Chapter 9 The Second Emperor Fantasy
"Did you see anything else from the prophecy?"
Kano asked.
He took hold of a piece of dry chitin, ignited it with his psychic energy, and threw it toward the fire in front of him.
When he raised his head, he noticed that the angel's brows were frowning slightly, with a thoughtful and solemn expression on his fair face.
"Yes." Hearing Kano's voice, the angel nodded imperceptibly.
"I sensed the arrival of a great evil, like a scarlet meteor, flowing with blood and liquid fire." Sanguinius said.
This time the prophecy was rather vague, obscured by a blood-like thick fog, making it difficult to see the details. But there was no doubt that the disaster and evil contained in it also made her feel frightened.
"That's really bad."
Kano raised his head and looked at Radolon, "It seems that we can only abandon this camp and find another way out."
"Even without the angel's prophecy, this would have been the choice we made."
Radolon said, "Although we won the victory, we also paid a price. Some brothers left us forever. In this desert, the number of purebloods is too few, but the number of aliens is countless. , This is really a terrible thing.”
"The more critical question is where should we go."
O'Kelly spoke.
She was curled up in the shadows like an elegant black cat, her slender and rough fingers playing with a brass bullet.
Radolon and Kano fell silent for a moment.
This desert——
No matter where you run, it's actually the same.
Even if you leave the sphere of influence of the Brass Brotherhood, you will still encounter the Bronze Brotherhood, Silver Brotherhood, Gold Brotherhood, etc., and so on.
Mutants are everywhere. They are like bloodhounds, never giving up hunting pure-blooded people.
"I have an idea."
At this moment, Ms. Eugene, who was responsible for managing logistics, spoke.
Her beauty as a woman has been obscured by the long string of grape-like tumors on her face, but her tenderness as a woman still remains on her tortured face like a core. She said:
"Children, do you still remember the story I told you, the oasis - the oasis in the desert. Lush fruit trees, rivers flowing with milk and honey, and mushrooms that taste as sweet as bread. Where can we go? , I was kidnapped from that oasis..."
"Aunt Eugene, does the oasis really exist?"
This was not the first time Kano heard this story, but it still surprised him to be mentioned on such a serious occasion.
He always thought it was just a fairy tale to inspire people, nothing more. But now judging from Eugene's serious posture, it seems that there is more than that.
Eugene is the oldest man in the tribe.
She is over thirty-five years old. For more than ten years, Eugene has been working diligently as an elder to take care of everyone in the tribe, and is loved by everyone.
When she told these stories again, there was a moving light in her eyes.
Her eyes were very empty, and she murmured to herself, "How could I forget? That is my hometown. No matter how far the bird flies, it will never forget the direction of home."
It seems to be to prove what he said.
She carefully took out a book from her arms, opened it, and took out a dry and yellowed leaf.
"Is it - leaves?"
O'Kelly's voice was filled with surprise.
Kano and Radolon couldn't help but straighten their backs, and Sanguinius's eyes were also attracted by the thing in Eugene's hand.
For many people present, this was the first time in their lives that they had seen greenery. They thought that these beautiful creatures had completely disappeared in the harsh natural environment of Bawei.
"leader!"
O'Kelly looked at Radolon.
Radolon pondered for a moment and then looked towards Eugene, "Are the supplies in the tribe enough to support us for a long-distance migration? We should have sufficient food, vehicles and promethium fuel now. But weapons, water, There are also radiation-proof clothing, etc. These are also top priorities. We must prepare for the worst before executing the plan. "
"Chief," Eugene said, "Except for radiation protection suits, we have sufficient supplies for a great expedition - in fact, as long as we are not too unlucky, radiation protection suits are also sufficient."
"We can't make complete preparations." Radolon gritted his teeth and sighed, "But we don't have time to linger any longer. Tell everyone to prepare the items that may be needed tonight and wait until dawn tomorrow. When the time comes, we will set off immediately!”
Radolon's rough roar spread through the camp.
soon.
A series of cheering voices sounded, setting off waves in the valley where the fire was dancing.
——
A blink of an eye.
Three full days have passed since I left the valley that day.
A convoy of more than a dozen trucks was spreading out, speeding through the endless red desert, kicking up streaks of khaki smoke along the way.
"You drive, I'll go up there and rest for a while."
Cano handed the steering wheel to his companion Clyde, a young and shy boy with short hair.
"Don't worry, just leave it to me."
Clyde made an OK gesture to Kano, then took the steering wheel and sat in the driver's seat.
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Kano leaned his upper body out of the open window, then exerted force with his arms, and his body jumped onto the thick roof of the desert heavy truck like an agile monkey.
He saw the angel on the roof.
The angel was sitting on the thick metal bulletproof plating in a duck sitting manner, with her two white and tender calves spread outward. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her slender waist was straight, and her rich golden long hair spread behind her like a ball of vigorous holy fire, looking lazy and beautiful.
Bang bang!
The angel patted the roof of the car, indicating Kano to sit next to her.
Kano sat down, and a faint and sweet fragrance filled his nose. It is hard to tell what the specific smell is, but it makes people feel inexplicably relaxed.
"What are you doing here?"
Kano noticed that the angel's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something seriously.
Thinking of the incredible predictive ability shown by the other party, Kano suddenly became a little nervous, fearing that danger from nowhere would soon fall on the top of this moving convoy.
"I'm thinking about names."
"Name?" Kano repeated the unexpected answer in surprise.
"I'm giving each car a nice name." The angel's thoughtful voice came along the wind, "For example, the black heavy truck is the Soul of Vengeance, the white off-road vehicle is the Blade Storm, the vehicles on the left and right are the Unyielding Truth and the Eternal Expedition... As for the heavy truck under our buttocks, I'm planning to call it the Second Emperor Fantasy."
"What a domineering name!"
Kano waved his arms excitedly, "We seem to be on a great expedition."
"No!"
The angel smiled, shook his head, stared into Kano's eyes, and said, "At this moment, we are on a great expedition."