I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Those volunteers who did their duty had no ability to restrain others. They did not have the resources, manpower, and sufficient combat capabilities to move to other parts of the federation.

The Boston area was too hostile for these militias. Their ideals might be considered the light of the wasteland, but they were not capable of doing what they claimed.

While the Quincy Volunteers were still living a miserable life on their own small piece of land, Old Popsicle and the Postman came to their door, wanting to test the quality of the Quincy Volunteers.

After a period of torture and training in the wasteland, Old Popsicle had been rapidly reborn, both mentally and physically. In this familiar yet unfamiliar land, he had many new ideas.

At a time when all parties were in a state of anxiety, Old Popsicle and the Postman used their outstanding fighting skills, knowledge and eloquence to conquer the Quincy Volunteers. This army was the last force willing to respond to the people's call and go to the rescue.

After all, the others either suffered heavy losses in the battle or had given up their volunteer status and turned to do other things.

The arrival of Old Popsicle changed all of this. Although he faced some confusion from the original members and differences in perspective caused by centuries of age, the Postman smoothed things over and avoided any difficult-to-reconcile conflicts between the two sides.

After all, compared to Old Popsicle and the Volunteers, the Postman, wearing a cool Elite Riot Armor power suit, clearly possessed more combat experience and foresight. Her boasts during her time at the Volunteer Base alone had convinced everyone.

Of course, it was mainly due to her tall and strong physique, as well as her insanely fast and accurate shooting. They had witnessed the Postman, using a standard, fully loaded .44 revolver, kill six ghouls within a second at a distance of thirty meters. Every shot was a headshot. Such a feat was rare, but for the Postman, it was as easy as drinking water.

Even Old Popsicle, an elite veteran, had to admit that in terms of combat ability, he couldn't currently compare to the Postman. After all, there was a huge gap in their familiarity with the post-nuclear war environment and their mastery of weapons.

With the postman's combat effectiveness as a guarantee, those volunteers who were reluctant to listen to this outsider, as well as those high-ranking volunteers who were observing cautiously, were finally willing to have a good exchange with Old Popsicle.

So during this period, Old Popsicle used his pre-war knowledge and common sense to guide these people on how to train and what to do to make their community live a better life.

Under Old Popsicle's arrangement and instructions, he repaired many generators that were damaged beyond repair. After gaining electricity, he instructed the volunteers to build things like electric pumps and purifiers.

Although these pumps and purifiers cannot completely filter out the radioactive water, after being built under the guidance of the filter containers built under the guidance of Lao Binggun, the amount of radiation contained in them is already lower than the level that will cause harm to the human body.

With clean water resources, the base of the Quincy Volunteers was able to develop rapidly immediately. At any time, clean water resources are essential for people's survival and development.

After helping people repair the machines, Old Popsicle's popularity soared. Not only did he help build electricity and water resources, he also helped people build automatic turrets and other things with a bunch of random parts, which greatly improved the defense of the volunteer army camp.

Most of the technical and technological strengths possessed by the Gunners are very common technologies for Old Popsicle.

The key to his survival in the Battle of Alaska was that he could find useful parts among a pile of wreckage, and assemble them correctly and quickly, repairing them to a usable state.

This ability to pick up scraps and repair them allowed him to survive in that brutal environment. Often when supplies had not yet arrived, Old Popsicle would use the scraps he had made by hand to hold out for a while longer.

After successfully surviving and becoming a war hero, his technical ability to repair war tools on the battlefield was sealed away by himself. However, his interest in disassembling and repairing machines remained unchanged. After returning to his hometown, he taught himself some mechanical knowledge.

Repairing and modifying common household appliances became a hobby for Lao Binggun after he returned to his hometown. He was able to persevere because hiring a professional repairman was expensive and required advance reservations. Instead of waiting for someone, he decided to try it himself.

Old Popsicle was reluctant to spend money, so he taught himself a lot of knowledge about repairing common machines. Unexpectedly, this knowledge of machines helped him a lot after he woke up.

