I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Martin, how are you feeling today?" The Saint walked up to Martin Sanye and reached out to tap his thigh.

As time goes by, Martin has now reached an exaggerated height of 3.7 meters and has stopped growing. This is a good thing, because if he continues to grow, there will still be no place for him to stand up straight in the shelter.

"Same as before, I don't want to move or think." Martin seemed to be suffering from Alzheimer's disease. It took more than thirty seconds before he answered at a slow speaking speed.

Martin's ability is [Eater Survival], not metalization. His original purpose of eating a lot of metal is just to improve his combat ability as soon as possible.

Therefore, as he maintained this unhealthy eating habit for a long time, Martin's metalization level became higher and higher, especially after the Apocalypse Day. In order to save food, Martin himself further increased the proportion of metal in the diet, which eventually led to The consequences now.

He ate too much metal, became too accustomed to metal, and now his nervous system is gradually becoming metallized.

This is also a side effect that no one expected. However, after communicating with Dr. Wu Qianying from Shelter Zero, she gave a less formal solution. She asked Martin to eat more fiber optics.

Even for a man who can chew metal, eating fiber optics is a chore. In Martin's words, fiber optics taste spicy and are difficult to chew.

More importantly, there is a very small reserve of optical fiber in the shelter. If it were used as rations for Martin, it would probably be used up within a week.

"Big man, this is your portion today, it's time to eat." The saint wanted to laugh every time he brought Martin food. Not everyone had the opportunity to see someone eating optical fiber as noodles.

The saints swear that the chefs who love Martin so much have tried their best to make this special food taste better, but the nature of the ingredients lies there.

Martin still reacted a moment too late before saying: "I'm very fiber optic. I want some titanium alloy."

"If you keep eating that airplane steel, you will turn into a sculpture!" The saint stepped up and slapped Martin hard on the back of the head, making a sound like a monk ringing a morning bell.

Then, under the surveillance of the Saints, Martin, like a puppet, finished his share of today's fiber optics with slow-paced movements.

What Martin ate was not just the optical fiber, but also the expectations and rewards of the entire shelter for him, because only God knows if Martin can return to normal after eating up this fiber, and only God knows that in the days to come, the shelter will need optical fiber. Is there any problem with the device transferring the data?

"There are not many optical fibers in stock, right?" Martin said slowly: "I heard that the shelter in Night City has begun to resume surface activities. I want to go outside and take a look. I am the most suitable candidate."

"We will consider this matter after you return to normal." The Saint did not directly deny Martin's opinion because he also felt that this was the best solution.

Martin's self-respect and Martin's body make him, to a certain extent, the most suitable pathfinder to return to the surface.

As members of Tang Ji's team, the Saints know Tang Ji's power far better than others. Although Tang Ji's flame of hatred will deny supernatural abilities, those external manifestations based on supernatural abilities that already exist, It's an exception.

For example, the now metalized Martin will not suddenly transform from a metal giant into an ordinary person just because he is bathed in a big storm, and the saints will not lose their ability to imitate in a big storm for this reason.

Compared to 'warriors' like them, Tang Ji's power is more inclined to restrict those 'mages'.

"Dr. Wu said that I need to eat a lot of fiber optic materials and need long-term and stable intake." Martin still answered in the slow and half-beat tone that can drive people crazy: "The reserves in the shelter are not enough, I can go there by myself try to find."

"There is an underground hangar outside the shelter. We are organizing manpower to dismantle materials from those abandoned aircraft. Don't worry about it." The saint waved his hand, making sure that Martin had finished today's quota of food, and patted the other party's back. He turned his back and left the room.

In fact, the bit of optical fiber that was disassembled from the underground hangar every day was not even enough to fill the gap between Martin's teeth. But the good news was that there used to be an optical fiber factory in Tucson, a few hundred kilometers away.

The Saints and the former wanderers of the Adecado family have marked a route that looks pretty good based on satellite images, and they plan to venture out to investigate.

The Davis Mengshan Military Base itself is located in the Great Gobi Desert. There are no terrain undulations, otherwise it would not be used as an aircraft cemetery, so the influence of the big storm on this plain is still so extreme.

Even in the weak wind period, the average wind level here is as high as about level 16.

The only vehicle in the entire shelter that may be heavy enough to withstand a big storm is the armored bus that the Saints spent money to modify.

For the safety of the children, the Saints spent a lot of money on external armor plates, reinforced safety cages, replaced high-horsepower engines, and so on.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it would take a month to deliver a heavy-duty vehicle like Beamon, the Saints would have just spent the money to buy a behemoth like Beamon.

But now, at least they still have working cars on hand, and the Adecados are the best mechanics and tuners in the world.

In addition, there is no shortage of relevant materials at the Davis-Monthan Military Base. There are many parts in the underground hangar of Noda that can be disassembled. They have been preparing for this plan for several months.

The armored bus had been remodeled from top to bottom, with reinforced three-layer sealed glass, outer armor that minimized wind resistance, and dustproof and windproof covers for the engine air inlet and outlet. They all considered it.

But the nearly 100 kilometers of unknown road still tests everyone's courage.

But fortunately, Adecados are born adventurers, and Saint, he always has hope for the future, and hope brings him courage.

"Our goal today is just to test the vehicle! Do you understand?" Saint got into the passenger seat and emphasized to Brian, who was responsible for starting.

After all, the driver looked as if he was on drugs. He had not driven a car in thirteen years. As a man from the Wanderer clan, this was a living hell.

"I just said you should let me drive!" A young man named Sol stood behind the driver's seat eagerly, staring at Brian eagerly, his eyes full of desire.

"You know how to drive a shitty car! Shelter boy!" Brian looked at the generation who grew up in shelters, laughed, and turned the key hard: "Today is a good day for racing!"