I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Even worse, many creatures in this world were resistant to lasers, so if the power wasn't enough, it would be like scratching an itch. Sun Yang didn't dare show off with his laser gun.

"The people in the Great Mountains were not prepared to deal with so many enemies, so I asked them to pass on whatever they got. It just so happened that they had a bunch of imitation live ammunition weapons on hand, so they sent them all over at once." Sun Yang made up nonsense.

"It feels like an oriental weapon..." Joshua muttered as he touched the gun in his hand.

"It would be strange if there were no Eastern weapons in the Great Mountains. I've seen similar light machine guns at arms dealers, but I didn't buy them at the time because I thought they were too heavy. Your doubts are strange. Okay, let's move on." The postman's words dispelled Joshua's doubts.

"...You're right, I was overthinking it." Joshua thought for a long time but couldn't figure out anything. He could only follow the postman and continue deeper into the Ashton base.

The Postal Team was very familiar with the internal structure of this base. After all, they had just passed a missile base a few hours ago. Their functions were the same, so naturally there were not many major differences. They all had a large launch silo and supporting facilities.

The base was completely silent. Some pits could be seen, but there was no movement inside. Perhaps the diggers had finally realized that these people were not to be trifled with.

After losing hundreds of lives, they were probably frightened out of their wits and never rushed out to cause trouble to the people on the ground again.

As usual, Sun Yang took Ariana everywhere to look for the nuclear bomb to dismantle and recycle, while the postman led the team to find a passage.

Guided by EDE's built-in circuits, the courier barely made his way through the lower levels of the base, which had collapsed significantly due to nuclear bomb implosions, earthquakes, and the digging of diggers.

The Postal Team had to use the full potential of their power suits to forcibly clear the debris, waste and broken concrete blocks piled up below.

After finally clearing out a large pile of debris, the postman finally found the hidden passage. Sun Yang and Aliana reunited with the postman team and broke into the lower level of the hotel.

When the base was designed, a large hotel was intentionally built nearby as a cover, and a secret connecting passage was built between the underground area and the missile base.

Because this hotel was built by the military, the materials used are quite solid, and its basic shape remained intact even after the nuclear bomb explosion.

There were also some diggers here who had no idea what was going on. When they saw the postman and others, they instinctively attacked, but were easily taken away by the postman who had become more and more experienced in combat.

It took the postal team several hours to finally climb out of the damn building along the stairs inside the hotel that had not collapsed.

And when they climbed out of the secret passage of Ashton Base and the Sunlight Tower Hotel, they were not far from Ulysses' location.

219 Simple Insight

If there is any place that can be called the Great Rift Valley, then the scene before us is completely worthy of it.

At first, the postman thought that what she saw on both sides were the walls of the canyon. She was very curious why someone would build buildings into the walls and why she could see so many broken building ruins along the way down.

However, when she stood on the roof of the hotel and carefully observed it in the strong wind, she realized what those cylindrical objects embedded in the mountain wall and still leaking water were. They were the sewer pipes of a city.

"Implosion..." The postman looked at the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon and the broken and shattered ruins below.

The imploding nuclear bomb shattered the ground beneath the building, blowing the not-so-strong building into several pieces and throwing other lighter cars and trucks into the sky.

The earthquake triggered by the nuclear bomb caused even more severe natural damage. The earth was torn apart, creating a crack more than ten kilometers long, several kilometers wide, and hundreds of meters deep.

This terrifying crack swallowed these new civilizations built on the ground, these cities where Ulysses placed his endless dreams, into the depths.

The city and the dream fell to the bottom of the rift valley and were shattered to pieces. Ulysses' heart was also shattered to pieces.

Everything was over, everything was finished. Before it even began, before anything had even begun, before preparations had been made to fight the enemy, the detonated nuclear bomb had destroyed all possibility.

The postman's gaze passed through the great rift valley filled with the city's history and debris. At the limit of her vision, there was a tall tower standing at the end of the great rift valley.

"Ulysses asked us to meet him there? Is that a missile base?" Joshua took out his binoculars and looked over. The tall tower was actually a missile base that had not been affected. The light on top was probably some kind of indicator light.

The fact that it stood there simply proved that the implosion that blew up the entire Great Divide didn't take out this base along with it.

But this also means that there should be nuclear missiles waiting to be launched in that base.

"What does that mean? He's going to detonate the missile there and kill the postman along with it?" Cass really couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

"I don't think Ulysses needs to go through so much trouble. The enemies we encounter along the way are all so powerful that anyone would die on the road." Joshua denied this view.

