Necromancer Doomsday Walk

3 Salvation Society

Tang Fan got in the car. He had no specific destination, but if he could find a relatively safe place where he could absorb the energy of the magic stone fragments wholeheartedly, that would be enough.

In addition, he had not seen a living person for a long time and felt a little lonely. Suddenly seeing so many people at once made him feel nostalgic.

This feeling of being among the crowd and feeling the aura that is unique to humans made Tang Fan feel peaceful from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know why, but as his level increased, Tang Fan had the idea that he would be further away from the crowd. This was a hunch, and it was often very accurate.

But now, he has not yet realized this. Maybe it is his last nostalgia.

The two cars started up again and headed forward, towards a place unknown to Tang Fan.

Tang Fan was in a bus. This bus had been modified, reinforced and thickened like a small mobile fortress. It was extremely protective and very stable. Even when driving on a bumpy road, it only swayed slightly.

Like a baby's cradle rocking gently.

There were many people inside the bus. When Tang Fan got on the bus, they all stared at Tang Fan. Some of their gazes were calm and some were numb, which made people feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

Although he was considered an ordinary person, he was actually not comparable to ordinary people. Tang Fan looked calm and took in all the faces and expressions of the people on the bus with one glance.

Almost all of them are ordinary people, men and women, old and young.

Some were described as haggard, as if they had not eaten or slept for many days and were suffering both mentally and physically; some looked sad, as if all their relatives and friends had left after suffering; some looked numb, as if they had experienced ups and downs of sorrow.

Losing hope of living for the world and myself...

In short, except for the four level 1 magic warriors, the other twenty or so were ordinary people, and none of them smiled, except Tang Fan.

The space inside the bus is wide and can accommodate at least forty or fifty people. Therefore, it seems very loose. Tang Fan randomly chose a seat, untied the sword wrapped in layers of black cloth on his back, and sat down. The softness of the sofa immediately made him feel

I felt comfortable for a while, which was much better than sitting on the cold, dry stone.

The driver is a level 1 magic warrior with a particularly fast talent. Perhaps this talent can allow him to react faster and avoid car accidents.

There are three other magic warriors, one sitting in front and two sitting in the back.

"Boy, what's your name?" A male magic warrior in his twenties said politely to Tang Fan, with a kind of arrogance in his tone, as if the strong was questioning the weak.

Tang Fan couldn't help but feel funny. This man looked to be only twenty-three or four years old, younger than himself. He actually called him a kid when he opened his mouth. He was just a level 1 magic warrior.

"Tang." Tang Fan smiled lightly and said, "What are your identities?"

"We are from the Salvation Society." The arrogant young man puffed up his chest and said, and immediately reacted with a somewhat vicious look: "Boy, just answer whatever I ask, and don't change the subject, otherwise, get out of the car.

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As he said that, the young man strode towards Tang Fan, looking like a veteran trying to teach the new recruits some rules. Not only did the other magic warriors not stop, but they showed a look of interest.

This world is like this. Some people who truly have strength are arrogant in their bones and never show it easily on the surface. And some people who have only gained a little strength always think that they are masters. How amazing.

, whether they are talking or doing things, they must make a noise, for fear that others will not know that they are masters.

Just like the magic warriors on this bus, they are only level 1. Even Tang Fan could kill them before, let alone now.

Faced with this young man's aggressiveness, Tang Fan did not get angry, because this feeling was like a fly shouting to a goshawk: I can fly faster, higher and further than you!

"So, what do you want to know?" Tang Fan asked funnyly.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing your name." The young man said first, and stopped next to Tang Fan. His eyes made a sharp and menacing look, scanning around, and finally settled on the black figure on the side.

On the cloth: "Boy, what is that, show it to me."

His tone was bossy, like a boss speaking to a younger brother.

"That's not something you can touch." Tang Fan said in a very calm tone.

"What did you say!"

As if he had been greatly insulted, the young man's face changed, and he immediately became furious, looking vicious.

"Boy, do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like this? Believe it or not, I will throw you out of the car. I think those damn mutated creatures will welcome your flesh and blood."

As he spoke, he smiled ferociously.

"Boy, remember, without our protection, people like you will eventually turn into monster excrement, so don't be arrogant in front of me. Now, give me that black thing."

The more I talked, the more addicted I became, and eventually I became a little complacent.

This clown-like appearance made Tang Fan not even feel angry. He turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the increasingly dark sky, looking at the mountains covered with shadows in the distance, and looking at the vast and lonely earth.

"Crackling..."

Suddenly, the sound of electric current rang in his ears, and a small incandescent electric arc was seen beating between the young man's fingers.

"Boy, the electric current in my hand is not fake. I don't like your attitude very much. Apologize and give me that black thing obediently. Otherwise, I will let you taste the feeling of electric shock."

"Isn't the purpose of the Salvation Society to save the world? Besides, you are too noisy, go away." Tang Fan did not look back, but suddenly his interest waned, and the joy he originally felt from seeing a living person faded away little by little.

, anger slowly grows.

If this guy continues to scream, there is no guarantee that Tang Fan will not get angry and kill him directly. Tang Fan now is different from before, and he will never show mercy.

"Madron, stop."

Suddenly, a low shout sounded, and a middle-aged man from behind walked over.

The young man's expression was gloomy, but the electricity between his fingers disappeared. He snorted coldly, glanced at Tang Fan fiercely, and turned around to return to his seat.

"This friend knows our Salvation Society very well?" the middle-aged man walked up to Tang Fan and said gently.

"I can't say that I know him well, I've heard of it," Tang Fan said, because before the end of the world, the Salvation Society had invited him to participate, and even made a brief introduction to Tang Fan, but Tang Fan rejected him, and he didn't expect that he would actually attend.

Their car was taken away from them. What a wonderful fate.