Douluo's Fate Modification System

Seeing Xia Ling take out a carriage casually, and then put a giant third-order mutant dog like a licking dog in front of the carriage, Liu Tao's evaluation of the savior rose to another level in their hearts.

It's too strong, it's too strong!

The four of them, the third-order mutant dogs who might not be able to fight together, are now squatting obediently in front of the carriage like Ala pulling a sled, not daring to fart a single one, it is simply magical.

Under the hard work of the two third-order mutant dogs, the dizzy Liu Tao and the others guided the direction, and the group arrived at the shelter in the afternoon at an astonishingly fast speed.

In the original peaceful era, this place used to be a mountain fortress built for some special reason in some special periods.

The internal facilities are complete, not to mention that there are a lot of living supplies in stock, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the hiding place is secret, which is now in handy.

It's a pity that there are a lot of weapons and ammunition hoarded inside.

Some rules of this earth seem to have changed. Hot weapons are almost completely ineffective. Ability users and combatants can only fight monsters with cold weapons or their own fists.

There was no bloody plot where the gatekeeper dog looked at people low and then slapped people in the face.

In this post-apocalyptic world, where power is paramount, coupled with high-pressure militarized management, it is difficult for people to even eat every day. Who has the thought and energy to do such a thing?

Provoking a mysterious strong man who can be flattered by second-order supernatural powers, even if it is impatient to live.

Under the tough management, people who don't have this kind of vision can't survive this time at all.

What's more, the gatekeepers are all soldiers with high military literacy, and they treat others equally.

Through Liu Tao's upward referral, Xia Ling also successfully met the supreme commander of the sanctuary, who was also an old man over eighty years old.

Even though the old man looks old, he is a real third-order animalization and attribute double ability owner. He is one of the top combat powers in the sanctuary, and he is also a retired veteran general in the old era.

To be a leader in this era, you not only need to have brains, but you also need to be strong in martial arts.

Relying on his prestige in the army and his own strength, this veteran led by example when all the government officials died for the country, and was the first to take the lead in taking the crystal nucleus and the mutant inner alchemy, and successfully awakened the supernatural power.

Integrate the remnants with one person, hold the banner of rescue with one hand, lead the few remaining troops to build this shelter, and resettle hundreds of thousands of people.

The few fourth-tier powerhouses and most of the supernatural beings in the sanctuary are former Chinese army, armed police, etc.

In the early days of the outbreak of the apocalypse, whether it is coordination, physical fitness, combat awareness, or even equipment, the formed troops are much better than the scattered ones.

Xia Ling felt heavy in his heart when he heard that there were only a few hundred thousand people left in the shelter.

The end of the world is worthy of the name of the end of the world.

The prosperous imperial capital in the peaceful era had a permanent population of more than 100 million, but now there are only a few 10 people left, not even a fraction of what it used to be.

Only the tens of 10 people were snatched out of the ruins by the old man with only a few thousand troops of supernatural beings left.

With the dense population of the imperial capital, it is hard to imagine what kind of hell scene it was in the early days of the disaster. Just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle.

Xia Ling, who had nowhere to go for the time being, agreed to the old man's solicitation, and became one of the special army leaders of the Sanctuary's superhuman army.

The so-called special army commander is a military rank that was born after the outbreak of the end of the world.

There will always be lucky people with good luck among the people, and the strong in the army are not only officers with high ranks.

Let them serve, they probably don't have management and command skills, and they haven't been screened in terms of personality and mentality.

But it would be a little overkill for these people to be only small soldiers, so such a special military rank was born.

Does not have any real power, only has some treatment privileges.

Those who are above the fourth rank will be awarded the title of army commander, the third rank will be the deputy army commander, the second rank will be the captain, and the first rank will be the non-commissioned officer.

Originally, there were several third- and fourth-level supernatural beings who sneered at the young-looking Xia Ling, but after he broke through the steel defense of the fortress with a single punch with only physical strength, no one had any objections to it.

Coupled with the two mutant dogs he brought back, the other supernatural beings respected him immediately.

It is not difficult to win or even kill mutant beasts, but it is as difficult as heaven to tame them.

After becoming the head of the legion, Xia Ling has very little to do on a daily basis.

It's just enough to send out some mutant beasts that don't have long eyes occasionally. At the same time, you can also lead a team to the urban area to sweep and obtain the crystal core and inner alchemy for cultivation.

Although the food, crystal cores, inner alchemy, high-quality weapons and other benefits distributed by the fortress are not attractive to him, but at this time he has nothing else to do, so he will do what he can to help the survivors of this world. Do your best.

While cleaning up walking corpses and mutant beasts on a daily basis, he was also thinking about a problem.

In the superpower end of the world, what should ordinary people do.

Do you just want a bowl of porridge to get by, or take a crystal core inner pill and try to change your bicycle into a motorcycle?

Perhaps this is the only bad thing in the last days, and it is also the only good thing.

The supernatural power was born, the class leaped, and he became a master, and then became a superhero.

If you fail to give birth, you will die immediately, and you will die completely. You don't have to struggle in this hellish life anymore.

In the fortress base, there are less than [-] supernatural beings, and ordinary people undoubtedly account for the majority.

Although the base distributes the crystal cores for the awakening of abilities and even some inner alchemy for free, not everyone has the guts to gamble on the 50.00% chance of death.

The lives of these ordinary people are extremely monotonous. They just eat one meal and wait for the next meal, and they live in a muddle every day.

People with supernatural powers are struggling to survive in the ruins of the city every day, while ordinary people are waiting for handouts in the shelters of the base to survive.

If things go on like this, the two classes will inevitably split until ordinary people die.

The supernatural beings are not all saints who are full of unconditional dedication to the people, and dissatisfied people will always account for the majority over time.

I am the one who is obviously strong, so it’s fine if I don’t ask you to serve me. Why do I, a majestic supernatural being, want to be a dog to ordinary people?

Even if the old general can forcibly suppress it, and even lead a group of fearless people to continue to dedicate, how long can they dedicate in this increasingly dangerous world?

As long as there are a few people raising their arms and screaming, tens of thousands of supernatural beings can protect themselves no matter where they go, as long as they don't stop cultivating themselves, as long as they don't take the initiative to seek death.

Ordinary people who were finally abandoned were either starved to death, killed by mutant beasts, or infected by walking corpses.

Xia Ling didn't know that he was not a sociologist, nor was he a qualified ruler. He didn't know how to bridge the gap between the two.

When he was thinking about this issue, he always felt that such a thing should be far away from the people of this world, and it would take at least a few years before it broke out.

But what happened next completely shocked him.

He never thought that such a passive choice would come so suddenly.