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Chapter 1771 The Death God Church's Outpost (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
In front of the old stone house were piles of worn-out tires, rims, and some simple mechanical parts.

A man covered in oil was squatting next to this mechanical part, repairing a motorcycle.

Just then, a soft voice sounded above him, "Hello, may I ask where your truck came from?"

Hearing the question, the man didn't even look up, still disassembling the motorcycle in his hands. "We found it on the roadside. When we found it, it was already broken and smelled bad. Now it's repaired. If you want to buy it, it'll cost five thousand federal dollars, or the equivalent value in cryptocurrency or physical goods."

He turned the wrench to the set torque and tightened the screws in front of him one by one. "This truck is a bulletproof truck, but it was damaged before it got to me. I can't guarantee that it will be as good as it was before, I can only guarantee that it will run. If there are any problems within a year, you can come back to me and I will fix it for you."

He hung the wrench on his waist and stood up. "But this thing costs at least 30,000 Federal Dollars in the city. Don't get your hopes up too high for 5,000 Federal Dollars."

He looked up in the direction from which the sound was coming from.

But they found that the place was completely empty.

He quickly turned his head and looked at the truck being repaired on the side. The truck was still there; it hadn't been stolen.

“Another guy who only asks but doesn’t buy,” the man shook his head, squatted down, and continued to tinker with the motorcycle in front of him.

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About twenty kilometers from the homeless camp, in the wilderness, Heo walked on the paved road, scanning the surrounding traces.

This is the place that flashed through the wandering mechanic's mind—the place where he 'found' the truck.

When he arrived, there were three damaged trucks parked there, and he only took the one that was in the best condition.

The remaining two cars had vanished without a trace, not even their rims remained.

It was clearly picked up by other wanderers in the wilderness.

These iron items are a very scarce resource in the wilderness. Whether you keep them for your own use or sell them for money, it's a worthwhile investment.

He Ao lowered his head, his feet on the hard muddy ground, his gaze sweeping over the potholes and unevenness of the ground.

This is a fairly wide trade road, about twenty meters wide, which can accommodate four large trucks driving side by side.

However, this trade route was not paved with cement; it was just a smooth, polished dirt road covered with simple pebbles and reinforced plastic blocks.

Most of the trade routes in the Federation were these simple and inexpensive dirt roads.

Cement roads are easily destroyed by bombs and alien beasts, and maintenance requires a lot of costs. These dirt roads have low maintenance costs and can be abandoned and rerouted at any time, making them the main form of trade routes in the Federation.

If they encounter battles or attacks by strange beasts, creating craters on these roads, other caravans can immediately change course.

Of course, these caravans usually carry robots that can quickly repair such roads. They can repair the roads, and then, after returning to the city with the recorded repair videos, apply to the federal central government for road repair subsidies.

Generally, these subsidies can cover the cost of road repair and even generate a small profit, so repairing roads is a very welcome thing for caravans.

The potholes in front of He Ao now show obvious signs of repair.

Clearly, some caravans have already repaired it, but it's not completely fixed; it's probably at the minimum standard required to receive subsidies.

However, if there are tracked large trucks in the caravan behind, they can usually restore it by running over it a few times.

However, no such large trucks have been passing through this road yet. For such a wide trade route, even though this road is a bit remote, it is easy to encounter such large trucks.

This indicates that these potholes appeared only a few days ago.

The mechanic who wandered the wilderness was probably the one who saw the damaged truck about three days ago.

In summary, these trucks were attacked approximately four to five days ago.

Wilder recalled that the children's remains were also transported out around this time; if you calculate the time, they should have been able to get here four or five days ago.

The shape of this truck is very similar to those vehicles used to transport corpses.

Judging from the pitted structure, it should have been made from a small electromagnetic railgun.

The fact that they were able to deploy an electromagnetic cannon indicates that the attackers were not ordinary wilderness wanderers, although the possibility of powerful superhumans can also be ruled out.

