As the sun was setting, the three men in their two locomotives winded their way through a day's drive, almost halfway across the south, before the overloaded engines couldn't take it anymore, and they finally chose to camp in the sand by the side of the highway.
These huge gravels are very warm from the sun's day and the residual warmth is great for camping.
Set up camp, build a fire, set up a pot, cook a delicious dinner, chat about your stories afterward, and then head back to your tents to rest and get an early night and an early start to continue the journey tomorrow.
Gahn originally envisioned it this way...
As a result, looking at the two men who got out of the car and ran into the forest on the pretext of gathering firewood, he lowered his head, followed by a blur of his figure.
Looking with the two phantom doppelgangers at his side, Garn pulled out an explosive bullet and loaded it, then put up the barrel of the gun with an expressionless face.
If the slightest strange sound came through, those two would be waiting to get shot!
The woods...
Seeing that the distance was about right, Eleazar stopped walking, somewhat helplessly:
"What are you going to do from now on..."
After a long day of tussling on the sitting bag, he could feel the heat coming from his back through two layers of clothing.
Simply unable to control that instinct Luna cried out, "It's all your fault!!!"
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In the camping area, Garn was playing cards with his two doppelgangers when he heard footsteps coming from up ahead, and he looked up at the two men who had finished picking up firewood and had taken a shower in the process.
"It's getting dark, so please move faster next time."
Luna, who had managed to regain her composure, couldn't help but feel a little weak in her legs again after hearing those words.
Eleazar tossed the firewood in front of the trio without a good grace.
"Start your show!"
The three in the card game seemed to have reached a critical moment as well, and with the main body taking the lead in playing out the cards, he stood up and said to the two doppelgangers, "You've lost, go make dinner!"
Eleazar looked with contempt at the Holy Lance who was playing cards with his doppelganger and cheating.
Fires were built, pots were set up, dinners were cooked, and camping, which had been unexpectedly delayed for an hour, was finally back to regular.
After dinner, Garn sat in front of the campfire and watched the two men across the room, who were cuddling together, whispering as he absently played with the twin guns in his hands.
A holy lance specialized in purifying unclean creatures, and a magic cannon used to inspire various functional magic bullets, loaded and ready to fire.
"Ahem, it's getting late, we should rest!"
After giving the two doppelgangers the command to be on guard, he looked at the two people across from him with an unkind gaze.
Luna, who was in the middle of a conversation, instantly deflated.
It was only after being kissed by her lover-boy that she stood up with a reluctant face, and then got into the tent, which wasn't even going to have its flap drawn, with her head towards the doorway, and turned her face to Witcher, who was sitting by the campfire, ready to meditate.
Gahn finally warned the two, "We agreed on this before we left!"
"Got it, Uncle, you're so nosy!"
Luna made a face at him.
Sacred Gun immediately spat out blood in anger.
Late at night, the campfire slowly dies out...
Eleazar, who slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Luna, who was already wrapped up tightly in her blankets and casually added more firewood to the campfire before lighting it.
He had no intention of burrowing under the dragoness's covers; instead, he gazed a little deeper at the closed tent of the Holy Gun.
All sorts of evil thoughts came to mind as he slowly closed his eyes.
Meditate until morning, when the sky is about to break.
"Are you done? I'm going to start."
Gahan inquired about Witcher outside the tent.
It would be a lot of fun if he started the Holy Light Prayer before the other guy finished his meditation.
What would happen in the end when two completely incompatible spiritualities met and collided, they had no idea.
However according to the lessons of history and the occult rule of spiritual repulsion, there is a high probability that only one of them will survive.
Gathering all of the spirituality that had permeated around him, Eleazar opened his eyes and answered quickly.
A hazy white light then lit up in the tent of the Holy Guns.
Pitcher then conjured up the cursed armor as well, staying close to the tent like a greedy and terrifying black shadow.
The light inside wavered for a moment, and the holy gun seemed to be caught off guard by this action of his.
Not a moment later, Garn, who had finished his prayers, burrowed out of the tent and said without a word:
"Didn't you receive a holy crystal before you left, why are you rubbing my holy light?"
Witcher, who held the idea of saving what he could and saving all of the Holy Crystals to prepare for his big plan, carelessly and casually replied:
"I'm used to it, and I'm not used to using that thing, I never feel at ease with it."
Garn was speechless for a moment, not realizing that the other party had big plans, he then put the matter behind him.
"Alright, go get your woman up, let's pack up and get going, if we hurry a bit, we might make it to our destination by this evening."
Eleazar clenched his fists darkly.
Well, as long as the guy doesn't talk too much, no one will know that he's saved up another day's worth of time.
And predictably, for the duration of the mission with the Holy Guns, he could go and rub the Holy Light every day.
Rounding up, this is the equivalent of saving a whole one!
Sacred Crystal: 5.5 pcs!
Days of free movement: 55!
Days of pain endurance: 110!
This mission was worth it even if there was no material gained!
Mentally revitalized, Eleazar then went to get the bedridden dragons up.
After washing up and getting some breakfast to cope with, the three of them continued on their way.
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Turning south at the crossroads of the Barren Lands, the two locomotives crossed the "Loneliest Highway in the South" without stopping...
The total length of 2245 miles, or 1122 kilometers, because the road is close to the barren western wilderness, so the whole process is sparsely populated, and inhospitable, the highway route is all poor and backward villages, the south of the famous sea of clouds jungle is also at the end of the road, perhaps only the kind of people with a playful mind, to understand the villages along the way those characteristics of the culture and style.
"I'm going to give you one last warning, if you don't open the gates, don't blame me!"
The acolyte, whose path was blocked by the self-built barricade gate, raised his head expressionlessly and looked coldly at a few punks on the wall with hoses and crowbars.
"Uncle, I'm also going to warn you one last time, either pay up or turn around and get the hell out of here, or, leave us the chick in that car..."
"Boom!!!"
Before that colorful leader could finish his words, the metal road gate that was as strong as a city wall was directly blasted through by a huge force.
Five or six silhouettes flew out backward along with the roiling metal debris.
Watching the scene, Garn opened his mouth and blushed a little in pity.
"It's fine for you guys to taunt me, why do you have to think about messing with that person..."
Eleazar slowly collects his right foot from the sidekick and turns back to the car where the Dragon Lady has put her legs down to hold it steady.
"Let's go..."
"That said, you guys are pretty forgiving and generous with the commoners."
Eleazar thought he'd jolt the bandits away with a Holy Nova.
Garn shrugged and returned, "What, do you still want me to lift the front end of the car and run those lost sheep over?"