been replaced with the most high-end bionic prostheses. They have regained their clear vision, smell, taste, touch, and even physical desires. They cry bitterly and are grateful for their freshness.

Neighbors also live a life that was unimaginable before and are freed from their previous sufferings.

So they all came to thank the person who scolded Chu Xinggu.

The man became even more angry. He picked up his pen again, wrote articles, read aloud, and cursed.

When Chu Xinggu occasionally thinks about it, he will ask his subordinates to take a look at the video of this person, pick out a few good ones from the speeches and curses once a day, and enjoy themselves by commenting on them.

Later, the person's level seemed to have declined. His scolding was no longer so angry, his words were not so sharp, there were many repetitions, and the number of words became shorter and shorter.

But he lived in the midst of everyone's happiness and joyful expectations, and could no longer stop himself until he committed suicide.

After Chu Xinggu found out, he felt very sorry, but he did not take back the generous life enjoyed by that person's relatives, friends and neighbors.

Those people are still happily continuing their daily lives, just like Chu Xinggu's other properties, staying quietly where they should be.

After all, those few resources are not worth mentioning to Chu Xinggu. He just needs to kill Guan Luoyang first.

"I have lived such a long life, worked hard to this day, and practiced hard day and night, just to have the power, spend money like water, and do whatever I want!"

Chu Xinggu was walking in this deserted city, admiring the city while shaking his head, raising his hand, clenching his fingers, and looking directly at his fist.

"I have such great strength, such high talent, and in such a long life, I neither take pleasure in killing nor torturing others. I only enjoy collecting. For such a small pleasure, I always need someone.

Come to hinder me, why?"

He raised his head, looked forward, and said sincerely, "Friends from far away, you are here to judge. You said that you are looking for trouble for nothing, traveling across the ocean, invading my home, and insisting on disturbing my little joy in life.

Should this guy die?"

Guan Luoyang, whose body was burning with strands of Hanxuan Tribulation Fire, was also walking on this street, smiling and shaking his head.

"Shouldn't?!"

Chu Xinggu screamed in shock, took several big steps forward, and asked eagerly, "You mean it shouldn't be done? How can such a person not die?!"

"I think it's damn good!" A voice answered his question.

Starting from the corner of the southwest side of the city, buildings one after another made roaring sounds, cracked, tilted, and collapsed, raising large amounts of smoke and dust that spread to the side of this street.

Out of the smoke, a man with a body covered in tattoos and a body as majestic as a hill walked out, followed by six men with similar looks and builds to him.

The seven directors of Titan Heavy Industries are said to have reached the seventh level of psychic power ten years ago. Among the psychics of this level, they are relatively junior, but no one dares to look down upon them.

It is said that they were originally the final product of a large-scale biological laboratory. Although the seven of them are not brothers, they are better than brothers. Together, the seven of them can increase their psychic level to a higher level. Once they were only third-level psychics.

At that time, there were rumors that seven brothers had joined forces and killed fourth-level psykers more than once.

Not to mention, they have now invested all the power resources and spiritual energy reserves in their own territories into themselves. Each of the seven of them has entered the scope of the eighth level of spiritual energy. Once they attack together, the upper limit of their combat power will be as high as

Unknown.

As soon as the seven Titan brothers appeared, another cold voice came.

"I feel so damned too."

The man, whose whole body was covered in a white military uniform and a pure white cloak, suddenly appeared five hundred meters behind Guan Luoyang.

The distance of five hundred meters made this man's figure look small, as if he had blended into the city background at the end of the street. Even if he raised his head, others could not see his face clearly, only a pair of eyes, like cold gems, inlaid with

Under the brim of the hat.

"We have had our own order here for a long time. The law of the jungle and natural selection are the truths of hundreds of thousands of years of natural evolution. What's more, the existence of the Promised Land has given countless people the opportunity to climb up. They can't climb up.

If you come up, you can't compete with others, it's just that they deserve it."

"You unite the political power and like to be nannies for the people under your control, so just play that trick on your own territory, and don't come to provoke our territory and seize the power in our hands!"

This person was the Silver Army Master who once defeated all the players in the same period in the Magic Zone of the game world with his "psionic fighting spirit", and even defeated all the Children of Luck in the Magic Zone at that time, and seized the certificate of divine power.

His most recent attack was fifteen years ago, and he was nominally a psyker at the peak of the seventh level of normality. In fact, it seems that he has stepped into the threshold of the eighth level at some point. After the blessing,

The state is even more mysterious and unpredictable. It can actually absorb the spiritual energy signals blessed from the outside into the body.

With each breath, the dim light of spiritual energy also flickered around him. It seemed that his spiritual energy did not originate from the brain, but was deployed in every part of his body.

Even when the Silver Army Lord spoke, every word contained a mysterious wave of spiritual energy, as if it was causing the energy in other people's bodies to surge out of control as well.

From the moment they saw the first ray of calamity fire ignited on Guan Luoyang's body, even if they didn't understand the cultivation system of "Tianhe Zhengfa", their spiritual sensitivity was enough for them to understand the nature of it.

Overcoming the tribulation can represent the strength after the tribulation, but also represents the fatal flaw that is easily disturbed during the tribulation.

The Han Xuan Tribulation Fire was originally transformed from Tianhe's mana to burn the Dao Foundation. Although the Nine Tribulation Fires also meant the nine transformations of the Dao Foundation's mana.

However, during the burning process of the calamity fire, the mana in the body is in a state of constant depletion.

Moreover, psychic energy comes from the power of the soul, and your own mentality is sometimes very critical.

While they were talking, they looked back on their past, not only to wait for Guan Luoyang's low point, but also to build up their own momentum and polish their murderous intentions.

At this time, a one-eyed figure covered in bandages also appeared in the glass display window of the cake shop on the right side of the street.

"Guan Luoyang, I heard that you were a person from three hundred years ago. Humph, I must have seen all the vicissitudes of life. But do you know what the life of a person who encountered a catastrophe was like when he was just born?"

The bandaged man’s voice was weird, and when he spoke, there were countless echoes stacked together, “I have struggled to survive in the catastrophe since I was a child, fighting for a little dirty water among my companions, doing odd jobs in underground clinics, step by step.

Yes, I have gone through gangs, escorts, warlords, and semi-mechanical groups, many intrigues, and hard work to achieve today's status."

"We are able to stand above tens of millions of people because of our hard work. God rewards hard work. If you want to change all this, you are going against the law of God. Shouldn't you die?"

This shouting question spread with heavy echoes.

Things like sound waves have always been getting weaker as they spread, but this shout, under the influence of psychic energy, went against common sense.

At first, it was just a loud shout, but the more it spread, the more it stirred up the air. All the thinner and more fragile objects began to buzz, and the water on the ground also trembled, sputtering out layers of spray.

This is not just the psychic energy emitted by the bandaged man, but the sound wave that is heightened again after being resonated by powerful psychics from all directions during the spread of sound waves.

They haven't shown up yet, they are just lurking in all directions of the city, southeast, northwest, heaven and earth. The sound waves at this level have already represented their answer.

When the sound waves spread beyond this urban area, not only thin and fragile objects, but also reinforced concrete buildings will be shaken and roared.
To be continued...