Chapter 145 - large fissure

The three of them were on their way to the big crevice.

Judging by the bloodstains left on the sniper rifle, Zero was certain that the Parkland killer had been seriously injured. He did not intend to pursue the assassin further up Death's Ridge. Judging by the speed at which the assassin left, he had at least arrived at a distance of one kilometer away from him. The God of Death's Ridge was too vast, a sniper must be adept at hiding. If he wanted to hide, it would be difficult for Team Zero to find him in such a short period of time due to lack of manpower and tools.

Moreover, they had estimated that the time of the killer's appearance was a day away from normal. Even though it was only one day, it meant that food was going to become a problem.

So, Zero decided to leave the God of Death Ridge and resupply at a nearby city base. Then, he would think of a way to kill this killer that was chasing him relentlessly. Natasha did not object to this suggestion. Although she wished she could tear Lan Qi apart right now, she also knew that Zero's decision was right. Even someone like her who had grown up in the Death God Ridge would find it difficult to survive on her own without a tribe to rely on. So she decided to follow Zero until she killed the devil that slaughtered the village. As for where she would go after killing him? For the moment, she didn't think about it.

As they walked along the banks of the Lamassen River, the vegetation gradually thinned, and eventually, there were not many mutated shrubs that could survive anywhere. From afar, it looked like a halo of light around the Death God Ridge. The brownish-yellow sand belt extended as far as the eye could see, and not too far away, the rumbling sound of the Lamarsson River told them that the big fissure was approaching.

The large crevice in the God of Death Ridge was nearly a thousand meters wide. The two walls were steep and smooth, making it hard for birds to cross. The crevice was so deep that one could not see the bottom. Standing at the edge and looking down, all one could see was pitch-black darkness. However, from the sound of the water from the Lamarson River flowing straight into the fissure, it seemed that there was still an underground river in the fissure, which led to the endless polluted sea area beyond the coastline.

The existence of the Great Rift has been controversial for a long time and is currently divided into two factions. The existence of the Finger Crack was due to the change in the earth's crust. The land plate was split apart by the movement of the earth's crust. This crack originated from the coastline of the Death God Ridge and reached thousands of kilometers deep into the western continent. The gap, however, was natural; it seemed as if the land had been cut open; the other side took the opposite view that the existence of the Great Rift was evidence of the collision of the two plates of the old era. What supported this theory was the size of the continent. The area measured in the known range far exceeded any of the continents of the old era. However, the larger area of the continent was still hidden in the unknown darkness.

There is no clear answer to the controversy over the Great Rift, but these are not matters of zero concern. His gaze was fixed on the suspension bridge a hundred kilometers away from the Lamarson River, a bridge that had been built thirty years ago with the funds of the Adventure Merchants Association. It connected Death's Ridge with the Northern Lands and became a major transportation route on both the north and the south sides of the coastline.

Without this bridge, people would have to go around in a big circle from north to south. Furthermore, the land to the west of the Death God Ridge wasn't necessarily much safer. Therefore, even though they knew that the Death God Ridge was filled with dangers, the adventurer merchants still chose to pass through the Death God Ridge via this bridge and travel back and forth between the two locations.

The three of them rested near the crevice.

After two days, Monnie's complexion had turned much better. Just like Atasha, she didn't mention the wound on her leg at all. Zero guessed that it had something to do with her recovering quickly and stabilizing the gene that was close to collapse. However, sometimes, not everything had to be said. Putting everything in his heart might be a better choice.

Zero cut a piece of roasted rabbit meat in half with a military knife and gave it to Monnie. Monnie was an ordinary person, so her recovery speed was naturally slower than his. Hence, she needed a large amount of nutrition to supplement her body. Even so, the three of them did not have much food left. After eating this meal, the mutated rabbits were finally divided up.

As for clean water, if you drank it sparingly, it would only last about half a day. In other words, they had to reach the resupplying base outside Death's Ridge within this day. Otherwise, their journey would become very difficult.

They passed the bridge, reached the other end of the crevice, and left Death Ridge along the mountain road that the adventurers had taken. From the map, the distance was roughly 50 kilometers, and the closest resupplying base to the exit of the Death God Ridge was called Windmill Town. That was a small town that was built by the sea to generate electricity using wind. The distance from the town to the Death God Ridge was nearly 300 kilometers. If they were to calculate that, they would have to walk at least 500 kilometers.

500 kilometers wasn't a long distance, but it wasn't short either. If Zero and Atisa used their full strength, their speed could reach around two hundred kilometers per hour. However, humans were not machines. The highest speed one could reach could only be used in an explosive manner, and could not be maintained throughout the entire process. In fact, they could only travel at a speed of one hundred kilometers per hour. Even if they did not stop, it would still take them five to six hours, if nothing unexpected happened.

The ten minutes of rest passed quickly. Monnie, who was still unable to move, was carried by Zero. They followed the sand belt of Death Ridge and headed towards the suspension bridge at a constant speed of 100 kilometers. However, the three of them were reflected in the lens of a scope.

Lan Qi put down the vulture. He had just recovered a bit of his strength, and was heading in the other direction, towards the bridge. Now he was lying on the top of a cedar tree in the woods facing the bridge.

Judging from their speed, they would still need about an hour to reach the bridge. To Lan Qi, this was a rare opportunity to rest. The bald eagle fished out the last of the compressed food from his pocket and popped into his mouth the tasteless stuff that contained all the vitamins and cellulose the human body needed. Lan Qi was holding the vulture and resting with his eyes closed while leaning against the tree trunk.

He believed that Zero would never have expected him to regain his ability to move so quickly. Then, Lan Qi would be able to give them a surprise the moment they crossed the bridge. In a special environment like the bridge, it was equivalent to an open secret chamber. When they reached the center of the bridge, it would be the best time for Lan Qi to snipe. At that time, the chances of Zero surviving would be very low.

This was because Lan Qi had already found the weakness of zero!