The gods who travel between the two worlds

Chapter 182
The mountains are bare and desolate.

A group of people looked at the road in the distance with serious eyes.

"This kilometer was built in the old days. At that time, human beings lived pretty well, with food and drink..." The clothes of a group of people are fairly clean, and the leader is a middle-aged man with an older complexion. Looking into the distance, it seems that he thought of something, and couldn't help but fall into the memory.

But listening to these words, several young people who were born in the wasteland era looked at each other in blank dismay. The present they live in just now has hope to solve their hunger, and they have an unrealistic sense of fantasy about everything in the old era. .

Some people even think that these old men are just telling stories. For these young people who were camp warriors in the wasteland era, they have heard too many stories, so naturally they will not believe them.

"Is what you said true?"

"How do we know, you made up these stories to lie to us!"

"Yes, even if there is such a human organization, how could it be possible to end up like this now!"

The young people didn't pay too much attention to what the old man said. After all, they all came from the wasteland era. It's just a full mouth, and I can't understand the emotion of the old man in the team.

Don't think the gap of decades is strange, in fact, this is enough for one or two generations of newcomers to grow up.

But to their surprise, the middle-aged man actually nodded: "You are right."

"what?!"

After hearing this, several young people were stunned.

When did these old people stop being so stubborn, they thought that these old people would always stick to their own ideas.

"Ah...it's a pity, we enjoyed the benefits of that era anyway, and you..." The middle-aged man looked at the young people, seemed to think of something, and said with emotion: "There are many things that you don't believe, but we miss them. In fact, those of us, the old people you speak of, just hope that one day, that glorious era will reappear."

After hearing this, several young people fell silent in a rare way.

Although they have not experienced that period of time, they also know what that period of time means. After all, many relics and ruins still explain everything. If you dig on it, you can stand on the plain.

What kind of power is it to do this.

While talking, suddenly, at the end of the road in the distance, a group of gray-black teams riding on donkeys and horses slowly appeared. Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed, only the middle-aged man before. Yi Su slowly raised the 'telescope' from his chest to observe slowly.

After rubbing, this cold touch made the middle-aged man's mind even hotter. As an official soldier in the old era, he had seen the military equipment of the old era, but compared to the ones he used in his hands, the former army chief The treasures they cherished so much have also become tatters.

This made him even more certain that the Transcendent whom he relied on must be an official member left over from the old era.

Otherwise, such a delicate instrument cannot be explained at all!

"It's the madman from the East Forest community..."

While the middle-aged man was talking, there were people writing and drawing beside him. However, unlike the original characters in this world, the characters written in that person's thin booklet were square characters.

This is also one of the important achievements of the invasion of this world. The basic text transmission technology can make the natives who are loyal to one's own side become the basic maintainers of order.

Moreover, to a certain extent, these words can also be used as a kind of spiritual suggestion. Of course, this is incomprehensible to the aborigines in this world.

"Um……"

The middle-aged man looked at the booklet in his hand, and his face became more serious: "There are quite a few of these people!"

"Forest community, they are crazy, like wild dogs..."

The person who wrote the record turned pale. Obviously, he knew the other party very well. However, after subconsciously touching the sharp weapon at his waist, he finally felt a little more confident.

You know, at this moment, such a sharp weapon is not easy for this wasteland era.

For example, in the current environment, if the two sides encounter each other, relying on the weapons in their hands, they are not very afraid. However, the forest community seems to worship some unknown gods, which makes them have a strange growth rate, then Very difficult to deal with.

Before long, the sky turned dark.

Under the dark night, there is a gloomy atmosphere among the woods.

Occasionally, there were a few birdsong and insect chirping in the sky, but they were quickly drowned out by footsteps from afar.

A group of strange people, under the command of a few 'leaders' who were dressed in rags and held strange scepters, moved forward slowly.

"Strange, this person is not from our area..."

A trace of turbid blood flowed from the corner of the mysterious man's mouth, as if he had been pardoned and retaliated. After a long while, his cold eyes narrowed slightly.

Behind them, the group of soldiers on donkeys and horses bowed their heads consciously and kept a certain distance.

"Not from our area?"

The others were quite surprised when they heard this, but soon they realized that compared to the vast wasteland residents who were no different from savages, they, as priests of gods, actually knew a lot about this world. Many plans of the era have been still used in the mouths of the people.

And this division of regions is just that.

"Then it makes sense, it seems that the remnants of the old era members in other regions are active!" As he spoke, the man's eyes showed a bit of coldness, and the depths of his eyes became even more agitated.

While speaking, the eyes of many priests became fiery.

Especially when they heard the old-age member, the hearts of a group of people beat a lot faster. For them now, it was like a hyena seeing fresh meat.

"People in the old days... are very moist!"

Someone's mouth turned a little cruel.

Compared with the dirty wasteland residents of this era, the people of the old era, who have lived from some underground fortresses to this day, still have quite a few good habits, such as cleanliness and tidiness. For the wasteland of the current era As far as the residents are concerned, they are not afraid to see the gods.

Then, there is the looting.

Even, the moral values ​​of the old era and the wasteland era are different, making the villains of the wasteland era think that those of the old era are often weak and weak.

Priests like these who have been perverted have brought their cruelty and shamelessness to the extreme. It is self-evident what will happen at that time.

Although, so far, this is just their guess, but under the concept of the wasteland era, they hardly think about other possibilities beyond their understanding.

Even, under the impact of fiery ideas, he has already thought about how to please his own gods.

(End of this chapter)