In the square in the center of the large iron factory facing the geothermal energy well, under the blazing flames and with countless workers watching, hundreds of key members of the Wuyou Cult were escorted out.
After several days of torture, their bodies were damaged to varying degrees.
Many of them supported each other and staggered forward.
The heavy shackles dragged on the ground, making harsh sounds and a series of weak sparks.
However, there is neither the fear of approaching death nor the indifference and confusion when practicing "Wangyou Jue" on their faces, only a touch of joy and relief.
Everyone hummed an ancient and warm tune softly, holding hands and shoulder to shoulder, walking towards their own ending, and leaving their last smile to the workers watching around them.
Different from the impassioned and passionate war song that Li Yao played over the big iron factory more than half a month ago, this tune is almost as low as the dust, and as dim as the unextinguished coal core in the ashes, but full of "moistening" The appeal of "Things are silent".
After the riot failed, the workers who voluntarily stayed behind were already disheartened.
They dragged their zombie-like bodies and embedded themselves deep in the assembly lines and mines, leaving them at the mercy of the immortal cultivators.
But the smiles of Xu Zhicheng, "Teacher" Shidun Hanzi and others in the scene before them, as well as their gentle humming, reawakened the workers' sleeping hearts, as if a handful of adulterated food had been sprinkled into their throats.
The complex taste of salt, soft white sugar, came to my mind again.
I don’t know who started it first, but all the workers joined Xu Zhicheng and others and sang softly together.
Maybe they have long forgotten the lyrics, maybe they even remember the rhythm in fragments, and even some young workers have never heard this melody, but this melody was actually engraved in their genes a long time ago, and they only need to muster the courage to let go Open your throat and the sound will flow out naturally.
Such a warm melody makes the cultivator feel a chill to the bone.
Li Minghui had never seen such a scene.
Even the shocking war song during the Wuyou Cult riot more than half a month ago seemed not as strange and terrifying as the almost murmuring chants of the workers at this moment.
"No singing, no singing!"
The cultivator waved his electromagnetic war whip, threw out balls of dazzling ball lightning in mid-air, and roared at the top of his lungs.
The singing was like a calm ocean, quickly swallowing up these small sparks.
Since the workers are already despairing, they will naturally no longer be afraid of the threat from the cultivators.
Li Minghui did not dare to go on a killing spree.
Most of the workers fled, and it was not easy to mobilize new workers and psychic puppets.
He only had these available people at hand, and it was difficult to complete the production tasks assigned by Yue Wushuang. , if he arouses the anger of the workers again and fails to complete the task, even he will be buried with these lowly bastards!
Li Minghui could only grit his teeth and order his subordinates and combat puppets to separate the workers as much as possible and not give them a chance to gather in a group.
Then he ordered the executioner to execute the execution quickly to avoid a long night of nightmares.
He had originally prepared a colorful, benevolent and powerful verdict.
I'm also going to wait until I cut off these people's heads before talking about it.
The entire large iron factory is like this, with dead silence and chaos coexisting in a very contradictory way, like the ocean before a storm, or a volcano about to erupt with magma.
This scene could be seen clearly by the sneak attacker lying on the abandoned rock wall southwest of the large iron factory in a hidden mine.
Including the new firepower settings of the large iron factory at this moment, as well as the number of elite guardsmen and witch hunters and patrol routes, all turned into waterfall-like data and shiny translucent route maps, and the crystal light screen beside the attacker The previous ones emerged one by one.
The blond boy carried a heavy anti-shield sniper rifle, locked fire points one after another, and set the corresponding shooting parameters.
There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he said anxiously: "Sister Long, Protector Xu They are about to be executed by the immortal cultivators.
How long do we have to wait before we can go down and save them?"
"I have said it many times along the way, and now I will say it one last time.
We are not here to save people, but to kill them.
If you really want to save them, go and save them yourself!"
Long Yangjun tied his waterfall-like black hair into a ball behind his head, holding a blue dagger in his mouth.
His face was as cold as iron, "There are so many elite guards and witch hunters below, as well as the devil Yue Wushuang."
