The future self once again drove the future self back to his starting point.

Marin opened his eyes and saw the subway, the turbid air, a hint of strange smell, the bonfire crackling and burning in the tin oil drum that had been mended again and again, Spot put its head on Marin's lap, it

Looking at Marin, it was obvious that he understood what had just happened.

But it was the mushroom. This little thing was rubbing in Marin's arms. Everything that had just happened in the future made it confused. Marin stroked its little head and comforted it. At the same time, he recalled the time when he met Mars...

It seems that Mars has a connection with the religious order left in the world by the Church of the Harvest Goddess.

Marin doesn't know if all this is a good thing, but Marin feels that his children should not have too much involvement with the cult, especially after two thousand years, who knows whether the cult in the future will do those things that want to order the order.

What about the sweet dream of the resurrection of the gods?

Therefore, we must find an opportunity to tell our descendants not to believe in gods any more.

It's not because their ancestors are gods, but because there is no need for gods in the future. There will be a day when humans will get rid of the shackles of gravity again, but that will be when humans use the wisdom of their predecessors and their own to recast the light of civilization, rather than holding on to the gods.

Their thighs, even the souls after death are driven by them. This is not the ending that people should have. Marin can't control others, but his own children must remember this... Just write a family motto.

With such a plan, Marin immediately wrote down these contents, and then gave the girls problems - Rivo and Faye had no problems. They were mages and did not have much faith.

respect, but what about other girls.

Marin could only hold it back until they meet that day.

Thinking of this, Marin narrowed his eyes and began to rest. There was nothing serious that night. Some cannon fodder-like White Walkers once entered the shooting range. After several rounds of futile attacks, the few remaining White Walkers chose

Escape.

With the muskets given by Marin, the guards did not go looking for the extraordinary at all - in their view, the White Walkers were really just a target game.

Marin took a nap amidst the gunfire. When Turin and Hal returned from patrol, Marin took over the command of the patrol and started a new day's work with the second batch of patrols.

The patrol's route was set up by Mac Donald, who was in charge of security at the Amotek Station Camp. This kid was Rick's confidant. Rick's sister was married to him, so when Marin saw him, he saw it immediately.

The alignment of this kid is lawful neutral with roots in Miaohong.

It seems that he is loyal to his brother-in-law, so he arranged the route for the patrol. Marin said that he would let the commander of the patrol lead the way, and he would just follow. If something happened, he only had to say something, and Ma Lin dared to take responsibility.

He will definitely knock the brains out of the guy opposite him.

Guaranteed completeness.

It's a pity that no demons and ghosts appeared. Marin held the mushroom and walked at the end of the team with Spot. He originally wanted to hide himself, but along the way, all the monsters and monsters in the subway were very quiet, even the patrols

The leaders of the team all commented on why the subway was so quiet today.

At this time, it would be a miracle if the commander leading the team fell to the ground with several bullets in his body and drew a straight line on the tiles with his finger.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing. Marin walked at the end holding the mushrooms, and was stopped by civilians who didn't know the situation along the way. The uninterested aunt even handed over a small fruit, saying that she felt pity for Marin.

.

Marin accepted the kindness, and then handed the fruit to the little boy on the side of the road who saw her child at first sight. The latter took the fruit and ran away. The aunt could not catch up, and Marin also ran away.

"I've never had anyone pass me fruit." When following the team, a young soldier at the end of the team smiled at Marin.

Because they were close in age, Marin didn't put on airs. The young man in the team joked with Marin, and Marin also smiled, and then took out a bag of fresh fruits from his own space - this is

Blueberries grown in the demiplane.

Marin gave the boy a handful. The half-grown kid, who had never eaten anything like this before, ate one and hid the rest in his pocket.

"Why don't you eat it?" Marin was a little curious, and he was sure that this kid wanted to share these things with others.

This made Marin somewhat eager to know who the other party was.

"I have two sisters." The older boy said with a smile.

Marin showed a smile as expected, and then, while others were not paying attention, he gave the boy another plate of chocolates. In his thanks, Marin patted his back. This half-grown boy was tall due to years of malnutrition.

Not much beyond Marin.

At the same time, the resentment in his heart was much less. In any case, this world has passed eight thousand years, and Marin also wants to look forward. After all, the only enemy in this world is chaos, and such a child...

To be honest, Marin hopes that such people can live longer and better lives.

Fate will not pity the innocent, but Marin is willing to help all innocent people.

The patrol team also went to the ground on the lifting platform. They will patrol around and clear away the large-scale bushes and thorns. Marin thinks this is a good thing.

And the most important thing is that the White Walkers on the ground are really giving face to them. When the door of the planting point is opened, the patrol team just goes out and before they turn the corner, they see a lot of White Walkers rushing over.

The commander cursed his mother while letting people run towards the gate of the planting site - the machine guns in front of the gate can effectively support them.

But Marin didn't think so. He stood in front of the team and handed the mushroom to Spot. Spot, his sister, bit the back of the mushroom's neck.

With his hands free, Marin faced the charge of the White Walkers. He raised his hands and used his spiritual energy to lift the White Walkers high. Then Marin pressed his hands down, and the White Walkers slapped them on the ground, directly transforming into two.