If it's a powerful superhuman, like Heo, he can directly suppress the entire convoy and seize the vehicles without damaging them.

Therefore, the attackers are most likely a mercenary squad with relatively sophisticated equipment or a high-level wilderness wanderer.

But now, a problem arises.

These pickup trucks didn't look worth much, and from Wilder's memory, the convoy didn't seem to be a wealthy one.

Why would such an elite squad attack this convoy?
Moreover, the truck wasn't carrying cigarettes, weapons, or precious metals—these are hard currencies—but rather mangled corpses.

According to the mechanic, there was a lingering stench in the truck, but the contents of the truck bed had been removed.

There are two possibilities: the convoy repelled the attack, but several vehicles were damaged, so the bodies from those vehicles were moved to other trucks, and they managed to continue on their way.

Secondly, the convoy failed to withstand the attack, and the entire convoy was hijacked.

That means the attackers moved the bodies out of the damaged vehicles and took them away.

From this perspective, the second possibility seems unlikely.

What kind of elite mercenary squad would carry away a body?

Moreover, the mechanic was probably among the first to discover the scene, as he did not see any corpses or remains torn apart by the monsters.

This suggests that neither side likely suffered any injuries, and even if there were casualties, they were likely able to escape with their companions.

This is normal if the team wins.

If the attackers win, it can only be said that they acted in a rather 'fair' way, that they were some kind of orderly robbers, or simply novices who didn't know how to play.

Moreover, judging from Wilder's memory, many of the people in this convoy were followers of the Church of Death.

Since the Church of Death values ​​these remains, it's unlikely they wouldn't have arranged for a powerful Death Priest to accompany them. However, attackers with superior equipment might not be able to defeat the Death Priest.

All things considered, it seems more likely that the team won and led the remaining teams forward; this scenario is closer to the truth.

But He Ao had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The main problem is that this trade route is surrounded by endless wilderness. If an attack occurs here and the battle ends quickly, no one will hear the sound.

It's highly unlikely there were any eyewitnesses at the scene, and it's improbable that anyone could recall their memories.

The entire commercial road was damaged by repairs and the traces left by passing vehicles. It was clear that a heavy rain had fallen there afterward, and the remaining traces were blurred into a mess.

He Ao rubbed his temples, roughly observing the trade route. Then he raised his bracelet, brought up the offline map, and roughly located his position.

He gestured to confirm the direction and looked ahead at the trade route.

Following this trade route, the end point should be Mint City. After passing through Mint City, you can cross the Northern Gate and establish contact with the northeastern region of the Federation. This is a classic trade route from the Irons Economic Zone to the northeastern economic zone of the Federation.

But it's clear that this convoy of small vehicles couldn't possibly travel that far to Minte.

He Ao gestured on the map.

The furthest this car can go is probably...

His gaze fell on a city on the map.

'Aines'?
Is the convoy headed to Irons?
Weren't those bodies transported from Irons? Why are they being transported back to Irons?
why?
Was it some kind of 'feint'? The purpose was to make the people of Irons believe that the remains had already been transported out.

While pondering, He Ao gently rubbed his temples.

He couldn't quite understand what the Church of Death wanted to do.

However, his purpose in coming here was to investigate why Morrowne had come here in the first place.

Encountering these trucks was just an unexpected occurrence.

Logically, there should be some kind of permanent headquarters of the Church of Death here, otherwise Morolin wouldn't come here so often.

Perhaps these convoys are not heading to Irons, but rather to a permanent outpost of some Death Church?
If the Church of Death has established a permanent outpost near Irons, right under the noses of the FBI headquarters and a group of angels, then they are indeed quite audacious.

However, this might also be a case of 'blind spots under the lamp'.

He gazed at the road before him, slowly moving forward along this trade route, his pupils enveloped in a purple glow.

He was incredibly fast, moving as if he were flashing by.

However, behind him, a huge mech was slowly emerging from the depths of the sky.