Seeing how powerful Old Popsicle was, the Quincy volunteers also tried to listen to what he said about combat techniques, training plans, and summarized ideological education.

After Old Popsicle told them a bunch of nonsense, the volunteers were surprised to realize that Old Popsicle seemed to be an all-round talent. He was good at infrastructure, military, and ideology.

Even though he had some issues communicating with the locals due to being unfamiliar with the place, his fellow postman was clearly a seasoned veteran. His excellent eloquence and powerful strength subdued even the troublemakers.

The Quincy Volunteers quietly grew stronger during this delicate moment. Sun Yang, who had been quietly observing Old Popsicle's situation, also sent some mechanical units, disguised as abandoned ones, with their internal information purged, to Old Popsicle as his prestige gradually grew.

To put it simply, some relatively intact thugs, raiders, and two Iron Guards were parked in nearby ruins, waiting for someone with a destiny to search them out.

The Quincy Volunteers quickly found these mechanical units and asked Old Popsicle to see if he could repair them. Old Popsicle quickly found the trick, for no other reason than that he had seen too many of these things during the Alaskan campaign.

Soon, Old Popsicle successfully reprogrammed the friend-or-foe identification function, and after a brief self-test, the mechanical equipment was put into use. Although Old Popsicle found the smooth progress somewhat unbelievable, the volunteers were very happy.

They had been oppressed for a long time, and many like-minded people left the Quincy Volunteers out of despair. But with the arrival of Old Popsicle, the Volunteers reversed their previous decline.

It didn't take long for Old Popsicle and the postman to win the trust of the Quincy Volunteers. Even if people disliked Old Popsicle because he came from a shelter, they would have to acknowledge his abilities because of the things he did.

It wasn't long before the top leaders of the Quincy Volunteers made a decision: they wanted Old Popsicle to lead them as the general of the Volunteers.

After all, Quincy's volunteers were the last group of volunteers who firmly abided by the code and had no major ideological problems. Those who have persisted until now are all people whose spirit and beliefs have been tested.

These people don't care much about their position. They often hold a certain position, but they stay in that position for a long time and have rich operational experience before they continue to lead the troops.

After seeing how omnipotent Old Popsicle was, these senior executives took the initiative to hand over power to Old Popsicle, and these former senior executives went down to the middle level to do ideological work among their own people to prevent anyone from having wild thoughts inside.

The volunteers had the help of a postman, and although things were not done well, they were still successful.

And in Washington, D.C., far southwest of Boston, the Brotherhood of Steel was stunned after receiving the carefully revised intelligence from the humanoids.

Although M4 has concealed a considerable amount of information, this filtered intelligence alone is enough to make the Brotherhood of Steel members blinded.

The first is a mysterious force that can develop powerful teleportation technology. Currently, we only know that the other party is called "Academy".

According to M4's report, when their people approached Shelter No. 111, they were surrounded and attacked by a large number of teleported synths. Fortunately, they still had heavy firepower on the helicopter, so they barely wiped out dozens of synths with laser guns.

This information is enough for the scientific researchers of the Brotherhood of Steel to take seriously.

The Washington Brotherhood owns a considerable number of flying birds and power armors. Although they are old equipment that have not been upgraded, there is no difference between the old equipment and the new equipment when used to attack people.

According to this intelligence, if the battle were to take place head-on on the ground, the Brotherhood of Steel team could easily defeat the academy's synthetic forces.

The miniguns and heavy laser launchers they have are no joke. In Boston, no one can defeat a Brotherhood soldier in power armor without a serious Gauss rifle and bazooka, or enough explosives.

But this teleportation ability is quite troublesome for the Washington Brotherhood. The Washington Brotherhood is quite familiar with teleportation technology, after all, their old rival, the Capital Enclave, also has similar technology.

For the Brotherhood of Steel, blocking teleportation signals was simple. After all, if the Enclave could build teleportation devices, they could certainly block them. Basically, they could simply install an electromagnetic field that interfered with the teleportation frequency, preventing their own forces from being teleported in.

