Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

Leng San looked at the cloaked figure in front of him and his heart trembled slightly, because the cloak of this person was clearly printed with the symbol of the Church of Light - a golden sun.

The cloaked figure held a cross in his left hand and made the sign of the cross with his right, muttering incoherently, "The devil ravages the world with darkness, while angels bring light to save humanity. The long night will eventually pass, and bright light will soon arrive. My friend, in these last days, you need the Lord's guidance. Join the Church of Light, escape the cycle of suffering, and enter the gates of eternal life. Hallelujah!"

It is clear that this is a missionary of the Church of Light, not the Punisher who chased down the woman in black and Dawn.

However, Leng San remained highly vigilant. Holding Chenxi's little hand, he quietly bypassed the missionary, secretly preparing to strike.

Fortunately, the missionary did not continue to pester them, but instead said the same thing to Zhou Chen and the fat man behind him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'm not interested. I can't even get enough nutrients, how could I have extra contribution points to offer to this so-called master?" Zhou Chen curled his lip and avoided the missionary as if he were a plague god.

The fat man muttered, "All that steaming and boiling stuff is bullshit. I only believe in my own fists. I don't know what the Alliance was thinking, letting people from the Church of Light into the Sanctuary to preach."

Bi Lang calmly said, "This is normal. The five major forces in the wasteland have always fought but never broken each other. As long as they don't break each other's rules on each other's turf, they never interfere with each other. Otherwise, the contribution point trading system that is universal across the entire Blue Star would not have been established."

After Leng San and the others had walked away, the missionary from the Church of Light turned around and looked at Chen Xi's back with deep eyes. Today, Chen Xi was wearing a denim shirt and a mask.

At that moment, another missionary approached, also wearing a cloak, but the style was slightly different, suggesting she was a lower-ranking ordinary member of the clergy. She respectfully whispered, "Deacon, have you discovered something?"

The deacon frowned and said, "The little girl's aura was very clean, like that of Number Seven who went missing about a year ago."

The follower asked in surprise, "Is it Number Seven, who was taken away by the Fourth Elder?"

The deacon nodded and said, "If it really is number seven, it's not something we can handle. We have to report it to the bishop of the Xia Kingdom region."

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Zhou Chen and Fatty were quite disappointed at not winning the lottery this time, so they went back to their lodgings to continue watching food videos, while Ye Wenrou went to Leng San's room to learn how to play chess.

Since they weren't leaving for C-361 camp until early tomorrow morning anyway, and had nothing better to do, Leng San passed on all the chess scores of "The Eighteen Endgames of the Rotten Chessboard" to Ye Wenrou, letting her slowly ponder and comprehend them.

Early the next morning, the group left Shelter A-08 and sped towards Shenzhen. Chenxi still insisted on sitting on the fuel tank cap of the Jialing motorcycle. However, this time Leng San did not lead the way but followed behind the off-road vehicle.

Ye Wenrou sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, with Fatty driving. Ye Wenrou turned on the Bluetooth speaker and started playing the English song "Three Little Birds." The familiar melody began: "Don't worry..."

The fat man and the others were clearly very familiar with this song, and they hummed along softly.

Due to years of disrepair, the highway from Yangcheng to Shenshi has become full of potholes, making the ride bumpy. Occasionally, you'll encounter a few corpses lying in the middle of the road, mostly zombies that have been killed.

The fat guy was a seasoned driver, driving with ease, humming a tune while thinking about the food videos he'd watched the night before.

Just then, the SUV was about to enter a tunnel, about a hundred meters from the dark entrance. The fat man expertly turned on his headlights, but Leng San behind him suddenly honked his motorcycle horn—beep beep!

The fat man paused for a moment and subconsciously slowed down. Just then, a dazzling flame suddenly lit up in the dark tunnel entrance, and a shower of fire poured towards the off-road vehicle.

Ye Wenrou's expression changed drastically, and she shouted, "Everyone, be careful!"

The fat man swerved the steering wheel sharply, crashing violently into the highway guardrail beside him, and the vehicle overturned instantly.

At the same time, a robot more than three meters tall emerged from the dark tunnel, carrying a Gatling gun on its mechanical arm. The barrel was spinning at high speed, spraying fire like a storm, raining bullets down on the overturned SUV.

In just a few seconds, the SUV was riddled with holes and exploded violently—BOOM!

Fortunately, Bi Lang and his men were extremely experienced in combat. Almost as soon as the off-road vehicle overturned, they kicked open the car door and jumped out. The fat man even broke off a car door to use as a shield.

ratt ratt ratt...

The Gatling gun in the robot's hand was still firing wildly, and spent cartridges clattered all over the ground. Bi Lang and the others were pinned to the ground, unable to lift their heads.

Ye Wenrou was both shocked and suspicious. She had been sitting in the passenger seat when the fat man swerved to the left, crashing into the guardrail. The passenger window was shattered by a hail of bullets. Ye Wenrou had expected to be shot several times, but to her surprise, the jade bracelet on her wrist suddenly glowed green, and she was completely unharmed. In astonishment, she quickly escaped from the car.

