I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

At the Black Mist Tower, Dolan Gureg couldn't break in. It was hard to tell if the mistress of the Black Mist Tower was gathering strength or if she was just slacking off. In short, that place was impossible to take.

Picking a path forward, the two of them never stopped in their familiar surroundings, quickly turning the ruined city upside down. It took them a day to cover most of the area.

The area near the volcano has completely collapsed, leaving only crooked buildings soaked in lava. It must be said that the materials used in these buildings are indeed solid. Even after so long, many buildings still stand above the lava.

Behind these buildings, there is a bull head statue that is even bigger than the church. It can be seen that the designer tried hard to make the statue blend into the city, but no matter how it was built, the bull head statue looks very abrupt.

Behind the statue is a turbulent lava lake, where the most powerful thing in the Iron Kingdom lurks.

"Aegir's statue. Seeing it means we're almost at the end. Do you remember what Rumi's cat said?" Sun Yang killed several Aaron Knights with his lightning spear. He asked Rukatiye beside him.

"That cat said a lot of nonsense. It seemed to mention something like the Four Giants? But a talking cat is weird anyway." Rukatiye recalled.

"Although I don't know why it said that, the iron statue mentioned earlier that swallowed the soul of the ancient Iron King seems to be one of the four giants mentioned by the cat. If you defeat the four giants, you can meet the king." Sun Yang said.

"Well, it seems to be related to becoming a king or something. I can't remember clearly, and to be honest, I don't care about these things. The king of Dolan Gureg sounds very powerful, I wonder if he can reveal some useful information to me. But can I meet the king after defeating the four giants? To be honest, I think these are too illusory, just like some bedtime fairy tales." Rukatiye sneered.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the city beneath her feet seem to be collapsing. She steadied herself and rushed towards the nearby high building.

The precarious buildings and city beneath his feet cracked, and yet another group of buildings collapsed into the lava. Rukatiye saw countless Knight Commanders Aaron and their men rushing towards the central building. Even though they had been transformed into zombies, their lifelike instincts still drove them to action.

The foundations beneath the distant Aegir statue seemed to have been destroyed, and the giant hollow iron bull statue fell crookedly into the lava, splashing hot lava onto the ground with a sizzling sound.

Nothing was set on fire. After all, apart from the undead, there was nothing in the Molten Iron City that could be set on fire.

Behind the metal statue, a creature nearly tens of meters tall with a pair of metal wings on its back walked out.

It looked like a creature made of pure iron, wading casually in the magma, the scorching magma barely covering its thighs.

"You're not saying this thing is one of the four giants, are you?" Rukatiye said, looking at the solid iron lump. "I say, even magma can't melt it. It's just a piece of high-density iron. How can you defeat it? And this monster is coming towards us!"

The tall molten iron colossus bypassed the collapsed statue of Aegir and strode through the lava towards Rukatiye and Sun Yang.

As if guided by the vast souls of the two, it could easily grab a person's hand and push aside surrounding obstacles. The assembled Aaron knights used their bows to try to defeat the colossus, but their armor-piercing arrows only scratched it.

"Don't worry, Rukatiye. This kind of monster is difficult to destroy even with a large-caliber howitzer, not to mention that this place is not easy to deploy. But don't forget what the lightning gun is used for in this world." Sun Yang picked up the holy bell in his hand.

"Dragon hunter?" Rukatiye said, relying on his limited knowledge of history.

"That's right. More importantly, it's an absolute armor-piercing weapon! Ah, to be honest, I'm a little eager to find the miracle of the giant thunder spear~" A several-meter-long thunder spear burst out from Sun Yang's hand. Then it flew towards the metal giant at the speed of a bullet.

Boom! The lightning spear struck the colossus, sending up a shower of metal fragments. A single strike shattered the colossus's shoulder.

The clumsy colossus wanted to speed up, but Sun Yang's casting speed was much faster than its pace.

boom! boom! boom!

Each shot from the lightning gun carried away a pile of metal chunks. These high-density, priceless metals fell into the magma without even a trace.

