Journey to the witch world

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

In the underground shelter No. 72, there is a spacious open space. Wayne is equipped with a source of power to avoid punching. Not far away are more than two dozen scavengers, who were selected as soldiers to practice the knight's breathing method.

Suddenly, a scavenger turned pale.

"Ahem!" He vomited blood, his breathing rhythm became disordered, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, wailing in pain. Wayne quickly walked over, and when he wanted to check, he found that the other party had lost his breath.

All around, other soldiers looked sideways.

"Alas! Another one died."

"How about this?"

"I don't want to die. This is already the fifth time. What does Boss Wayne want to do? Even if he wants to kill us, there is no need to use this method."

"My heart has been hurting more and more recently, and I don't know how long I can last..."

There were whispers from the soldiers all around, but as Wayne stood up, their eyes turned fearful and they continued to practice.

Wayne's face was gloomy, and he turned around and headed to the underground bar.

Going straight to the basement level of the underground bar, Wayne stood on the stairs, looking at Enzo who had a lot of weird equipment in front of him, and hesitantly said, "Enzo, another practitioner has died. This has already happened." It’s the fifth one.”

Enzo, who was busy holding beakers and test tubes, stopped what he was doing after hearing Wayne's words, turned around, his face was very calm, and said, "It's still the same as before, he vomited blood and died while practicing the breathing method." ?"

Wayne nodded with an ugly expression.

Ever since he started training soldiers and practicing the breathing techniques taught by Enzo, people have vomited blood and died one after another in the past few days. Wayne couldn't stand it anymore and didn't understand why Enzo tortured those scavengers.

"Okay, I get it."

Enzo nodded slightly and said, "Let everyone stop practicing first. I will go over and take a look later."

Wayne hesitated, nodded and left.

"Is it true that a body that has been eroded by radiation for a long time cannot withstand the changes in the knight's breathing method?" After Wayne left, Enzo murmured to himself and shook his head: "In this case, we can only follow the path of the Demon Fighting Knight. "

Half a month ago, Enzo gave the breathing method to Wayne.

The original plan was to use the Knight Breathing Technique to cultivate some soldiers among the scavengers, but unexpectedly, the scavengers who practiced the Breathing Technique all developed abnormal conditions in different situations, and the most serious ones even vomited blood and died.

Enzo used the chip to conduct some analysis and finally came to a conclusion.

People in the doomsday wasteland have become very weak due to long-term exposure to radiation. Therefore, most of them are unable to practice the Knight Breathing Technique. Forcibly practicing it will only be counterproductive.

In order to solve this problem, Enzo can only use his own advantages.

That is refining potions. The magic medicine of wizard civilization has experienced three eras of development, so it has long reached a very powerful level. Especially Enzo, who has chips as an assistant, can use local materials to refine potions in any world. New magic potion.

In the past few days, Enzo has been leaving early and coming back late every day.

Search for available materials near the garbage dump, and then refine the magic potion. Currently, several magic potions have been developed that can be used by scavengers. Although there is a certain cost, the advantage is that the effect is extremely significant.

"Okay, let's try it now."

Afterwards, Enzo put away all the successfully refined potions, left the underground studio and came outside, where he found the scavengers resting in an open space.

"Boss Enzo!"

When dozens of reserve soldier scavengers saw Enzo, they all greeted him respectfully, but their eyes could not conceal the traces of fear. It was because Enzo asked them to practice breathing techniques that the five scavengers died.

The remaining scavengers spend every day in fear.

No one knew who would die next, but they didn't dare to disobey Wayne's orders and could only grit their teeth and persevere.

"What's wrong, Enzo?" Next to him, Wayne, who was practicing using the power gauntlet, came over.

"Come here." Enzo pointed to a scavenger.

The opponent was slightly startled, then walked out obediently. Facing Enzo's eyes, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Drink this." Enzo took out a potion.

