The Great Tiecheng at this moment is completely different from that of more than half a month ago.
After experiencing the "baptism" of the Wuyou Cult riots, most of the factories and mines were riddled with holes, covered with gunpowder smoke and dust.
The ruins and collapsed rubble were not cleaned in time, and were piled together indiscriminately, like high-rise tombs.
Bag.
Because most of the old, weak, women and children had been evacuated by Long Yangjun and Li Jialing, the originally vibrant and bustling slums had turned into a dead silence.
Occasionally, some dull-looking residents poked their heads out of the ruins, but there was no sparkle in their eyes.
I can't tell whether it is a human being or a ghost, a human being or a ghost.
In order to withstand the wrath of the cultivators, a large number of able-bodied workers voluntarily stayed.
In order to resume production as soon as possible, the cultivators did not put too much trouble on these workers for the time being.
Among the ghostly ruins, the smelting furnaces and assembly lines started to "rumble" again.
The workers seemed to have vented all the anger in their bodies during the riot, and now they all turned into exhausted, lifeless fish, at the mercy of the immortal cultivators.
However, the immortal cultivators are still strengthening the war preparations of the large iron factory day by day.
Carloads of troops and battle puppets are transported underground every day.
Their armors and firearms are engraved with the shining three-star lightning war emblem, and there are even raised skulls behind the three-star lightning as a background.
The skull and three-star lightning war emblem is the symbol of the elite of the Royal Guards.
In the early days of the True Human Empire, it was the symbol of death.
Even now, the Royal Forest Army has weakened, but it is not comparable to the private soldiers put together by the Black Iron Group.
Not to mention that among the elite members of the Imperial Guard, there are also some women wearing cloaks who hide in the shadows all the time.
They are like black mist spewing out from the mouth, nose, eyes, ears and pores all over the body, giving people a shuddering feeling that is freezing to the bone.
These women are the most feared evil stars on the entire Celestial Star, the witch hunters of the Demon Tribunal.
Every day, countless elite guardsmen and witch hunters come to the big iron factory with a large number of ground-drilling chariots and magic weapons suitable for underground combat.
They use the big iron factory as a transit station.
After taking a short rest, they go down deeper into the ground to see.
The mastermind of the Wuyou Cult riot was indeed determined to capture Li Yao and Long Yangjun at all costs.
The large iron factory has completely turned into an arsenal and a large barracks, like a hedgehog covered with spikes.
Naturally, there is no need to worry about the rabble of the Wuyou Cult causing trouble again.
But Li Minghui, the owner of the large iron factory and president of the Black Iron Group, was not happy at all.
Although after narrowly escaping, it was Li Minghui who personally went to his new godfather, the Li family elder, to ask for help, asking him to send troops to help him suppress the Wuyou Cult riot and take back the big iron factory.
But the events that followed were far beyond his expectation and control.
They continued to escalate at a lightning speed.
Even the elites of the Royal Forest Army and the Demon Tribunal, who are currently hot on the surface, were involved.
It was very likely that the reformists were involved.
The leader, the Imperial Queen Li Linghai!
Li Minghui couldn't help but groan secretly.
He knew that although he was a powerful Nascent Soul, in the middle of the star sea where there were as many Nascent Souls as dogs, in the high-level struggle where the giants of at least the level of gods were squeezing and devouring each other, the low-level Nascent Soul stage was really too small.
No matter how small the chess piece is, anyone can crush it to death with just a little finger.
Just say that now, the operation of the large ironworks has completely deviated from his orbit, and it is a bit "expropriated" by the reformists.
Instead of getting any benefits, he has to spend his life savings to serve all parties.
He cannot afford to offend him.
The old monster who transformed into a god, as well as the imperial guards and The arrogant general of the Heavenly Demon Tribunal still has to work hard to find a way to maintain the production of the large iron factory, and works overtime to refine the magic weapon components that are urgently needed by "the superiors".
The daily expenses are astronomical, and it is almost on his mind every day. , cut the flesh alive!
It's easy to ask for help but hard to send.
Now Li Minghui knows what this sentence means.
But what can he do?
Today's imperial capital is no longer what it was a year or six months ago.
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Even the imperial prime minister and His Majesty the Emperor can be killed without any reason.
Even the four electorate families will be driven out of Jitianjie and Tianjixing by the reformists.
In the face of the rapid changes of the times, Li Minghui is nothing.
He can still keep his head on his neck, but his ancestral graves are smoking.
Just say that right now, the woman who is sitting in his office, behind his desk, on his office chair, without even looking at him, is someone he absolutely cannot afford to offend.
Li Minghui was hunched over like a frozen lobster, with sweat dripping from his forehead and back.
A smile uglier than crying appeared on his face, and he didn't even dare to express his anger.
It's not just that the opponent's cultivation level is a whole level higher than his, but that he is a senior transformation god with a notorious reputation.
What's more, because the other party is the core figure of the reformist faction, the right-hand man of Her Royal Highness the Queen, the master of the Demon Tribunal, and the leader of all witch hunters, Yue Wushuang!
