The God of Radiation and Flame, ruling the Flame Motorcycle Faction, a powerful indigenous warlord in the Land of Flames.

Due to the high concentration of radiation in the barren wasteland, the indigenous mutants here are particularly numerous, among which a considerable portion are powerful mutants.

Or should I say, superpower users.

And that 'god' is the most powerful superpower user among them, occupying Flame Pass in the Land of Flames, collecting tolls from passing caravans.

He also seized a water source in the Land of Flames, and all the indigenous people who depend on this water source have to pay taxes to him.

His greatest strength lies in his ability to mass-produce mutant armies.

'Flame Boy', 'Motorcycle Spearman', 'Bald Burner', 'Butcher'.

An indigenous power, with four types of 'low-level combat species', is simply beyond belief.

Meanwhile, the Land of Flames, Roaring Spring.

This is the monthly water festival; a lot of barely clothed genetic slaves have gathered at Roaring Spring.

Most of these genetic slaves are skin-and-bone thin, with barely a robe on their bodies.

Swordsmen Tamil, dressed in a burlap robe, mingled among these genetic slaves.

According to several companions who have infiltrated the inside, the 'Flame Motorcycle Faction' has mastered a technology that can extract the mutant blood of the indigenous people, allowing its subordinates to gain powerful powers.

The monthly water day is also a bloodletting day.

It's by this balance of blood and water that the 'Flame Motorcycle Faction' has become the strongest power nearby.

It's not without resistance, but looking at the row of human heads on Flame Pass, one would know the fate of the resistors.

Tamil had long hardened his heart; he came here not to save these slaves, but to rendezvous with the companions who had infiltrated the inside to obtain the latest information, preparing for the future war.

The boss's revenge must be executed!

As a standard Martial Arts Hunter, Tamil is known as a die-hard fan of Gao Gong, belonging to the kind that takes out a little notebook to jot down the famous sayings on the spot.

He found a corner to sit down, as agreed, the insider would take the chance on water day to deliver the information.

This Flame Pass is somewhat similar to their second base, and the 'Flame Motorcycle Faction' is also located on cliffs, which seemingly used to be a dam.

Soon, one by one, 'Flame Boys' descended along mechanical cables.

These 'Flame Boys' had no body hair, pale skin with multiple burn marks, and they screamed frantically, smearing alcohol on themselves, then lighting their skin and letting the flames burn wildly.

Tamil finally understood how these freaks got their burns.

However, he vaguely felt that with the burning flames, the aura of these freaks seemed to have strengthened a little.

The water festival was about to begin, and the condition of joining was a bowl of blood.

Without any hesitation, Tamil directly let out a bowl of blood as a ticket.

In front of him, several genetic slaves had fainted due to excessive bleeding.

The only outcome for those unable to provide blood was dying of thirst.

Soon, the seven small openings on the water gate opened, water shot out fiercely, and everyone fell into a brief frenzy.

The flames on the group of Flame Boys were also extinguished by the water flow, leaving terrifying burn marks on their pale skin.

Two figures passed by each other.

A note was slipped into Tamil's hand.

"This information might interest the boss."

Tamil perked up, information that could interest the boss was an absolute merit.

He had been eyeing Daisila's transformation for quite some time.

After receiving the information, Tamil was preparing to leave when a commotion caught his attention.

An old Flame Boy, toothless, was dragging a teenage girl inward.

Companions were only scared, nothing else.

Every water festival was also the Flame Motorcycle Faction's bride selection event.

Tamil watched this scene expressionlessly, and turned to leave.

The next moment, gunfire rang out.

Behind Tamil, Hunter Apu revealed his true self, blowing on a modified revolver, grinning.

"How can a real man stand by and do nothing?"

After finishing his act, Cowboy Apu took the girl and ran, whistling; the next moment, the Plasma Horse came galloping from afar.

'This fool!'

Tamil cursed inwardly, without hesitation, stomped his foot on the ground fiercely, the newly installed military engine roared, his whole body soared into the air, two red blades unsheathed, slicing horizontally and cutting vertically, swiftly knocking away dozens of crossbow bolts.

His silhouette was deeply engraved in the memory of the girl behind him.

"Ha ha, indeed a man of the Martial Arts Faction, you couldn't help but make a move too."

Apu laughed heartily, after helping the girl onto the horse, reached out his palm.

Tamil grabbed it, flipped on the horse, coldly said, "Ruining the boss's big plan, let's see how I will handle you!"

"Ha ha ha, how can a hunter stand by and do nothing!"

"Man is an animal, hunter is a murder profession, this fact cannot be concealed by any excuse."

The two bantered, the Plasma Horse neighed, and began to gallop wildly.

The next moment, the gates of Flame Pass opened, cars with open tops roared out, each car had spikes and long needles on various parts, and the Motorcycle Spearmen on them were screaming wildly, some spitting fire, some shooting at the sky, their main weapon was quite interesting, a kind of grenade spear.

A spearman's open-top car charged to the side of the Plasma Horse, their spear aimed at the trio's backs, violently hurling it.

However, Apu, like predicting the future, flicked his wrist, the Single Molecule Line lasso on his wrist suddenly shot out, catching the grenade spear in mid-air, a deft wrist shake, the spear flew back.

The grenade spear precisely stuck onto the hood of an open-top car.

The next moment, a terrifying explosion roared out.

"Brother, thank me for saving your life," Apu laughed heartily.

"You should thank the boss for the neural transformation of your hand."

Tamil didn't appreciate it, he looked back, eleven open-top cars were chasing, each spewing black smoke, giving the impression as if devils had descended on earth.

The genetic girl trembled in fear.

"Can't fight here," Tamil glanced at the rear.

"Find a place with cover, then call for assistance!"

Apu still carelessly laughed: "The Brother Blood Blade, who usually avoids owing favors, has changed his mind today?"

"Stop talking nonsense, run faster!"

"Alrighty!"

The next moment, Apu's dreadlocks intertwined with the Plasma Horse's mane.

"Hold on tight!"

The Plasma Horse seemed to receive a power boost, its sides bulged with nitrogen jets, and its legs began to split, transitioning from four-legged to eight-legged drive.

The next moment, in the furious nitrogen spray, the Plasma Horse galloped away.

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