This is a new potion extracted from the zombie virus. It is mixed with many mutated plants contaminated by radiation. After taking it, the life span of scavengers will be greatly reduced, but the combat effectiveness can be instantly increased to that of scavengers.

"Yes...yes, Boss Enzo."

The white-haired scavenger's face changed slightly, and his eyes were full of bitterness, but he was afraid of the authority of Wayne and his gang, so he could only grit his teeth, take the potion, and drink it in one gulp.

Feeling the strange-tasting liquid flow into his abdomen, severe pain suddenly came.

A pained expression appeared on the white-haired scavenger's face, and then he twitched and fell to the ground. Wayne was about to step forward to help him, but was stopped by Enzo, who looked at the changes in the white-haired scavenger with calm eyes.

"Uh...help me..."

The white-haired scavenger's face was ferocious and painful, his body kept twitching, huddled up like a water monkey, and tremblingly made a plea.

All around, other scavengers were silent.

No one dares to beg for mercy for him. This is the rule of the wasteland. The strong can decide the life and death of the weak. This was true when Mad Dog Johnny was the ruler, and it is the same now with Wayne and his gang.

"Chip, scan." Enzo ordered in his mind.

Using a chip to record the changes in the white-haired scavenger's state after taking the magic potion was also an important experimental data. The poor white-haired scavenger convulsed for a full ten minutes, as if the last bit of his strength had been exhausted before he calmed down.

"Prepare some food and fresh water for him." Enzo ordered.

The scavengers around him immediately brought food and fresh water, and the white-haired scavenger immediately started wolfing down the cooked mutated rat tail.

After eating ten mutated rat tails, the white-haired scavenger recovered.

"How do you feel?" Enzo asked.

Under the scanning function of the chip, the strength and physical attributes of the white-haired scavenger after taking the potion were improved, reaching a level comparable to that of a hunter. Although his face looked a little pale, his breathing was particularly strong.

"It feels weird." The white-haired scavenger looked at his hands.

"Wayne, wear the power gauntlet and try fighting him." At this time, Enzo looked at Wayne next to him.

"Huh? You want me to fight him?" Wayne was stunned.

Wayne, who possesses the Power Gauntlet, is currently the second strongest person in the shelter. He can defeat dozens of scavengers by himself. Therefore, in his opinion, this battle is completely a one-sided beating of the white-haired scavengers.

However, as soon as the two fought, Wayne realized something was wrong.

The speed of the white-haired scavenger seemed to have greatly improved. Wayne was unable to capture the opponent's figure and was punched twice in succession on the chest.

Suddenly, a trace of anger appeared on Wayne's face.

"Ah!" He no longer held back his hand. The power gauntlet on his right arm emitted white steam, then he moved forward and punched out.

The white-haired scavenger crossed his arms to block the punch.

However, he himself was knocked out and hit the ground hard. Wayne's expression changed slightly. He was a little carried away with the battle just now. A single blow from the Source Power Gauntlet was enough to kill an ordinary hunter.

But at this moment, the white-haired hunter stood up.

His arms were shaking slightly, but he was not seriously injured. His face turned pale, but he recovered quickly.

"Okay, that's enough."

The white-haired scavenger wanted to continue attacking, but was stopped by Enzo. The simple confrontation just now had already collected a lot of experimental data, which was enough to prove that the strength and speed of people who took the potion were increased to the hunter level.

"Damn, why is this guy so strong?"

A trace of surprise appeared on Wayne's face, and he said, "Is it because of drinking that thing?"

"Practice breathing techniques is also one of the reasons." Enzo said softly.

Afterwards, he distributed the remaining potions to the soldiers. After seeing the fighting power of the white-haired scavenger, everyone seemed very excited.

"Is this the genetic medicine that only the big shots in the Floating City are qualified to use?" A scavenger looked excited. He once heard his father tell that the reason why there are so many scavengers in the Floating City is because Mastering the genetic potion can allow ordinary people to evolve into hunters.

"Enzo, give me one too." Next to him, Wayne's eyes were also fiery.