"My guess is that he wants EDE's authorization, and only our team is capable of delivering it. He definitely doesn't have the ability to protect the robot while advancing, and the robot itself can't reach the missile base intact."

Sun Yang quickly attached a small explosive collar to EDE's radar and booster. EDE tried to shake it off, but Ariana warned against it. EDE had no choice but to obey.

This explosive collar contained Griffin's technology, and it couldn't be disabled simply by signal blocking. In other words, as long as EDE was under Ulysses' control, Sun Yang or Ariana could manually detonate the bomb, paralyzing the EDE's flight module.

"Ulysses can't handle pre-war nuclear bombs, even after further training in the Great Mountains. He needs some support from local machines. That's where the locally produced EDE comes in handy. With this machine, Ulysses will have control over the missile launch base."

Sun Yang looked at EDE next to him with a smile.

This was why Sun Yang was as steady as an old dog from beginning to end. He came here only to dismantle the nuclear warhead, and the location Ulysses designated was one of the few places in the area that could normally launch nuclear missiles.

"Ulysses, I don't know what he's thinking, but I know he's thinking too much, too complicatedly. He's trapped by too many things, and trapped by the current situation, thinking about many things that are beyond his ability to solve."

"He wants to control the nuclear bomb to regain the ability to solve the problem? With just one EDE?" Joshua had no knowledge in this area. It would be better to say that when it came to pre-war knowledge, the few people in front of him were not as useful as an Apocalypse follower.

"Of course I can, because I've been to the Great Mountains. I naturally know what Ulysses wants this EDE for. Why do you think I'm not anxious? I know very well that without EDE, he can only stand in the missile silo, lonely and stubborn, waiting for the mailman to come. Am I right, Ulysses?"

Sun Yang turned around and asked EDE.

Ulysses never gave up monitoring the postman team. He must have known what Sun Yang had just said.

"You have said so many proud words just now. If you run away now, I don't know what qualifications you have to continue living. I suggest you have a good talk, Ulysses. The journey is about to end, for you and us too." Sun Yang said.

"Do you think I'm just a burden who can talk and use some teleportation technology? Ulysses, you don't understand me. This is your misjudgment. Just wait in your temple. We will be there soon." Sun Yang said to EDE.

There was no response, no expression. But Sun Yang knew very well that Ulysses had heard his words.

Aliana, who seemed to be standing there in a daze, suddenly moved. She took a step forward and stood in front of Sun Yang.

Then, a .50 caliber anti-material sniper bullet struck Ariana in front of her. Her shield glowed with a faint blue light, easily deflecting the bullet to the side.

The bullet hit the ground nearby, making a small dent. Then, a belated "bang" of a gunshot echoed through the valley.

"We've already locked onto your location, Ulysses. I've always had your movements under my control. Your sneak attack is as conspicuous as the sun's robbery. It's pointless."

"Ulysses, I bring an answer, a brand new answer. But this answer comes from the postman, not you. Just as you have been observing us, I have been observing the ideas and stories you instill in the postman." Sun Yang sneered at Ulysses' sneak attack.

"I will forgive your sneak attack this time. After all, when people are under such pressure, their brains will become abnormal and it is understandable that they make some wrong judgments. But next time, there will be no chance for communication next time. Ulysses, please give me an answer." Sun Yang still looked confident.

After a few seconds, EDE was indeed connected.

"Your research and understanding of the Great Mountain Range far exceeds my imagination. But your machine, that spherical protective stance, is not from the Great Mountain Range." Ulysses' decadent voice sounded from inside.

"My arrival did not disturb you, the guardian of the old world. You have been waiting in the Great Divide for too long, and you didn't even get the news of my secret activities. If you knew, you would definitely arrange other things, right?" Sun Yang continued to speak to EDE in a high-profile manner.

"I bring new possibilities, Ulysses. The possibility of changing Mojave, and for this possibility, I need your participation. Welcome us." Sun Yang finally said to EDE.

"I will. I will be waiting for you at the high tower at the end." After Ulysses said this, he hung up the phone.

220 The History of Ulysses (Part )

The road ahead is long. It is not easy to climb over this pile of rubble, which is full of the local disaster history.

The heavily armed, crimson-covered ghouls known as the Branded were causing great trouble for the Postman Squad. Rockets, grenade launchers, and anti-material rifles were constantly raining down upon the Postman Squad.

