The Gobi Desert looks endless in the dark night.

This road was not easy to travel on. Fang Zheng drove the chariot recklessly, knocking aside the car shells that were corroded to the point that only their frames were left. But even so, this road was still much more difficult to travel on than he had imagined.

"Master, maybe we shouldn't drive."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Fang Zheng turned the steering wheel while looking around and helplessly answered Restia's complaints.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a flash of light appeared before his eyes.

"boom!!!"

A loud explosion erupted instantly, swallowing up the dark chariot. The already shaky viaduct collapsed with a roar. In the dust, the whistling black chariot rushed out, narrowly avoiding the fate of falling.

"Damn it, these bastards actually used landmines!!"

Fang Zheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward. Fortunately, his Rattler had been specially modified, otherwise this blow alone would have been enough to turn his car into a broken thing like those scrap metal shells on the viaduct. However, Fang Zheng soon discovered that this was not the end. It was unknown which shameless bastard had placed the mines here before. Maybe his original intention was to guard against the bandits outside, or maybe it was a mutated beast. Of course, judging from the current situation, the idiot who had placed mines outside his house might have died long ago.

But it doesn't matter. The explosion of the mine is like bait, which will attract those guys lurking in the dark. They will be curious about what is here, and then they will look over here, and then...

“Oh my god…”

When a thing flashing red and trailing a long trail of smoke flew over, Fang Zheng was speechless.

A small mushroom cloud rose from the ground.

The viaduct, which was already crumbling due to lack of maintenance, collapsed completely. A howling storm swept around, and then everything returned to calm.

When Fang Zheng climbed out of the tank that had been bombed into ruins, his face was ashen.

The Sidewinder tank uses most of Fang Zheng's high-tech. It can resist attacks from EMP, grenades, landmines, and even large-caliber anti-vehicle rifles and even grenades.

But this does not include small nuclear bombs!!

"Those damn green bastards!!"

Looking at the monster that was striding towards them, with a body of two meters tall and appearance that looked exactly like the Hulk, Fang Zheng's face became gloomy. For a moment, he even wanted to take out the facehugger.

But in the end, Fang Zheng gave up this idea and raised the sword and pistol in his hands.

The rising flames illuminated the earth and the ugly monsters in the dark night. They came to the battlefield laughing, wanting to take a good look at what the big black iron block that was running faster than a dog on the ground was.

So they didn't see the flash of the sword.

The pitch-black sword chopped down the mutant's head like tofu, pulling it all the way down smoothly, splitting its internal organs and spine in two, with an accuracy comparable to laser dissection. Another mutant roared and raised the heavy machine gun in his hand, but before he could pull the trigger, his head exploded with a gunshot, bursting like a ball filled with blood, and the cervical vertebrae protruding from his neck drooped in the air, shaking a few times before falling to the ground with his huge body.

Before the third mutant even had time to react, it rudely reached out and pushed away the headless corpse in front of it, wanting to get a good look at what was happening. It opened its eyes wide, stretched its neck - and then its entire head spun and flew into the night sky.

Fang Zheng retracted his sword, looked at the three corpses on the ground, and then picked up the crude rocket launcher and small nuclear bomb that had fallen nearby.

"Although we lost a chariot, we finally got a souvenir."

Looking at the "little fat boy" in his hand, Fang Zheng sighed helplessly.

Without the means of transportation, I can’t use anything else.

Just as Stefal had warned, it was difficult to cast magic in the Outer Realm. The ubiquitous magic nets didn't seem to cover this place at all. Fang Zheng felt like he was in a remote mountain forest without any mobile network coverage. No matter how he chanted the spell, he would always get the response "Sorry, your call can't be reached."

The rules here are a little different.

After that, Fang Zheng tried other means of transportation, including a Viking and a Void Ray, but these were not usable in the wasteland. Only those things that used ancient power could be used. Any super high-tech seemed to be useless in this world - even the Transformers created by Fang Zheng.

Simply put, this world seems to only accept mechanical movements driven by ancient power. Energy drives like the Protoss are not compatible with the physical laws of this world. Of course, Fang Zheng also has the VF-31 designed by the Chinese Federation in the mecha world... but unfortunately, it can't be started.

If you think about it carefully, even in the game, you don't have the function of driving a car when you install a MOD, right?