Dimension.

"Wow." The half-grown boy didn't leave because he wanted to help Marin, so he directly attacked Marin's performance. He boldly walked to the nearest White Walker, stretched out his hands,

Lifting this white ghost's...skin off the ground.

Its muscles, bones, and organs were all 'squeezed' out of this plane by Marin - a very efficient processing method, and the most important thing is that there is no pollution.

The young man lifted up a piece of White Walker skin, and then all the soldiers on the patrol joined in the looting. Marin smiled and stopped the young commander who was so angry that he wanted to draw his gun and shoot into the sky: "Let them finish it.

Let me educate them."

Then, after these guys finished grabbing the skins in their hands, Marin clapped his hands, and the big guys with short hands stood in front of Marin.

"I'm very disappointed with your performance just now. If it weren't for my existence, if I hadn't eliminated these chaos, the paper rolls in your hands shouldn't be paper rolls. Maybe they would still be feeding on your monsters."

A soldier wanted to argue, but he was slapped on the brain by his comrade. After being slapped awake, he also learned to lower his head.

This is good. Although you guys really give Marin a headache in terms of military discipline, at least these young people did not disappoint Marin in the end. They walked up to Marin one by one and put down the paper papers in their hands.

, and then came to line up behind the commander.

When the last half-grown man put down the only leather roll in his hand, Marin laughed and clapped his hands: "Commander, ask your soldiers to put all these leather rolls away and tell them that after the patrol is over,

Every soldier can receive these trophies equally."

The soldiers looked very happy. In the following operations, these guys worked very hard. Unfortunately, the second attack that everyone was thinking about did not happen. The patrol circled around the route and then

No alien monsters were found, but they ran into a herd of deer on the way back to the planting site. Marin drew his gun and killed five deer before the deer could react.

Here, the soldiers were asked to carry the prey. Over there, Marin noticed something approaching at high speed - it should be the sound of gunshots, but the footsteps did not sound like humans. After all, humans do not touch the ground with all four limbs at the same time.

way to run.

This was also true. Marin soon saw a spirit appearing at the end of the street - it was a half-rotten giant bear. It seemed that Nurgle's so-called blessing had still been retained.

As soon as the soldiers saw this thing, they immediately issued a warning. When they took out the incendiary bombs, Marin had already picked up the twig of the World Tree and turned it into a giant hammer and rushed towards the big bear.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the soldiers, Marin turned the troll into the brightest flying object in the distant sky with one blow.

On the way back dragging the giant hammer, Marin heard the commander complain: "How should I write this battle record? Do I want to write that Mr. Marin knocked the Corruption Troll into the sky with one hammer and flew very far away?

It must be almost twenty kilometers away?”

His deputy sighed helplessly, as if there was no better way.

Marin smiled, then snapped his fingers as he dragged the hammer past him: "Let's go."

Maybe Marin's blow was too shocking, and no one showed up on the way back, but just like that, when they returned to the planting area, the patrol was still welcomed - in their words, in this life

It has never been as beautiful as it is today.

When we got down to the subway, Rick from the Amotek station camp appeared. This guy looked at the deer and white ghost skin rolls on the backs of the patrol soldiers and sighed sincerely.

Then he spent a lot of money and bought half of the leather rolls and two deer from the soldiers at a premium.

Marin didn't ask for the remaining deer and let the soldiers on the patrol share the food themselves.

Marin hugged the mushrooms and returned to the iron bucket bonfire with Spot.

Turin and Hal had already boiled a pot of water and were debating whether to put dried mice or dried mushrooms in it today.

Because when he was talking about dried mushrooms, he unconsciously looked at the mushroom in Marin's hand. Mr. Hal was almost beaten to pieces by Spot. At the critical moment, Marin shot him an elemental incarnation, and Mr. Hal survived.

, but even so, it was still broken into several pieces by the spots. Fortunately, it was the incarnation of the element, or the water element. In the end, Hal put himself together, and then lifted the incarnation in shock.

At the same time, facing the threat coming towards him, Mr. Hal discovered a problem: "Can your big leopard understand what we are saying?"

"You can say that." Marin nodded.

With Marin's answer, Hal could only admit that he was unlucky, and he was very lucky to be able to escape from the claws of the legendary spirit.

Marin took out a few bags of chicken breasts and a bottle of shrimp paste - he wanted to eat it anyway, so adding two mouths was not a problem.

Seeing these good things, Turin took down the pot and water from the bonfire on the spot, then took out a pan, wiped it with his sleeve and put it on the bonfire.

Marin stopped this guy's unhygienic behavior and took the pan. Marin recast it to complete the cleaning process. Then he placed the chicken breasts on the much larger pan and smeared it with vegetable oil.

, pour the shrimp paste, and then add the spices that Hal took out like a baby - judging from the taste, it should be chili powder.

Marin threw the thing back to him, and then took out better cumin powder.

You guys, in terms of food, are like savages who drink blood from their hair, let a chef like me and chicken breasts produced by carefully raised chickens conquer your poor stomachs!

By the way...have they ever seen a chicken?
To be continued...