They had to engage in a firefight with the enemy in a room in a collapsed high-rise building a kilometer away, amidst the reinforced concrete ruins on the bottom floor.

This combat environment with a huge height difference made Cass miserable. She had to give up the close-range firefight that she was best at and instead use the MDL grenade launcher provided by Sun Yang to win the prize.

In comparison, the Postman and Joshua, who can still use sniper rifles, are much better and can accurately shoot and kill the enemies on the opposite side.

In addition to the red zombies that were sniping at them in a collapsed building or a pile of debris, there were also zombies that had eaten the invisible boy and rushed out to attack with laser machine guns and long cleavers.

If it weren't for Ariana's excellent detection ability and her timely warning, the Postman Team would sooner or later neglect a ripple in the air due to the long battle and then suffer a lot of fatal firepower.

This also forced Sun Yang and Aliana to stop several times to provide the other members of the postman team with an environment and time to rest.

Even though everyone present was a combat elite and survival expert in the wasteland, the physical body still had its limits. After nearly ten hours of high-intensity combat, even the postman felt extremely tired and exhausted.

As an immortal, Sun Yang could maintain low-intensity actions for days without rest, without compromising his combat and thinking abilities. Even when he could sleep, Sun Yang still tried to go to bed on time.

This is not only because his lazy nature prevails, but more importantly, maintaining his normal life and routine will help delay his transformation into a zombie or the confusion about his identity.

But the postman was already exhausted, so Sun Yang took on the role of sentry alongside Aliana. To be more precise, Aliana was in charge of the alert, while Sun Yang was responsible for deploying the firepower and providing supplies nearby.

The firefights with the Red Corpse's armed men always came in waves, and they didn't have that many men. Late at night, the Postal Squad found a secluded room to rest. Outside were Ariana, who was using an invisibility cloak to remain invisible, and Sun Yang, who was using invisibility magic to remain invisible.

Everyone was exhausted. After finishing the hot meals that Sun Yang had sent from the Griffin cafeteria ("Are you sure this is something the Great Mountains can make?" the postman asked as he ate the hot meal), she leaned against her power suit coat, opened the Pip-Boy, and played Ulysses's recorded diaries scattered throughout the canyon.

Although Ulysses claimed that it was just his own mumbling and nonsense that he had forgotten, things like diaries always reveal a person's past...his history.

The postman plays Ulysses' recordings in chronological order, listening to fragments of his past.

The Great Mountains—there's something hidden there, a crater, beyond the wind and sand—there's too much of a desert to turn back.

Finding the Great Mountain Range was an accident. I was originally trying to track the patterns of weather changes. The sky over the Great Dividing Range was so fragmented, as if it had been torn apart by a strong man. It was definitely not a natural phenomenon, but must be the result of human violence.

That crack in the sky has a source. Tracing it back is like tracing the source of a river.

As usual, I left some paint markings along the way. I hope someone will find them and understand the meaning of the paint and the patterns—perhaps even the postman.

"If I didn't know the relationship between the Enclave and the old America, I wouldn't understand what the pattern meant. Fortunately, I know a lot about this." The postman shrugged as he listened.

Just when I thought the endless sandstorm would never stop, I finally arrived at the Great Mountains.

There, there was an old-world facility, a weather station built on the edge of a cliff. The electricity and generators of that facility still resounded through the sky.

Beep. The postman pressed the pause button and looked at Sun Yang with a puzzled look.

"So, there really is a weather control experiment?" the postman confirmed.

"Yes, the X-17 weather station. I also want to stop it, but that thing has been around for so long, and many things and parts are in a delicate state of balance. Now it's best not to move it. If something is not adjusted correctly, the entire Great Divide will face another disaster." Sun Yang stated the facts.

"Those thoughts with their heads in jars aren't okay either? They obviously made them themselves." The postman still found it outrageous.

"Because of internal fighting, they deleted a lot of things from each other's brains and forgot many technical details. At the same time, they didn't make any backups at all. Postmen, they used their brains directly as databases." Sun Yang was also helpless.

"Shit, so they've built an interface to the thing inside their heads, allowing them to plug a wire into it and sort through the contents, allowing others to input or delete data? That's fucking disgusting. Deleting technical details and not saving a backup is completely irresponsible."

The postman felt sick to her stomach. She shook her head and continued playing the recording.

After that... I could see other, world-wide hells out there. They were all clearly defined, like plots in a garden. I had to see what was there; I couldn't just leave it alone.