It was his nuclear-powered mech, Pluto.

Through the radio equipment on the Pluto, Heo's bracelet could actually communicate with the Pluto and could naturally summon the Pluto at any time.

For some reason, He Ao always felt that some things might have happened before he even knew about them.

He may not have much time left to react.

If he finds nothing further, he might have to pilot the Pluto back quickly to the vicinity of the wanderer's camp and look for further clues.

After walking for a kilometer or two, the entire trade route was perfectly normal.

The massive mech slowly descended behind He Ao.

It seems there are really no more clues here.

The incident occurred a long time ago, and no useful clues have been left.

The massive mech started up, creating a powerful gust of air, and landed behind He Ao, making the surrounding grass and trees rustle.

"Gah—Gah—Gah—"

The flock of birds that had landed in the woods were suddenly startled and flew away in all directions.

Just then, a huge eagle seemed to be awakened and suddenly burst out of the forest, rushing towards where He Ao was.

This appears to be a strange beast that controls the surrounding area.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the eagle.

A cannon popped out from the arm of the giant Hades mech and aimed at the eagle.

In that instant, He Ao suddenly raised his hand, stopping the Hades mech from moving.

A faint purple glow covered his pupils, and in an instant, the eagle arrived in front of He Ao.

Immediately afterward, the eagle paused slightly, as if it had forgotten what it was supposed to do for a moment, and then flapped its wings in the air.

He raised his hand, and the eagle naturally landed on his arm.

He Ao gazed at the eagle before him, at the faint shadow cast by the eagle on its body.

Beasts also have souls, but most of the time, their souls are very illusory, the kind that dissipate immediately after death.

He was somewhat surprised to find that the eagle's soul seemed to have undergone some kind of mutation, making it much more resilient than ordinary C-level alien beasts.

Most of the time, such mutations involving the soul are caused by powerful supernatural forces related to the soul nearby, which invisibly influence the strange beasts in the vicinity.

He Ao raised his hand, and the eagle on his arm spread its wings and suddenly took flight, heading northeast.

It seems to have forgotten what it wanted to do and only wanted to go in the direction that caused it the most 'pain'.

He Ao raised his hand and grabbed one of the eagle's claws, letting the eagle carry him into the sky.

The Pluto quickly ascended and disappeared into the mountains.

This mech is too big; if we continue forward, we might be discovered by other wilderness wanderers.

Soon, He Ao's figure followed the eagle through the mountains and forests, the fierce wind whipping against his cheeks.

After traversing three or four hills, the eagle's speed gradually slowed down.

He released his grip, letting his body fall naturally, passing through the gaps between the leaves and landing on the soft, decaying forest floor.

A faint purple glow enveloped He Ao's pupils as he quietly gazed at the dense forest.

The woods were unusually quiet; so quiet that He Ao could hear his own soft breathing.

The blazing summer sun shone in the sky, yet it seemed unable to penetrate the leaves of the surrounding trees, leaving only a cold, desolate glow upon He Ao's body.

If I had to describe the state of things here in one word, it would be 'dead stillness'.

There seems to be no life here.

The eagle in the sky continues to fly forward.

"Gah-"

In that instant, a phantom skeletal giant hand suddenly reached out from the void, grabbed the eagle, crushed it in an instant, and merged its soul into the skeletal giant hand.

He raised his head and looked at the giant skeletal hand.

The giant skeletal hand slowly stretched forward, and a huge skeleton, about a hundred meters tall, slowly emerged from the void.

It stood there, like another mountain peak among these mountains.

It lowered its head, gazing at Heo, its body blocking out the last rays of sunlight.

The surrounding area remained a vast and desolate wilderness.

He lowered his head and stared behind the giant skeleton.

A faint path, winding through the forest, now appeared behind the skeleton.

Where there are roads, there are people.

An invisible and terrifying pressure spread through the dense forest, carrying with it a chilling desolation that pierced the depths of the soul.