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Record of Death of God
Chapter 7: The Evolutionary

Chapter 7: The Evolutionary

It was as if a brief moment had passed, and as if a thousand years had passed.

Mr. Cloud Eagle slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the wilderness, panicked, sat up and looked left and right, the wreckage of the walls, desert ruins, the sky was already bright.

Is it all a dream?

The chest wound is gone.

The shoulder wound is gone.

Even the internal injuries caused by being kicked by a sweeper didn't hurt anymore.

It couldn't all be a dream!

Cloud Eagle felt something in his hand and when he looked down, his pupils shrunk slightly, wasn't this the gemstone he found in the sweeper's lair?

The gem was no longer glowing, and had not even become the slightest bit glossy, only that on the originally smooth surface, many thin threads of blood suddenly appeared, as if it was his own blood that had been sucked in and left on it.

The entire gemstone looked much more mediocre.

If we just look at the appearance, it was just an ordinary black stone with a lot of dark red filaments twisted around the surface, other than that there was no merit.

"Awake?" Fatty came over, sitting next to cloud eagle, cloud eagle hurriedly put the stone in his hand to hold tightly hidden, he was a little afraid to look at the fat man in front of him, this guy is always smiling like, in fact, in the sinister incomparable, fat man does not care about the eyes, casually threw a piece of bread over: "Eat something first."

Cloud Eagle hesitated for several seconds, because he was really too hungry, he took the bread and nibbled it.

Although the bread was dry and hard like wood shavings, it was extremely delicious to Yun Ying.

The mercenaries dragged out a mutant corpse into a rainproof bag.

Fatty lit a cigarette next to him and sat down, "Originally, I was just lying to you, but now that I've changed my mind, I can take you to the camp."

This fatty would suddenly become so kind?

Cloud Eagle watched him send dozens of scavengers like trash to their deaths ah!

"You probably don't know that you're already an evolved person." Fatty didn't wait for Yun Ying to ask, he took the main initiative and said, "Don't ask me what an evolver is, because Laozi doesn't know, anyway, it's a new human whose body appears specially strengthened, a lot more powerful than an ordinary person, I'm an evolver, Mad Dog is an evolver, and every mercenary here is an evolver, and now you're one too."

Cloud Eagle's heart flooded with excitement.

Did it mean that it was also possible to become as powerful to this white fat man, or black strong man.

The fat man spat a mouthful of smoke and added: "But then, I advise you not to hold too much hope, the evolver type is divided into many kinds, there are strength type, agility type, control type, perception type, brain type ...... and you, you're just a recovering type of evolver."

Cloud Eagle was at a loss, "Recovery type?"

"Mad Dog is a strength type evolver, so he is able to easily break people's bones like breaking chopsticks, and the strength type is suitable for becoming a melee warrior.

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I, on the other hand, am the control type, able to easily use every muscle in my body to make the most precise movements, so I am able to easily knock your balls off with my hands from a hundred meters away, and any complex tools and weapons can be manipulated with ease in my hands. Haha."

"What about me?"

Cloud Eagle asked somewhat eagerly.

"You?" Fatty hemmed and hawed, "It's just a faster recovery, what's the point of recovering any faster, one shot to the head and you'll still hang up just the same? So the recovery type is the most useless of all the evolution types, you can't be expected to block the mutant beast attack for us, right?"

The most useless evolution type? This made Cloud Eagle a little frustrated.

"Hey!" Fatty slapped a hard slap, "You don't need to be discouraged, there is not one in a hundred evolvers, you are already lucky enough. Although the recovery type is useless, but your physical energy recovers faster than ordinary people, so working is still possible, don't worry, follow me!"

A rumble similar to thunder rang out from the direction of the wilderness.

The sound was initially small but rapidly amplified in a very short period of time, as if something was sprinting at a very high speed in the wilderness, thus producing a strong and incomparable air-breaking sound.

"Shit! It's finally here!" Fatty threw away his cigarette and immediately stood up, pressing his hands on the handle of the gun at his waist and shouting at the others, "Be smart!"

The resting mercenaries jumped up one by one, and Mad Dog also drew out two snowy machetes and held them in his hands.

Cloud Eagle does not understand why the mercenaries will be like this, that the wilderness thunderous breaking sound is already very close, when following the direction of the sound to look over, he suddenly opened a pair of eyes, as if to see the most incredible picture in his life, almost did not stare out of the eyeballs.