However, when they are out in the wild, the Brotherhood's soldiers have to face the occasional sneak attacks from synthetics. Without knowing how many synthetics the enemy has, they must adjust the size of their combat team's operations based on the available intelligence.

The second group is the Gunslingers. The Brotherhood of Steel is somewhat familiar with them. Compared to the secretive Academy, the Gunslingers, a group of mercenaries active in the Boston area, are quite well-known. They have both good and bad reputations.

As mercenaries, the Gunners have high combat skills and strict military discipline. They will take any order as long as there is a benefit, even stealing Death Claw eggs.

But at the same time, they also secretly work as looters, proficient in murder and arson. Compared with other bad guys, the gunmen only somewhat abide by the spirit of the contract.

Although they looked down on their behavior, the Brotherhood of Steel knew they were quite capable. A force that could establish itself in the Boston area was undoubtedly one that had emerged victorious through brutal combat.

Just from the words of businessmen traveling back and forth between Boston and Washington, the Brotherhood of Steel roughly understood that it was a tightly organized force with professional military training that liked to collect technology.

Although there are some subtle similarities with the Brotherhood, the Washington Brotherhood of Steel ignored these. They realized long ago that compared to some illusory academy and strange synths, the Gunners organization is a real and obvious threat.

At least their patched-up power armor, large numbers of rocket launchers and Fat Man nuclear bombs can severely damage the Brotherhood of Steel, which is not very large in number.

In a sense, the Gunners are a very low-profile Brotherhood of Steel. After all, they don't have much aspirations and are an organization that grew up purely for money.

Joining the Gunslingers wasn't difficult; all you needed was decent combat skills and they would actively invite you in. Even if you didn't want to leave, that was fine. As long as you stayed out of Boston's turf and didn't take orders or steal business, you'd be fine.

Even stealing business is no problem. As long as you kill the hunting team, the gunman organization will think you are a ruthless character. Killing you is not worth the loss, so they will decisively give in.

This is different from the Brotherhood of Steel's recruitment philosophy and combat attitude. However, in terms of combat effectiveness, this money-driven professional mercenary organization can still compete with the Brotherhood of Steel.

But now, this powerful organization was wiped out within a week, with only about one-fifth of its people left alive, and the remaining bases, backbones, and resources were all destroyed.

The elimination of this difficult enemy should have been a good thing, but the Brotherhood of Steel was not happy at all. This also showed that Boston had a group of extremely powerful forces. If this force could beat the Gunners, it could beat the Brotherhood of Steel.

The gunmen were all killed within a week, and this group of reserve expeditionary forces could probably only survive for a month.

The Brotherhood of Steel was no longer so anxious. They sent people over to find out such shocking news, which forced them to think carefully.

Although the Brotherhood considered that the information sent by the postman and M4 was false, their other informants in Boston also received news that the gunman disappeared in a short time.

It wasn't as comprehensive as the M4's, but the message it sent was similar to: "Fierce fighting was heard from the gunman's base in the XX building at X:X:X on X:X:X. The fighting ended at X:X:X." This was followed by a post-battle assessment and an assessment of both sides' firepower.

It is professional, detailed, and of uniform specifications. You can tell it's from an old intelligence unit.

If the Brotherhood had not seen the postman and knew that they only had three helicopters and a dozen or so people including the pilots, they would have suspected that this group had killed all the gunmen.

Although the Brotherhood of Steel didn't know the origins of the group led by the Postman, their level was quite high.

During this time, the Fallout world unexpectedly experienced a brief period of relative peace. Although this peace was only due to fear and dread, it would not be long before the forces of all sizes in the wasteland could no longer hold back and began to stir up trouble again.

The humanoids received a new batch of rested members from Sun Yang. These members were first teleported to the mountains on the west coast, then gradually transferred eastward along the teleportation beacon, spending several days to reunite with the local AR team and the rebellious team.

280 The Fallout World has come to an end, and the Dark Souls World is advancing

The humanoids had gradually discovered all the technological buildings in the Boston area. Setting aside those unnecessarily useful and unethical technological products, they had already done their best to search for materials worth salvaging within the military fortresses.