The Gundam was fine, but Fang Zheng thought it was too stupid to pilot such a stupid thing in the wasteland.

In the end, he chose to walk.

Another reason why Fang Zheng chose to move forward in a low profile instead of flying out of the atmosphere was that he could feel that there seemed to be something outside the sky. This feeling was very vague, but quite accurate. It was like you were in an underwater park, looking out through the glass window at the deep sea outside, and saw a huge black shadow swimming past.

You don't know what that is.

I guess I don't want to know what that is.

The same is true of the world now. It is like a bubble floating in the universe. The whales swimming in the universe will not even look at it twice, but if this bubble suddenly begins to glow or dance, then it will be a different matter.

Fang Zheng still remembered that Stefal had warned him how difficult it would be to deal with the gods who had transformed into undead creatures, and he didn't want to encounter these guys.

So Fang Zheng chose to walk.

The wasteland was actually very boring. I walked in the muddy ground, occasionally finding a few villages. But after entering, I found that the people inside were either killed by bandits or the people inside were bandits. All satellites had lost contact, and the pre-war map was basically useless. Fang Zheng followed the key's instructions and encountered a high mountain and two rivers. If he didn't have a physical fitness comparable to Tcl, the detour alone would be enough to make him feel depressed.

In addition, the endless wasteland creatures were also a headache, such as radiated deer, mutant hounds, mud crabs, and death claws. In other worlds, Fang Zheng could solve the problem with his dragon might, but in this damn place, he had to be careful, so Fang Zheng could only use weapons to fight them. What made Fang Zheng depressed was that if the fight was too intense, it might attract bandits and robbers who wanted to take advantage of the situation, or even slave traders...

This reminded Fang Zheng of the time when he was playing Red Dead Redemption. When he killed someone, someone would shout, "Hey, I saw you kill someone!", and you would have to kill him to silence him. But just when you were about to destroy the body, a third person would appear and shout, "Hey, I saw you kill someone", and this would repeat itself - until the entire town was clean killed.

Now he was trapped in this vicious circle. After he killed the mutant animals, there would always be bandits who heard the gunshots and tried to take advantage of the situation. However, after Fang Zheng sent them to see God, there would be bandits and slave traders who followed him because they heard the gunshots and tried to take advantage of the situation. As a result, after Fang Zheng cut these bandits into pieces, another group of crazy mutants would come...

But the good thing is that people's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Now many places in the wasteland have known that there is such a strange wasteland passerby. He holds a big sword and a short gun, and can kill everything alone. From mutants to death claws, from warriors equipped with power armor to the most brutal bandits in the wasteland, no one is his opponent.

So when Fang Zheng walked into a bar in the heavy rain again, no one dared to look at him with contempt or scrutiny. Instead, they turned their heads away as if they had seen a devil walking on earth, and forced themselves to look at the moldy walls or the dirty table in front of them. Fang Zheng walked to the bar and sat down. The bar owner walked over hesitantly and looked at him tremblingly.

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

"A room, clean."

Fang Zheng let go.

"I don't use bottle caps, so...bullets or cigarettes?"

In the wasteland, currency has long lost its value, and Fang Zheng is even more unwilling to stuff those damn bottle caps into his pocket like a rag picker. So he usually pays with bullets or cigarettes. The former can satisfy people's material needs of trying to kill someone, and the latter can satisfy their spiritual needs of falling into a state of emptiness after killing someone.

"cigarette."

The boss answered without hesitation, "Bullets can still be found in the wasteland, but cigarettes are a luxury. If you kill someone on the street, you can get dozens of bullets from them, but you can never get a cigarette. This thing is really out of stock."

"Would you like something to eat? We have grilled lizard and mole meat."

"Need not."

Fang Zheng waved his hand. He had no interest in these junk. He would rather stay in his room and eat instant noodles than eat these mutated things. What's more, these Americans didn't know how to cook at all. They simply killed the mutant creatures and roasted them, then sprinkled a little salt on them or simply put nothing on them. The fishy smell could be smelled from a long distance away.

Can this thing be eaten?

"There, sir, your keys, the best room, the penthouse suite."

The boss who failed in the sales promotion was not discouraged. He reached out and placed a key in front of Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng picked up the key and stood up to leave.

However, at this moment, a woman stood in front of him.