A Panda's Martial Arts

Charlemagne, who was working, frowned. He didn't like this kind of fuss.

"Don't you know? Our honorable undead, my master, also came from before the catastrophe... Wait, you really don't know, do you?"

"what?"

This sentence made Qianduo Luo choke.

In fact, he has been following that man for decades, and even once claimed to be the most powerful dog under his command——

There is no doubt that this is a position that can only be achieved by extremely trusted people.But why has he never heard of such important news even though he is a confidant?

Why, as a confidant, he has never heard of it, but this kid in his 40s can know it?

Obviously I was the first...

"It seems that the master didn't tell you, but it's okay to think about this kind of thing. After all, he wanted to keep it a secret back then."

Charlemagne thought for a while, but temporarily put down the quill in his hand.

"You also came from that era. At that time, the refuge was only a monastery, and their research methods...you know, they are not research at all.

If the master chose to reveal his identity at that time, the most likely thing would be to be ambushed by the people of the monastery with a tranquilizer gun and then captured and sliced. They can do it. "

"This……"

Gandhara was speechless.

There is one thing to say, indeed.If Qianduoluo felt that the research of the monastery was a bit unpredictable and sacred before, then after seeing the criticism of the panda with his own eyes, he has completely lost any respect for the monastery——

In the Brahman monastery, there are a group of lunatics who only know how to imagine, but these lunatics always want to do something.

Even, if he had any shocking secrets, he wouldn't dare to reveal his identity to these unreliable people.

What's the benefit of being exposed?It's just handing over your secrets. Everyone said thank you verbally, but after your use value is exhausted, who will remember you?

Only by protecting these secrets and turning them into one's own power is it truly safe. If you must do something, you must do it yourself, and you must not borrow the hands of others. Only in this way can you make your life a legend .

Just like his former master, there are a lot of names hanging on his body, so many are scary.

Ah, maybe it should be said that it is the current master.

After all, that crazy undead man has returned with his power.

"That's why the master has always been at odds with the monastery. It's not because of any personal enmity, but because the monastery's stuff is really stupid."

Leaning his head back on the chair, Charlemagne sank his body into the soft cushion.

"Think about it, a group of ignorant savages, looking for scientific research materials from the mobile phones of the civilians in the old days, and planning the future for the shelter according to those fabricated novels and cartoons...

Do you know why there is an "eternal Brahman" in the title of the master?

That is mocking the monastery, saying that those monks who claim to be Brahmins are fake and shoddy fakes.

These idiots who call themselves researchers have never been illuminated by the true light of civilization. It’s fine if they don’t know the truth, but after knowing the truth, who dares to entrust the future of the sanctuary to them? "

"really."

Gandhara nodded.

He didn't know about others, but at least on his side, when he knew that the so-called research of the monastery was only based on the yellow pictures drawn by the ancients before the catastrophe, he had completely lost respect for the monastery.

Originally, as a member of the Sanctuary, Qianduo Luo felt a little bit guilty when he was against the monastery, but now he just wants to blow up those idiots.

That's right, all those idiots in the monastery had to die, and first of all they had to kill the bald donkey who cut off his path to eternal life.

"So, now you understand the master's good intentions?"

Charlemagne sighed.

"This is not selfishness, we are fighting for the future of Sanctuary... You are also a fighter, so let me ask you, what do we have compared to humans and alien races?

They also have the armor we have, and the guns we have, but there are powerful people among those alien races, which we don't have.Facing those mighty men in armor and charging, what can we do to fight them? "

"Uh..." Use your life...

Gandhara certainly knew the answer.

Only desperately, and only desperately, after all, those alien races are too powerful, and the terrifying power is not something humans can contend with.

The human side can only rely on desperate efforts, and only rely on the flash of inspiration at the critical moment, to defeat this terrifying and powerful enemy, and to make the refuge survive the war again and again.

This is why, the refuge must form an undead army.

Only by pulling together a group of fighters who have all drank the elixir, can they say that they have truly reached parity with those alien races in terms of force.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go and do your work."

Charlemagne waved his hand, indicating that Gandhara could go, and then he just lay in the chair by himself, staring at the ceiling blankly.

Gandhara is stupid and easy to deceive, so the set of words just now is enough to deal with it-but Charlemagne can persuade others, but he cannot convince himself.

In fact, when he heard that pandas also came from before the catastrophe, his shock was no worse than that of Qiandara.

It is precisely because he is a smart man that he can taste more things from this information.

A human from before the catastrophe, and a foreign race from before the catastrophe, both appeared in the refuge after the catastrophe, and both of them happened to hold the secret of the elixir...

"Um……"

Charlemagne didn't dare to think about it, sometimes knowing too much might not be a good thing.