The metal giant quickly went from striding to staggering. Its head and chest were blown to pieces by Sun Yang's lightning gun. Under such a high density of firepower, its arms and one leg were blown off.

"This is the final blow." Sun Yang gathered his last lightning spear and fiercely penetrated its head. As the lightning exploded its head, the huge body finally stopped moving.

"I always feel like I haven't done anything..." Rukatiye felt a huge soul flowing into his body and was a little overwhelmed.

"Those were all accidents before... Now it's normal for a master to lead a subordinate. Rukatiye, I promised you I would help you grow rapidly... Don't let me down." Sun Yang smiled. If he could help Rukatiye clear souls so quickly, there might be a chance of rescuing her brother.

266 Boston DC's Assignment Phase

While Sun Yang and Rukatiye were happily killing bosses all over the world, in the Fallout world, the AR team and the Rebellious team, who were burdened with important tasks, finally bypassed the deadly radiation storm and arrived in Boston, D.C., located in the northern part of the East Coast.

"Oh my God. We're finally out of the radiation storm. Why is it like this in the southwest of Boston? The sky is full of fucking green radiation clouds. If there's a southwest wind, the whole of Boston will be blown by radiation winds."

"We have monitored the radio stations of some local armed forces. They call this place the Glowing Sea. I think it is quite appropriate." RO635 looked out of the cabin window, but also couldn't see clearly.

The humanoid team that had departed from Washington, D.C., hadn't imagined that two hundred years later, there would still be a place filled with radioactive dust. As the helicopter approached, they could hear the Geiger counters beeping frantically.

Southwest Boston looked like it had just been a few years after a nuclear war, when the shockwaves had shattered almost every building there. Even those that remained intact were buried under a thick layer of radioactive mud.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a hazy gray-green fog and ugly, cracked earth oozing with a terrifying liquid. In the center, only a few buildings that had not yet been completely buried in the earth could be seen.

Farther away from this glowing sea, one could see countless plots of land ripped apart by the shockwave, then devoid of life due to the lingering radiation. Withered and broken branches surrounded the glowing sea, enveloping it.

"Don't worry. There's something the commander wants in this glowing sea." M4 flipped through the task list Sun Yang had given based on his memory. "There's an Iron Guard outpost in the glowing sea, suspected to be a pre-war missile launch base. We need to locate its coordinates."

"Are you all okay? Oh, I forgot, you just need to wear power armor." The postman also opened his task list. "There's a lot to do. Should we split up?"

"I will assign the tasks. I will be in charge of commanding this operation. Rebellious team, can you hear me?" M4 asked in the channel.

[Very clear.] AK15 responded.

"Rebellious Team, you need to find a group of humans called 'Mechanical Masters'. You need to find the machine teams that attack indiscriminately in the wasteland and collect transmission signals. Find the factories that produce these machines and the humans in charge." M4 sent the order.

"No problem. If we run into that Mechanical Master, what should we do? Kill him or keep him alive?" AK12 took over the call.

"Yang's orders are to keep them alive. She's probably not a bad person, so just explain it to her. As for the other machines, it doesn't matter if they're all destroyed, as long as the production line remains." M4 flipped through the list. "By the way, the master mechanic here is a young human woman wearing a strange cyborg outfit. She possesses a wealth of knowledge in machine research."

[Roger that, M4, 15. Be careful not to kill the wrong person next time you attack.] The AK94's sound echoed, and the two teammates beside her responded.

"The AR team's mission is to recover useful technologies and resources scattered across Boston, and at the same time figure out the local social order. Yang has already told us part of the known information, and now we need to act separately. These are covert operations, and there will be no follow-up troop support and supplies, so proceed with caution." M4 said, and the members of the AR team around him nodded.

"What about me, Captain M4? What can a human like me do? As long as I'm not a waiter at a gay strip bar," said the Postman.

"Yang specifically told me before. Postman No. 111, you need to meet a very important person. A person who will definitely be a big name in the whole of Boston. You need to go to a place called Sanctuary Hills, where a shelter numbered 4 was built before the war. You need to go there to find a pre-war human who is trapped in a hibernation experiment." M111 marked the location of Shelter No. to Postman No. .