However, Ye Wenrou had no time to check the reason at this moment, because the robot was already shooting and striding towards them, the booming sound of its mechanical footsteps was extremely oppressive.

At this moment, Leng San had already rushed up on his motorcycle. The robot immediately turned the Gatling gun and started firing wildly at Leng San. The latter calmly swerved and quickly approached the robot. Dense bullets chased after the motorcycle, causing sparks to fly everywhere on the ground.

Ye Wenrou's heart nearly jumped into her throat, because Chenxi was still sitting on the gas tank in front of the motorcycle. If she were hit, she would be smashed into a mangled mess in an instant.

Thump thump thump, bang bang bang...

While the robot's firepower was drawn to Leng San, Bi Lang and the others began to retaliate, focusing their fire on the robot. However, the big guy was very tough and resilient, and ordinary light weapons were no match for it, almost like tickling it.

However, Bi Lang and the others' counterattack also caused some disruption to the robot. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leng San rushed to the robot's vicinity, and with a fierce slash of his machete, he struck at the robot's arm with lightning speed.

Hiding in the darkness of the tunnel, Luo Laoliu couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer. This kid's driving skills are not bad, but he's overestimating himself. His own fighting robot has its arms as the hardest part of its body. They are made of tungsten steel and are as strong as the grab bucket of an excavator or the fork arm of a forklift. He thinks he can cut them off with a broken knife?

—Click!

With the infusion of full spiritual power, the robot's arm was severed, and the Gatling gun crashed to the ground along with it.

"No! My old friend!" Luo Laoliu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and then he let out a wail.

At this moment, Leng San drove the motorcycle with one hand, circling around the robot. He swung the machete again, and with another crack, one of the robot's legs was also cut off. The nearly three-meter-tall robot body crashed to the ground.

It seems there's a problem with the circuitry. After the robot fell to the ground, it kept shaking, and its voice system repeatedly said, "Hello everyone, I'm Tarzan, the fighting robot. Don't mess with me, or I'll punch you until you shit your pants... Don't mess with me, or I'll punch you until you shit your pants!"

With a swift movement, Leng San chopped off the robot's head, causing it to emit a cloud of black smoke and abruptly stop its annoying noise.

Wearing a mind-control helmet, Luo Laoliu rushed out of the tunnel and punched Leng San with the speed of a bullet.

Leng San lifted Chen Xi up and threw her out, using a clever technique. The latter landed steadily five or six meters away.

—Bang!

With a loud bang, Leng San blocked Luo Laoliu's domineering punch with his sword, but the sword was also shattered in response, and Leng San himself was also sent flying several meters away by the shock.

The strength of a Level 3 genetically enhanced warrior is no joke; their power and speed are both astonishing.

"Huh!" Luo Laoliu exclaimed softly, looking at Leng San who remained standing, and blurted out, "You're also a level three gene-enhanced warrior? No, your physique is wrong!"

Luo Laoliu thought he could kill Leng San with one punch, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so hardcore. No wonder he was able to defeat his fighting robot Taishan.

At this moment, Bi Lang and the others had already surrounded them, and Ye Wenrou quickly carried Chenxi to a safe area.

"Luo Laoliu, our Canglang Squad has never interfered with your business. Why did you ambush us here?" Bi Lang questioned sharply.

"If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems!" Luo Laoliu chuckled. Although the young man in front of him was very strong and there were many of them, he was not afraid at all.

Bi Lang's face darkened. "Did that bastard Zhang Ligang send you to kill me?"

Luo Laoliu chuckled and said, "Telling you won't hurt, it'll just be a matter of knowing the truth. I'm a level three, and even all of you combined are no match for me."

After Luo Laoliu finished speaking, he roared, unleashing the full power of a level-three gene-enhanced warrior, a powerful sense of oppression washing over them. Bi Lang, Zhou Chen, and the others couldn't help but change their expressions drastically.

Leng San didn't dare to be careless either. His current overall strength was only around level three, so it wouldn't be easy for him to defeat Luo Laoliu. Therefore, he shouted in a deep voice, "Master Bi, you all retreat quickly. His speed is too fast, and you can't withstand it."

Bi Lang and the fat man hurriedly retreated. Zhou Chen, probably not believing in bad luck, fired a few shots at Luo Laoliu, but as soon as he made a firing motion, Luo Laoliu dodged and all his bullets were fired.

With the enhanced reaction speed of the third-level gene, Zhou Chen's ability to shoot Luo Laoliu at close range was far superior to that of the second-level gene. It was basically a pipe dream for Zhou Chen.

"You're asking for death!" Luo Laoliu lunged at Zhou Chen, but a flash of green light appeared beneath his feet, and two green vines sprouted out of thin air, silently binding his feet.

Luo Laoliu was stunned for a moment. Before he could figure out what was going on, Leng San had already pounced on him and threw a punch straight at his chest. He hurriedly put his fists together in a cross shape to block.

—Bang!

Leng San's punch sent Luo Laoliu flying, even deforming the highway guardrail.