Holding the elixir in your hand is the most authentic, ten birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand.

But before that, in order to get the elixir, he had to make a little trouble for the panda.

Chapter Eighteen Flying Misfortune (first update, ask for a monthly ticket)

In the next few days, the panda has been helping the bald youth to decipher.

It is actually a bit inaccurate to say that it is deciphering. This kind of work of finding useful information in the memory of a pile of used mobile phones should be strictly called gold panning in the sea of ​​dung——

It's not that Panda deliberately belittles anything, but that the original owners of these mobile phones have hardly cleaned up the contents of the mobile phones.

Porn pictures, explicit chat records, and even small videos stored in the depths... Pandas don't know how many they have watched these days.

It was like a group of people running naked naked in front of him, the scene was really unsightly.

Of course, the panda still didn't tell the bald young man about these things after all. He felt that he had to maintain a relatively decent image for those "ancients" who had survived before the catastrophe.

He just picked out some useful information, which is enough for the bald youth.

And his words, through the information in these mobile phones, probably made up for the missing time.

At the beginning of the catastrophe, for about ten to 15 years, human society could still maintain normal operation, although major disasters occurred in all parts of the world at the same time, which really caused heavy losses to human society. Miserably, just this is not enough to interrupt the inheritance of human civilization——

It's just that the lives of these human beings are really hard, after all, some major disasters will continue forever.

The term "eternal night" is most often mentioned in those complicated chat records. It seems that after a super-large volcano erupted, the dust covered the sky, and the human beings who lost their light could only use lights to illuminate the darkness— —

The chat records about the fusion reactor began to increase gradually from this time.

Apparently, this would match the long night when he was locked up.

During this period of time, the human beings who lost the sun finally started to climb the technology tree desperately, and kept the last fire for themselves in an extremely fast way, continuing the flame of civilization.

After that there will be no more.

Everything is gone, and there is no information in any mobile phone 15 years after the catastrophe, as if some major change occurred during that time period, and the owners of these mobile phones have never been able to record anything.

Then, these mobile phones lay in the ruins called "remains", buried in the soil by dust, and these creations whose raw materials were taken from the earth finally returned to the embrace of the earth in another way.

Until some expedition dug them out of the ground and brought them to light.

"So how many years after the catastrophe is this now?"

The panda's face darkened, and he felt that he had watched it for nothing for a long time. He still couldn't figure out the most important timeline, and he didn't even know what time he was now.

And there is no relevant record on the refuge side.

This is a very fatal thing.Lived so much that I even forgot the time, which shows that there have been at least a few civilization faults on the side of the refuge that were almost extinct——

Fortunately, these people still have the concept of calculating years and months, but what they calculated is the feudal way. It is convenient for them to use, but it is of no use to pandas.

"Forget it, don't want this."

The panda, who was feeling a little overwhelmed, simply put down the last mobile phone, stretched his waist and walked out of the hut.

Just like exercising the body, polishing the mentality is also a very meticulous project——

Just as overexertion can cause muscle strain, overthinking can take considerable damage to the brain.

The panda in the past didn't notice this, but now, he won't let himself fall into any complicated thinking anymore.

The root cause is that it is essentially like throwing a fist and exerting force. If you only know how to use brute force blindly, then the reaction force brought by this force will eventually hit yourself.

Action force and reaction force, the panda thinks this is very scientific, and is going to share this point with Qianduoluo, who also loves science.

It's just that when he saw Qianduoluo's figure, he saw that the two-meter-tall man was covered in blood, and he almost couldn't be happier.

"what happened?"

The panda was taken aback.

"Is your refuge destroyed by fire? How did it happen?"

"Uh……"

Qianduoluo, who was just about to say something, got stuck. He never thought that the panda's thinking would diverge to such an extent——

And the word "Huo Bing" startled him even more. You must know that he hadn't planned to fight among himself yet, so how could he guess this way?

"No! How can we fight among ourselves! Human beings are united!"

After the guilty Qianduoluo yelled a slogan, he quickly began to change the subject.

"That's what happened……"

After moving the wound that was still throbbing, Qiandara began to describe the reason of the incident.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Qianduoluo, who had been watching the phone all night, just got up from the bed, and was about to go undercover to the panda——

Of course, when he said it to the panda, he must have said "talking about science".Because of his status as the leader of the battle group, Qianduoluo didn't need to walk for a long time to come here like the bitter fighters below. He is eligible to use the few vehicles in the refuge, and he can drive here in an hour. Able to.

Then he was attacked on the road.

"I didn't think too much about it at the time. I was eating self-heating hot pot and singing songs. I didn't wear power armor. How could I have thought... Oops! Don't move over there! My butt hurts!"