"Humans before the war? Aren't the only ones who have survived from before the war to now the ghouls? Are you saying that this person was really frozen from 2077 to 2282? Miss M4, although the boss has shown a lot of superstitious behavior, you have never been to this shelter, right?" The postman couldn't help but complain.

"There's nothing strange about these orders, so we will execute them. If the intelligence is wrong, then our responsibility is to clearly explore the environment of our current location." M4 would not question these orders at all.

"Okay, you have a point. So what should I do after I find this pre-war human? Take him around Boston? It's not easy to make a fake identity, and this is my first time in Boston." The postman spread his hands.

"Just say you're a mercenary who came from the West Coast to make a living. You're new here and don't know anyone. Yang's explanation is: no matter whether it's a man or a woman, this person should be a person with great leadership qualities. Build a good relationship with him, take him to fight in Boston, and get to know the local forces." M4 explained in great detail.

"Ah~ I get it. Team up with a newbie from the shelter who knows nothing to conceal my identity and collect local intelligence at the same time, right? This way, everyone's attention will be focused on this person from the shelter, and they will ignore the smart ideas of me, a seemingly ordinary wastelander. But the leadership temperament... Obviously, none of you have met him." The postman finally figured out the reason with his low intelligence and charm.

"It's not particularly espionage. According to the clues Yang provided, there should be a group called the Minutemen maintaining basic order in the local area. They are said to be doing a good job so far." M4 looked out the window, "But I don't think the city is well-maintained. At least I don't see many patrolling troops. Their number may not even be as many as the NCR troops deployed in Mojave."

"Our compatriots on the East Coast are a bit lame. It's been so long, NCR has developed its industry, but this side is still a pile of ruins. Although I understand that the East Coast was the place that suffered the most nuclear bombs before the war, it's been two hundred years! Why are there still radiation clouds! Are you the Great Rift Valley?!" The postman complained fiercely.

"I think it has something to do with the Iron Guard outpost launch base that stores nuclear warheads... or is there a damaged reactor ruin nearby? In any case, this is the part we need to explore next. Let me see Yang list some of the more important forces here." M4 took a look.

"The local armed forces are probably the Volunteers and the Gunners mercenary organization. These two groups are the most competitive in the local area. In addition, there are two organizations hidden in the dark: the Academy and the Railway. Postman, your task is to take the people you rescued to find the Volunteers, and if possible, to find trouble with the Gunners." M4 continued to assign tasks.

"Yang's idea is to have the Brotherhood of Steel and the Minutemen in Washington work together to eliminate the dangerous situation in Boston. He hopes you can mediate the relationship between the two parties and jointly manage the Washington and Boston areas. Yang has high hopes for you, Postman No. 4." M

"Hmm?! Wait a minute, why does this storyline sound so familiar to me? Why does it feel like a prequel to the NCR and the Western Brotherhood's epic battle? Oh my god, you're just going to give me this kind of mission so casually? I know the people in Washington, D.C., they're all good guys. For the Brotherhood of Steel, the kind of leader you attract will be who you are. But how can I be sure that the Minutemen in Boston aren't just some ruthless warlords? There aren't that many good people in the wasteland; it's already hard enough to find order."

"Regarding this... Yang's requirement is: no matter what, it doesn't matter who is in charge, as long as people in Boston can walk on the streets without worrying about bandits running around, as long as there is enough force and law to maintain order, and as long as the locals are treated better, that's enough." M4 said.

"Your request is not low. Okay, but I will try my best. I did it once in Mojave, and I can do it again here. I hope the residents of Boston will be enthusiastic enough." The postman closed his mouth after he finished speaking, watching the radioactive dust outside the window gradually fade, and then the blue sky appeared before his eyes.

The dilapidated ruins of Boston, D.C. on the East Coast, which still retained some of its pre-war prosperity, appeared before the humanoids.

The stealth helicopter quickly flew over the land. Unlike what M4 expected, Boston, DC, or the federal wasteland, was not as quiet as expected.