To be more precise, it was the Fat Man nuclear bomb that needed to be recovered. Sun Yang didn't really need the other equipment; he had plenty of replacements. This was the only one he had to take. The Fat Man nuclear bomb was a significant drain on resources for Griffin Oasis Base to build, so any recovery was valuable.

As for Sun Yang, he was not idle while the humanoids were exploring the entire Boston area.

At the base, Strider used the souls and living materials provided by Sun Yang to research something. Unfortunately, he couldn't solve Rem's mental disorder.

In Strade's words, "That enormous soul is merely attached to this body. Only the most primitive fighting instinct remains within it. Consciousness has vanished with Nadra's death. Honestly, it's only one step away from becoming a pure zombie."

Then, Strider freed Rem and fused Nadra's soul with the massive soul of the Smoke Knight, creating a small ornament. The enchantment attached to it could protect the wearer from all kinds of mental attacks, even significantly weakening the effects of overly powerful magic.

"Don't worry about a curse. I've refined many powerful souls, and this Dark Fallen Nadra isn't that special. I've used this soul's unique properties to transform it into a 'repulsive' one. Magic that arouses emotions, whether it inspires courage or timidity, will have minimal effect."

After wearing this ornament, Rukatiye's mental outlook improved immediately. She was more energetic when walking, working, and fighting. She was no longer the resentful woman who was alone with a man.

After completing Sun Yang's commission, Strider went on a tour of various places in the world on foot. He wanted to see what changes had taken place in the era after the demise of Oraphis, the country where he lived.

"If the whole world were filled with undead zombies and people with unclear minds, I would be back soon. I'll wait for you at Rumi's place after I return from my travels, and I'll talk to the local mages. I can still afford to wait for a year or two."

After leaving these words, Strade left Rumi and headed towards an unknown direction.

Sun Yang and Rukatiye, on the other hand, moved down along the honey-like well.

The large well in the middle of the honey-like lake seems to have a history older than the founding of Dolan Gureg. It is said that many people have thrown things they need to discard into this well.

Sun Yang and Rukatiye hammered many sturdy rock bolts around the well. Then Sun Yang used an all-metal folding ladder and the rock bolts together and moved down little by little.

This process can be said to be extremely arduous. Although Sun Yang had expected that the terrain and the game would be magnified proportionally, he did not expect that the depth would also be magnified proportionally.

Rukatiye had fallen to her death here several times before, so she was sure that there was a bottom floor here - but she couldn't tell the exact distance, because it seemed like she fell for more than ten minutes before she hit the ground.

When Sun Yang reached 300 meters, he couldn't stand it anymore. He called out several construction drones and asked them to build a room of more than ten square meters directly on the deep wall, and extend a platform outward with building materials to provide temporary rest.

They dug holes every once in a while and then continued to build the ladder. Along the way, Sun Yang and Rukatiye also found a saint's cemetery built in ancient times. However, there were no pilgrims or proper coffins inside, only a bunch of rats that had grown up on who knows what.

But the existence of this cemetery also means that a long time ago someone built a huge ancient tomb on the land that is now as sweet as honey to bury people of noble status.

As time went by, this ancient tomb, which was not very deep at the time, was buried deeper and deeper. Someone once built a passage so that people could go down to the cemetery via ladders or elevators. However, with the chaos of war and the changing times, no one knew whether there was a cemetery here anymore.

The honey-like well seems to be connected to the little-known underground world of this land. The deeper you descend, the more cave entrances you can see.

It is obvious that the ancients once dug many passages leading to the underground world along the walls of this well - of course, it is also possible that they dug out an underground world out of thin air.

After climbing the ladder for a whole week, Sun Yang and Rukatie finally found the entrance to the Abandoned Abyss. Rukatie was a little uneasy. She had fallen to her death here many times, and the feeling of being in the air in fear for more than ten minutes was not good.

In order to avoid climbing the ladder for several days again, Rukatiye stepped into the door with extreme caution.