In the night, a small black dot appeared as if it came from the distant heavens, it slowly moved across the sky and became bigger and bigger.

It was clearly a hundred meter long meter floating airship!

The huge airbag of the pontoon boat had a few patches, the metal components were rusty, there were traces of patchwork everywhere, and some places had even warped, as if it would break at any time, but overall it was still very complete.

Those rows of outer wall copper pipes are neatly organized, the aft mechanical compartment is constantly spewing large clouds of steam, four sets of propellers rotate frantically to maintain smooth progress, and the two sides of the hull have a black gun barrels sticking out, which gives people a kind of shocking intimidation.

This huge thing in the eyes of the cloud eagle is like a myth.

The pontoon boat slowly decelerated and descended, and finally stopped in front of the mercenary campfire camp, a strong and cold wind mixed with debris came to the surface, and half of the campfire on the ground was blown out.

Cloud Eagle could hardly open his eyes.

Clang!

When the rusty hatch was pushed open.

A black silhouette stepped out amidst the roiling sand.

The man was tall and lanky, wrapped in a black leather suit that didn't expose half an inch of him to the air, he wore a long-billed bird-like black breathing mask with coils and leather tubes attached around it, and the sound of ragged breathing could be faintly heard from inside, in addition to white vapor spitting out of the spout, he looked at first glance like a long-mouthed monster-like creature.

Mad Dog showed extreme caution and wariness.

The fat man's hands didn't leave the handle of the gun despite his usual expression as he strutted up to the man in black, "The prey you want has been found, where's what we want?"

The man in black didn't even look at the fat man, he just made a hand gesture casually, several white-clothed men came out of the armored car again, they were wearing tight clothes, they were rushing out with toolboxes, they walked to the corpse on the ground, pulled open the rainproof bag to check a few eyes, one of them said, "No problem!"

The black-clothed man threw a box at Fatty's feet.

A rookie goes over and picks up the box, and when the box is opened up, several firearms are neatly placed inside, a large amount of ammo, and several injections of different colors.

Fatty let out a sigh of relief, "Happy cooperation!"

"Wait!" The man in black opened his mouth to speak for the first time, his low voice was like a beast that extremely suppressed itself, and when it was transmitted through the breathing mask, it gave people a sense of eccentricity, "Have you guys found anything strange? Like a particular stone."

Cloud Eagle's entire heart plummeted!

Fatty frowned, "There are rocks everywhere here, but I haven't seen anything special!"

"There really isn't?"

The man in black slowly raised his head.

Even through the strange mask, the mercenaries could still feel a pair of sword-like sharp gazes forcing their way over, which caused the mercenaries to nervously take a few sharp steps back.

The fat man was somewhat annoyed, "What do you mean!"

"Nothing." The man in black retracted his gaze and said slowly, "This stone is useless to you, if you can find it in the future, I'll pay a hundred times the commission!"

The mercenaries all sucked in a breath of cold air.

What? A hundred times the commission!

This mission exchanged for something enough for a year's income of the mercenary group, if this amount was multiplied by a hundred, what concept would that be? Damn, what the hell is that rock!

After the bodies of the sweepers were carried onto the hovercraft.

The four sets of propellers once again lifted up the surrounding dust, this huge guy slowly rose up, the metal copper pipe rumbled again, as if a lung disease patient was desperately coughing, and eventually spit out several large streams of air, the acceleration it began, and eventually disappeared from view.

Fatty carried the box with a satisfied expression, he walked to the side of the dumbfounded Yun Ying, and slapped Yun Ying hard: "Silly, right? That thing is a high-class item!"

Yun Ying tightly gripped the stone in his hand, he tried to make become normal, but his voice was still difficult to suppress the trembling, "What are they ...... they are?"

"Mysterious guys, who knows? Anyway, one of the real masters of the wilderness!" The fat man obviously did not know the other party's specific origin, "Anyway, with a small character like you, I'm afraid that you will never have the opportunity to contact them in your life! It's best not to come into contact either, these guys kill people without blinking an eye, we're no different from ants in front of them!"

These powerful mercenaries can only be looked up to?

Cloud Eagle does not know what kind of encounter he obtained, the mysterious stone is lying quietly in the heart of the hand, flesh and blood feel as if it is like a part of the body.

Fatty shouted loudly, "Close the team, close the team, we go back!"

The mercenaries all shouted strangely and sat on the seven assembled assembled vehicles, these rough monsters roared and set off, rushing towards the rugged wilderness earth, and were speeding away in a certain direction.