Something slumbers within the Great Mountains, awakened by the Brotherhood of Steel—I can no longer remain silent, unable to act like the two-headed bear.

When they awakened, it was as if all of history had awakened. I was almost left there. However, I escaped with answers I had never expected. (End)

"The way he found the mountain range is really amazing. He even thought of tracking the weather to find the source." The postman couldn't help but admire him.

"That's his talent. The tribe's heritage and the legion's training have given him this ability." Joshua commented briefly.

"After that, Elijah collected the necessary technology here, and Ulysses gave a direction. The Circle assassin Christine who was hunting down Elijah also came here at the same time," Sun Yang added the details of what happened in between.

"Christine was unfortunately tricked into an operating room and forced to undergo brain surgery, which resulted in a portion of her brain being removed. It was Ulysses who found an opportunity to rescue Christine and placed her in his hideout for treatment and recuperation, while attempting to search the mountains for the technology he needed."

"I understand. Let's continue listening." The postman changed the tape to the next one.

...back again. Left that mountain range behind. There are still some tapes left, all from the medical center. That woman, Christine...she repaired the tapes. She said it was about to break, and fixing it was a way to repay the kindness of saving her. She didn't want to owe anyone a favor, and I agree.

Actually, just listening to the Brotherhood of Steel talk was enough to pay me back. She wasn't Elijah, and her perspective was different, but the madness was the same. She explained their philosophy, their worldview—the path they'd taken. It was a hollow, dead end... as if technology could solve every problem.

The mountain range is the proof that the road ends. Just like the Great Divide, every road has its own way to the same destination.

At least, in Ulysses's opinion, the Brotherhood of Steel, which extremely worships old military technology, cannot save the world, and their ideas will lead them to decline and destruction.

And the great mountains, the living witness of past history, did not bring him the answers he wanted.

The postman hurriedly inserted the third diary entry.

Have you ever questioned history—wanted to know the causes and consequences? I don't, ever again. It's an ancient story about gods and men, a past that gradually became myth—in which the gods were like children, irritable and volatile.

Those are the voices of the Great Mountain Range, the voices of its think tanks, its intellectual bodies. Those voices represent the past. I can't just quit while I'm ahead and leave. I have something to ask those think tanks, and I must get to the bottom of it.

Their answers were insane, and they possessed strength far greater than mine, equal to a hundred Elijahs... It would take someone stronger than him and me to defeat them in their dome.

When the postman heard this, he looked up at Sun Yang who was standing guard outside. Although he was invisible, the postman always felt that he did not seem to want to answer this question.

Those minds didn't know why they were there, or what had led them to the Great Mountains. They had forgotten even their own names. Information that could trace cause and effect, their names had been forgotten by themselves—like a snake devouring itself, nibbling away its own thoughts bit by bit.

"Doesn't Ulysses know about the civil war between think tanks? The one that still has a conscience, Mobius, has tampered with the other think tanks. Of course, he won't get anything out of asking this. The databases of those think tanks' brains have been deleted." The postman complained.

"Only wrong conclusions can be drawn from wrong information. This guy must have gotten too caught up in it. But he probably didn't expect that the data in the mind could be tampered with." Joshua also commented.

When all was lost, and I thought I was at my wit's end—my anger gave me strength, and I asked one final question.

"Who are you, that you do not know your own history?" Then they awoke... albeit briefly. They spoke thus: The flag you drape, I remember, is America. To them, it was more than a flag... it was a place, an idea worth preserving, a place they once cherished.

They told me what it was like to grow up in that world. They brought progress to that world, they fought for it, they told me about all the things their minds did to protect it... They didn't know that the America of the old world no longer existed. They once cared about their homeland, before they forgot their own history.

As they spoke, I could always see the shadow of the postman behind them, which made every word they said carry a heavy weight for me. History, cast aside...home, left behind.

I listened, and I asked. Was there anything left? Something that still carried the voice of America? And they told me I had been there. I and another, walking directly out of a history that stretched deeper than we knew.

They tell me what lies in the heart of the Great Divide, what can be found there. And the words that awaken it—and the people who speak them. (End)

"History? The history of the Great Divide? Those missile bases that haven't been launched yet? Does the only way to awaken them require EDE? No wonder the boss looks so nonchalant. He already knows the answer Ulysses has found." The postman shook his head. Without his trump card, Ulysses could only wait silently in his temple.