The two of them traveled underground, following a passage built in an unknown era. It wasn't a passage, but after careful examination, it seemed more like a massive building buried in the earth. Someone had simply built a path outside, leading directly inside.

In the even more ancient past, after a certain civilization perished, their buildings were buried in a pile of earth. If they were ordinary buildings, they would have collapsed and been destroyed, but this building is very strong and can still support a space until now.

The moss-covered stone pillars and walls seem to tell of the past thousand years of history, and the accumulated soil and water at the bottom of the building also confirm its long history.

There must have been a powerful civilization that once cut through the mountains and built large-scale structures here. Just throwing away all this earth would have been a lot of work.

After exiting a room in this building, you can see a huge cave.

Arriving at the cave, the air smelled different. The well was well-ventilated, so the air was relatively dry and fresh. But upon entering the excavated cave, the air immediately became very humid, with a whiff of decay and mold.

At the entrance to the cave, a wooden scaffolding, dating back to an unknown time, stood. Rukatiye and Sun Yang agreed not to use it, but to build a ladder and descend. If the depth was too deep, they could simply dig a cave halfway down.

The cave was very dark, so Sun Yang gave Rukatiye several flashlights that they could hang on their bodies to prevent them from accidentally falling during the descent.

Sun Yang was not worried about this. He knew how to control the falling magic. Even if she slipped, he had enough time to cast the spell. However, Rukatiye's intelligence did not seem to allow her to cast this kind of magic.

"Hey, Rukatiye, have you ever thought about working harder to improve your intelligence?" Sun Yang took out a searchlight and a telescope and looked down. Under the light, he could finally see the ground below clearly.

Who the hell built such a tall wooden scaffolding? And what else could possibly be so tall that it still hasn't collapsed? This isn't magic or science. Sun Yang once again directed the drone to dig a hole in the nearby wall to create a platform.

"Are you mocking me?" Rukatiye's face looked unfriendly. After she put on the accessory, her mind became much clearer. If it were in the past, it's hard to say what strange words she would have said.

"Look, enchanting a magic weapon requires ten points of intelligence, while controlling falling requires fifteen points. I think it shouldn't be too difficult if you try hard." Sun Yang set up a new ladder.

"You even quantified intelligence? Sun Yang, I have to tell you, I don't really like this kind of nonsense." Rukatiye responded after a moment's silence. If it were anyone else, she would have already given them a beating.

If it weren't for the remaining memories in her head still affecting her judgment, Rukatiye would probably have started cursing.

"No, you didn't understand what I meant... I meant that I want to jump directly and then use controlled fall to reduce the falling speed." Sun Yang said bluntly.

"Do you... really know the principle of controlling falling? Where did you learn this magic?" Rukatiye was speechless.

"Strider told me. But he might have taught the Age of Gods version, so I don't know how it differs from Dolan Gureg. I actually used it when I destroyed a sinful island to avoid triggering a pedal mechanism. I also used it when I jumped into the sea." Sun Yang simply sat on the ground to rest.

"This spell has a range limit. Its effectiveness varies depending on the person's strength, but it generally only protects you from falling from a height of around 30 meters. Falling above 30 meters will definitely injure you. As for whether you'll die, it depends on the caster's strength. After all, if you fall hard, you could suffer anything from a sprained ankle to a broken neck."

Rukatiye hadn't expected his companion to be so clueless in such a strange place. He was the guy who casually threw a lightning spear and shattered the molten earth incarnation.

"Then I will build a large platform along the wall every 30 meters, and we can jump down." Sun Yang said as he directed the drone to dig.

Although he thought about letting a drone take him down, the problem was that drones that could carry people were quite large and would easily crash in this abandoned cave.

"But I don't know this magic. But for 30 meters, my knees should be fine." Rukatiye tapped her legs. Unfortunately, her legs were wrapped in pants, so Sun Yang couldn't see anything and couldn't tell if Rukatiye's legs were strong and tough.

"Are you kidding? You mean you can jump from a ten-story building without dying on the spot? I know you can rely on your awesome body to do some extreme activities. But you are a bit overestimating yourself." Sun Yang complained.