In those bustling neighborhoods, the pre-war nuclear bombs did not completely destroy the buildings. Although the remaining buildings are dilapidated, the reinforced concrete buildings have withstood the test of hundreds of years and still stand today.

The postman's eyes widened at the skyscrapers, which he had only seen in pre-war photographs. Hundreds of meters high buildings were piled up in a city area, densely packed like an ant nest.

"This isn't common on the West Coast. Is New Vegas really what it was like before the war? I thought it was just House's nonsense. It's hard to imagine there are more people crammed into this area than in the entire NCR and Mojave combined." The Postman cast his gaze downward from the rooftop. At the base of the towering jungle of skyscrapers, different gangs and races were engaged in low-frequency clashes.

In the streets littered with scrap metal and hand-built trenches, it seemed as if a burst of intense gunfire would break out at regular intervals.

A group of looters, bandits, and scavengers appeared out of nowhere and occupied a certain building. A few kilometers away, several super mutants roared and rushed towards the looters.

They had all kinds of weapons, but it was obvious that those scavengers were no match for the super mutants. Their weapons were of similar quality, but their physical performance was very different.

On a nearby overpass, soldiers in uniform, equipped with pre-war weapons and combat armor, could be seen fighting another group armed with iron pipe weapons, 10mm pistols, and laser Mauser rifles.

"Wait, is that a laser gun?" The postman in the helicopter pointed down. "How can cranking that handle charge a laser gun? This doesn't make sense! This, this doesn't make sense... But honestly, even if it's powerful enough, this method of shooting is too slow. The enemy has far more firepower than these people. They'll be finished soon."

The battle on the viaduct ended quickly. After losing two of their comrades, the men armed with iron-barreled rifles, iron-barreled pistols, and 10mm pistols quickly retreated—the postman couldn't tell if it was a retreat or a rout.

The man holding the hand-cranked laser gun could only fire a few shots before running back behind the others. The well-equipped party only briefly pursued the victory, not rushing out to expand the victory, but returning to their own position.

"These people wearing uniform clothes and protective gear seem to have certain tactical skills? But I don't see what these people are protecting. These people seem to be local mercenaries?" M4 said after taking a look around with his high-performance eyes.

"It's hard to say. Maybe it was a fight between the militia, disguised as well as well, and a group of gunmen preparing to infiltrate in disguise? Only what you see and hear is true. There's no point in making random guesses."

The postman spoke. She was taking one last look at her supply pack and ammunition reserves. An IMR submachine gun, a light laser rifle, and a plasma pistol—powerful enough weapons with ample ammunition. More than enough to protect her in this unfamiliar land.

The planes carrying the humanoid teams dispersed in various directions from Boston, each carrying a mission to be carried out and landing secretly in various places.

The Defiant Squad and their accompanying helicopters conducted a wide-area search and monitored signals within Boston, D.C. Their group left first, conducting patrol and search missions throughout Boston, D.C.

The AR team airdropped to several locations previously indicated by Sun Yang, recovered usable technical information, and conducted more detailed reconnaissance work from the ground.

In the end, the postman was left on the helicopter. She was the farthest away, needing to travel to Sanctuary Hills to the northwest. Boston's financial district, its various research buildings, and its factories immediately lost sight of her.

"Report if anything happens, Postman Six. Also, Oasis Base has cracked the terminal produced by Robert's company. You can now unlock it using the device integrated into your power suit." M4 said to Postman Six after jumping off the plane.

"You know what? I feel like I'm helping someone play a simulation game. You all have chosen the thrilling and interesting content, but I'm playing house with a stranger." The postman sat on the plane with an indifferent look.

[You're the only one here who's good at negotiation, Postman Six.] M4 tried to explain.

"I know, I know. I just hope the person I rescued isn't too ugly." The postman shrugged, and the invisible helicopter carried the last passenger to the Sanctuary Villa in the northwest.

266.5 General situation in the Boston area five years ago

This content may not be accurate. If there are any errors, please treat it as a secondary setting.