Although he already has the Source Power Gauntlet, it is still very difficult to use this mechanical equipment. In most cases, his arm will feel sore within a few minutes. This is mainly due to lack of strength.

And if genetic medicine is used, Wayne's physique will be improved.

This source of power gauntlet can also be used more easily. Wayne is even thinking about whether he can control the mecha after becoming a hunter.

"Next time, there will be opportunities in the future." Enzo refused.

The potion developed using zombie virus as the main material has strong side effects, so Wayne should not be used. Enzo plans to develop a more advanced potion and change the physique of Wayne and his gang. .

Soon, more than twenty scavengers had taken the magic potion.

Three of them failed to withstand the effect of the potion and died as a result. The others had no reaction to it. The genetic potion can make people become hunters, but there is definitely a certain probability. There is nothing wrong with this.

"After using the potion, start repairing." Enzo ordered.

Although the soldiers' physiques have been changed by the magic potion, they are still essentially human beings. Only by strengthening the practice of knight's breathing method can they eventually become great knights or even extraordinary knights.

…

Time passed day by day.

The water source in underground shelter 72 is getting less and less, but under Enzo's potion, the number of soldiers is increasing. Under the command of Wayne, they began to form teams to search for mechanical materials in the garbage dump.

Because it has enough soldiers, it makes the surrounding shelters feel fearful.

No one knows how Underground Vault 72 obtained so many genetically modified drugs, but they all know that Underground Vault 72 is becoming more and more powerful.

On this day, underground shelter 65.

In a dark underground space, in a tent made of canvas, three figures were sitting around a low table. One of them was bald and holding an iron box tightly in his left hand. The other one looked ugly but had a musket on his shoulder.

The last one was a two-headed man, but one of the heads was rotten and emitted a foul smell. His shoulder seemed to have been mechanically modified, revealing a dark metal barrel.

These three people are the bosses of underground shelters 65, 66, and 67 respectively.

"You must have heard about the underground shelter No. 72, right?"

At the low table, the bald man spoke first and said in a solemn tone, "That Wayne got a mechanical gauntlet from somewhere and led more than thirty scavengers under his command, rampaging around the garbage dump."

"Humph! Just a lucky little guy."

The ugly man sneered and said disdainfully, "Mad Dog Johnny is really ridiculous. He was killed by a group of little bastards. I originally thought this guy was some kind of ruthless person, but he died like this."

"Don't underestimate Underground Vault 72."

At this time, the two-headed man suddenly spoke and said hoarsely: "According to the information I know, there seems to be something wrong with the situation over there. My men even saw a mecha taking refuge in No. 72 underground a month ago." Place."

"Mecha? Are you kidding me?"

The ugly man shook his head and said, "How could the big shots in the Floating City come to the Wasteland Continent, let alone enter the underground shelter? They have always regarded us as ants and cockroaches."

"That's why I said something is not right about Underground Vault 72."

The two-headed man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "My men will not lie to me. Something must have happened in underground shelter 72. Although Mad Dog Johnny is crazy, he has never been weak and cannot be killed easily." right."

"Furthermore, I heard that the boss of underground shelter 72 got a batch of genetic medicine from unknown sources and cultivated a large number of hunters under his command!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The bald man shook his head and said, "Things like genetic potions are precious materials even in the floating city. If you want to inject them, you need to go through layers of selection. It's just that Shelter 72 was really lucky and got a batch." How could genetic medicine be freely used by the people under my command?"

"Anyway, please pay attention during this time."

The two-headed man looked gloomy and said, "I always feel like something is going to happen. No one wants what happened to Clark to happen again. The garbage dump is a resource point shared by our thirteen shelters. No one can monopolize it." .”

"On this point, we all disagree."

The bald man nodded and sneered, "If anyone wants to become the emperor of the garbage dump like Clark, then everyone will oppose it. I don't believe that the little bastard in underground shelter 72 dares to fight with twelve people at the same time." A refuge as an enemy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent roar suddenly came from outside.