With the fall of the Empire's Prime Minister Dongfang Wang, the Demon Hunters Association also fell apart, and its leader Dongfang Mingyue disappeared.
Currently, the Empire is only left with the Demon Tribunal, a secret service agency.
In the battle of the reformists to expel the four electorate families, the Demon Tribunal also made great contributions.
Several imperial senators were even invited to the Demon Tribunal as guests and then disappeared without a trace, without even a hair on their head.
None were left.
With the reformist faction completely occupying the Jitian Realm and Tianji Star, the current Heavenly Demon Tribunal has become an existence that all the immortal cultivators in the imperial capital are afraid of.
There are really those cultivators who committed suicide after being named by the Heavenly Demon Tribunal.
The mistress of the Demon Tribunal was sitting on her office chair drinking tea.
Li Minghui could still hold on to his legs without shaking.
He was considered a tough guy.
Of course, the more important reason is that "Moon Demon" Yue Wushuang didn't focus on him at all.
He didn't even look at him once after being underground for so long.
He completely regarded him as an insignificant dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
Even now, Yue Wushuang is still staring intently at the three-dimensional battle video suspended on her desk.
The video recorded the smoky and chaotic fighting scene in the entire large iron factory during the Wuyou Cult riot more than half a month ago.
Although she had seen it at least three hundred times, Yue Wushuang still wanted to bury her face in the three-dimensional light screen just like she did when she saw it for the first time.
Especially when Li Yao, Long Yangjun and Li Jialing appeared on the screen, she had to pause the video and observe it carefully from every angle, as if she wanted to see every mottled and blurry detail.
In the middle, I can see flowers blooming.
After watching the battle video from beginning to end, Yue Wushuang withdrew her cold gaze from the three-dimensional light screen, but covered her expression with a cloak, without even looking at Li Minghui, and said calmly: "Elder Li Instructor Song, your people will lead us to hunt him down.
Is there any latest news?"
Elder Li is "Demon Abyss" Li Jianyi.
Instructor Song is the "Broken Star Sword" Song Huanzhen.
Both of them were originally the top powerhouses of the four Elector families, but they were subdued by the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi in the underground palace battle and turned to the reformist camp.
This time, they went deep underground to suppress the Wuyou Cult uprising and hunted down Li Yao, Li Jialing and the three incarnations of "Dongfang Mingyue", namely Yue Wushuang, Li Jianyi and Song Huanzhen.
After the three of them teamed up to injure Dongfang Mingyue Long Yangjun, Li Jianyi and Song Huanzhen led their elite soldiers to pursue him.
Yue Wushuang had other important matters, so he stayed at the large iron factory to take command.
Hearing her voice, Li Minghui shuddered coldly in his heart, and took a breath and said: "In response to what President Yue said, not yet, the underground world is intricately intertwined, with many gaps and forks, and various rock formations with different properties.
It hinders the stimulation of the search spirit.
If the opponent casually digs into the nook and cranny, it will be difficult to find it.
Also, if the opponent simply dies deep underground, then finding the corpse will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Although my people have been underground for decades, they are not natives here.
They seldom move too far away from the big iron factory, so, so..."
"Um?"
Yue Wushuang snorted coldly and said, "Since there is no news, what are you doing here?"
A cold snort almost knocked away Li Minghui's three souls and seven souls.
He stood for a long time with a pale face, lowered his head even further, and said respectfully: "I...
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I want to ask President Yue about the people in the prison.
How to deal with the leader of Wuyou Cult?
"They seemed to have been seriously injured during the interrogation in the past few days.
Several of them had their brains burned out.
Two more died this morning.
I don't know whether I should keep these people.
I am willing to help them treat them and keep them a dog.
I am afraid that President Yue has other plans, this..."
"This is a small matter, you just have to deal with it."
Yue Wushuang said, "The Wuyou Sect is just a small fish.
The important thing is the fishkeepers behind the small fish.
Their brains have all been hollowed out.
They have no use value in the first place.
They can be dealt with however they want.
"Wait a minute, how is your refining progress now?
It seems to be 15% behind the expected target, right?"
"Yes, yes...15.5% behind."
Li Minghui said with a bitter face, "President Yue Mingjian, a riot broke out just over half a month ago.
Almost all supporting factories were razed to the ground, and most of the workers lost their lives.
It's amazing that production can be resumed so quickly."
It’s a big miracle, my subordinates really tried their best.”
"I don't understand production.
This is your business.
I don't care what method you use, even if you fill yourself into the refining furnace, you must catch up with the plan within the next month.
Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands.
Fill it in."
Yue Wushuang said expressionlessly, "The leaders of the Wuyou Cult, including Xu Zhicheng, drag them out in the afternoon and punish them in front of all the workers.
"Then, you tell the workers that if they can complete the goal in one month, I will forgive all their sins, including their families.
If they can't, then what Xu Zhicheng is today will be what they will be tomorrow.
"Let them cherish the hard-won job opportunities they have now and don't force me to go on a killing spree.
One day, the big iron factory won't even leave a single living ant alive!"