The Minutemen: They gained fame by defending Diamond City from a Super Mutant attack in 2180. Their castle fell to the Mirecrab Queen in 2240, and the Minutemen began to crumble. The Quincy Massacre wouldn't occur until 2287.

At this point in time, the crumbling Volunteers are struggling against various enemies in Boston, DC.

The Railroad: The Railroad moved its headquarters to the Main Control Room in 2281, the old base in the Railroad questline. It wasn't until 2287 that it moved from its headquarters to the basement of the Old North Church.

At this point in time, he is still very active in rescuing synths in the control room.

Brotherhood of Steel: The elder and his daughter from the original Fallout 2284 have died, and Arthur Maxon becomes the elder of the East Coast Brotherhood. The original story sends a team to Boston, DC in .

At this point in time, we are still in the preparation stage in Washington.

The timing of the Mechanicus's activity is uncertain, but it's certain that they didn't become active recently. This would have required at least a lengthy search and preparation phase, and the Rust Demons would likely have been active for some time. Therefore, these individuals and forces would have appeared around 2282.

267 Sanctuary Villa

"Okay, this is it." The postman landed outside a nearby gas station. After delivering the postman, the stealth helicopter quickly climbed up until the postman could no longer hear its noise.

"Hello? Uh, pilot number three?"

[The driver is here, Postman No. 6, any instructions?] The driver's clear voice came from the headset.

"No, no, I'm just checking. Can I call for fire support if necessary?"

"You can call for fire support or air support at any time. However, according to the commander's orders, we cannot make a large-scale presence in the Boston area for the time being, as this might scare the locals. Therefore, I can only airdrop supplies to the location you specify in advance, and fire support will mainly be high-altitude strikes." The helicopter pilot spoke incoherently.

[Also, I'm a member of the Heavy Armored Squadron. My name is a random number, so there's no need to record it. You can call me Driver, Pilot, Sky Fortress, or Eagle Knight. I need at least two hours of self-inspection every day, and the rest of the time this helicopter will be at your service. So there's a one in twelve chance that I won't be able to provide support.]

"That's impressive. I've never seen air support in my life. Well, it's been nice chatting with you, I'm going to get down to business." The postman hung up the phone and strode towards Sanctuary Villa.

There doesn't seem to be anyone living nearby. Looking at the map, Shelter Villa looks like a good place surrounded by water, but I don't know why no one has settled here.

The postman walked across a dilapidated wooden bridge, and the fresh, moist air of the East Coast made her feel much better. At least it was better here than the maddeningly dry Mojave Desert.

"I wonder if my clothes will look a little strange here?" The postman looked at the power suit disguised as an elite riot suit. Although it was very handsome, it was rarely seen in NCR, let alone the East Coast.

But remembering the predators he'd seen earlier, whose armor was made of metal plates, tape, and leather, the Postman felt that his outfit wasn't that strange after all—at most, it was just too conspicuous.

But she wasn't worried about that. She just had to brag about being a hero from the West Coast, and the people here would definitely treat her as a mentally ill outsider.

Sometimes being conspicuous is not a bad thing. Who would care about a stranger who came from outside and made up a set of bragging stories?

The postman continued down the street. This neighborhood must have been quite beautiful before the war, with large bungalows and large gardens in front and behind the houses. It looked like the model neighborhoods featured in pre-war newspapers.

But now, the postman could only see these houses crawling with giant radioactive cockroaches and swollen-headed moths. The postman avoided these houses and moved deeper.

(These images may cause psychological discomfort to some readers, so they are not included. If you are interested, you can search for them yourself.)

In front of one of the houses, the postman found a Mr. Handy robot diligently maintaining the front yard. It used its mechanical claws and circular saw to carefully trim the weeds that had grown in front of the yard.

It seems these hoverbots are quite common on both the West and East Coasts. However, most of the time, the Postman faces a different type of Mr./Ms. Thug machine. These usually work alongside Iron Guard robots, and upon seeing the Postman, they charge at him, firing lasers and swinging buzzsaws.

"It's rare to see a skillful robot working seriously. Hey, robot, where is your owner?" The postman went up to talk to him naturally.