Chapter 68 If harmony doesn’t bring wealth, then I also know a little bit about illusion

The next day, the fully recovered exploration team reunited with the followers of the Mechanical Dragon God, and together they took the new and old energy trams with a strong wasteland atmosphere to the Mechanical Dragon gathering place.

During the journey, the food the five people ate caused a sensation.

The poor wastelanders finally knew what the legendary egg-filled pancake was. They all stared at it with eager eyes and saliva secreted from their mouths like crazy.

The journey was shorter than I imagined, and we arrived there in just one day of speeding.

The environment is also different from what I imagined.

The gathering place of mechanical dragons is actually underground!

In other words, this place was originally an underground military base or underground shelter converted from a mine.

After more than a hundred years of subsequent renovations, it was transformed into a huge underground city with intricate internal tunnels.

It is worthy of being the headquarters of the Infinite Mechanical Dragon God Sect.

It does have a bit of a headquarters feel to it.

In addition, the people here have retained almost the highest level of technology and pre-war artifacts in the wasteland, so it at least looks like they have finally gained some semblance of post-war civilization.

Walking in the large, brightly lit mine, a large number of machines that looked simple and old, but contained extremely advanced technology, attracted the attention of the group.

"My Lords, this is the lifeblood of our Mechanical Dragon Gathering! Aside from the Kingdom of the God of Natural Redemption, this is probably one of the few water filters in the wasteland that can produce pure drinking water!"

Li He, the chief priest who was almost crushed to death by Lu Wenwu before, introduced himself to the others with a little pride.

In fact, except for Kashan who was very excited, the other four people didn't care about this kind of thing.

Anthony coughed lightly twice and asked, "As I've been walking along, I've noticed that your sect doesn't seem to have many Evolvers and priests?"

More than just not many?

It can be said to be extremely weak.

Looking around, they are basically all at the D-level, pure ordinary people in the wasteland.

There are very few C-level ones.

A C+ level existence like Li He is rare and terrifying here.

B-rank?

Didn't see any.

Li He explained, "We possess the many divine artifacts bestowed by our Lord, which are sufficient to guarantee our safety. We do not need to seek the power of the gods like wilderness hunters and ghost controllers."

"While that would certainly make us stronger, it would also increase the risk of death."

"With the technological creations bestowed by our Lord, we can maintain the food supply for over a hundred thousand people in the settlement by raising mutants in captivity. We are already very satisfied."

"Besides, if we pursue strength, then the promised compensation of flesh and muscle to you all might not be available, right?"

"That's true."

Anthony responded casually.

But in his opinion, whether it is an evolver, a ghost controller, or a psychic.

The way the three increase their strength cannot be said to have nothing to do with nuclear radiation, but at least it is completely unrelated.

I don't know how the wastelanders came to such a weird conclusion.

Soon, Li He led the group through many twists and turns and finally arrived at an extremely wide passage.

At the end of the passage was a heavy metal door, similar to a bank vault.

Seven or eight figures, some male, some female, some old, some young, stood there.

Same outfit as Li He.

They were all wearing worn blue work clothes, a miner's hat, and work gloves that had turned grayish-yellow.

Lu Wenwu took a quick look and saw no threat at all.

They are all Mechanical Dragon God priests, with C to C+ level.

Only the short-haired woman in the center of the back caught Lu Wenwu's second glance.

The Eye of Insight showed that this person was the High Priest of the Mechanical Dragon God, at the B-level, the same level as the supporting burly leader who had died silently in the beginning.

Um.

The attributes are very poor, and it's a weak chicken.

Considering that no outrageous space technology had been discovered before the Wasteland War.

The threat level of these people in front of me is almost zero.

Lu Wenwu always felt that he would need to reason with others later, so he took off his heavy artillery boxing gloves in advance.

"High Priest!"

Li He took a few quick steps to meet him.

"These five are the five masters from the Kingdom of God whom I just mentioned in the shortwave communication! This time, I applied to open the No. 1 reserve warehouse precisely to compensate these five masters."

"I already know." The high priest nodded slightly. "What are the opinions of the other priests?"

"I think the amount of compensation is a bit too much."

An old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, but was actually just over forty, said this.

"We are all wastelanders, so we should work together. You adults who have come from the kingdom of God should not be short of these resources, but the importance of these to us is self-evident, I believe."

"So you just don't want to give it to me?" Lu Wenwu interrupted, "And you're trying to blackmail me morally, CPU me?"

Anthony thought about it and whispered behind his back, "You mean PUA?"

"It doesn't matter. They don't understand anyway." Lu Wenwu didn't care about it.

The old priest's breath hitched, and he immediately explained, "Sir, that's not what I meant. I just..."

Lu Wenwu's right arm, hidden under the magical clothes, instantly turned dark red, and he punched out in the air.

After a violent roar, the thick alloy door was immediately torn into a gap by the violent energy.

A cold current flowed out through the gap, causing several priests to shiver and look horrified.

That’s a gate that can defend against sixth-order aberrations!

A casual punch tore a huge wound on it. Could this person in front of him be the legendary seventh-level strongman?

Lu Wenwu retracted his fist and said slowly, "If you are not willing to reason with me, I do know a little bit about illusion."

Su Qinghong was greatly surprised: "Big Tyrannosaurus, how come I didn't know you knew illusion?"

"Ah, after all, illusions are quite difficult, so I don't usually use them." Lu Wenwu replied rather embarrassedly, "It requires continuous beating of the opponent's head, making them dizzy and causing hallucinations. The force is not easy to control, and I often accidentally blow their heads off."

"Are you damn sure that what you're saying is an illusion?" Su Qinghong said with horror, "Are you kidding me?"

Lu Wenwu said confidently: "Just tell me whether he is hallucinating or not?"

"Yes, my brain is almost shaken up, how can I not be hallucinating?"

"So, this is an illusion!"

Su Qinghong: “.”

Damn it, what a twisted logic!

When Lu Wenwu turned to look at the "old" priest who had spoken earlier, there was no other emotion on his face except fear.

The other priests also had the same expression.

What kind of person is this!

You can say such things openly without hiding them from others!

Either they are very strong or they have mental problems.

In reality, it's even worse.

The person in front of me is not only incredibly strong, but also a little mentally unstable.

(End of this chapter)