The female devil of the Inquisition is personally in charge, how to save her?
"Don't underestimate Yue Wushuang.
Although she was not the most famous or outstanding among all the gods in the empire in the past few decades, she was largely dragged down by the weakening of the Demon Tribunal.
"Judging from her battle performance in the past few months, she is definitely worthy of the words 'cunning, unpredictable and ruthless'.
The results of the Demon Tribunal's past hundreds of years of slaying demons and studying nether energy have all been condensed into her. .
“How is it possible to rescue so many workers and Ashoka followers under her nose?
"Finding the opportunity to kill her is already the most ideal result.
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As for whether the control of the immortal cultivators over the large iron factory will collapse after killing her, and how many workers and worry-free believers can escape, then just ask for your blessings. !”
Li Jialing said anxiously: "But" "No buts!"
Long Yangjun glared at the young man fiercely, "Do you think I like to come back here?
Do you think I am full of food or suffering from mental illness, so I am willing to go back to the big iron factory that is heavily guarded by immortal cultivators?
hero?
"I was seriously injured, ran out of ammunition and food, and was chased by the two transformed gods with no way out, so I had to fight back and try my luck here!
"Listen, we have very little ammunition, fuel, and spiritual energy reserves left.
We can only hold on to a short assault battle at most.
We will never be able to continue to tangle with the immortal cultivators, let alone have the ability to create extraneous problems.
"Now within a few hundred miles, only the large iron works store enough resources for us to get effective supplies, and no one would have thought that we would have the courage to fight back, so this is the safest place.
This is where we risk our return."
The reason, the only reason!
"In the past few days, we have tried our best to escape the pursuit of the two avatars and secured a golden opportunity.
However, the enchantment formation we set up cannot deceive them for too long.
Once the trick is exposed, they will definitely We will react soon and return to defend the big iron factory as quickly as possible.
We only have six hours to half a day at most; at least, they will come out from behind us in five minutes at least!
"With one against three, I am definitely no match, so I must kill the 'Moon Demon' Yue Wushuang before the other two avatars appear, and then get enough supplies to recharge my batteries to face the new enemy.
"After killing Yue Wushuang, if we only deal with two avatars, there is still room for maneuver or even reversal.
Otherwise, just wipe the neck and hang yourself!
"Anyway, now is not the time to be benevolent.
Remember your mission clearly, and then pray that I can kill Yue Wushuang smoothly.
If so, maybe a few of the people below will survive; if you are still half-hearted and worrying about gains and losses, Don’t even think about saving anyone!”
"I, I understand, I'm sorry, Sister Long."
Li Jialing lowered his head in shame.
After a while, he asked with concern, "Sister Long, how is your injury?"
"Can't die."
Long Yangjun's face was pale and expressionless, and there was a gloomy chill in his eyes.
He said word by word, "I, Long Yangjun, can't kill just any cat or dog.
Three transformation gods are not enough.
I need at least ten." !”
"I don't know where Brother Yao has gone."
Li Jialing hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It would be nice if he were here."
"Don't mention this beast in front of me!"
As expected, Long Yangjun said angrily, "If he hadn't... deceived me with his sweet words, how could I have fallen into this damn whirlpool in a daze, and ended up getting burned!
"I asked him to run away with good intentions at first, but he refused to run away, and instead went up to risk his life with dignity.
But when we were all dragged into the water by him, he ran away sneakily?
What a scumbag!
"Let me tell you, the biggest mistake I made in my life was knowing your eldest brother, a scumbag, and for a moment I actually regarded him as a good friend; and the second biggest mistake I made was being stupid enough to trust him.
Oh my god, now that I think about it, I’m so ashamed of myself.
How could I be so obsessed with him at that time?”
"this……" Li Jialing thought for a while and said, "Actually, we can't blame Sister Long for being obsessed with things.
The main reason is that Brother Yao is too cunning and good at sensationalism."
"So, if he still dares to appear in front of me"
Long Yangjun said fiercely, "I will never give him a chance to speak again.
I'll just kill him with one sharp knife.
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Then the world will be quiet and the universe will be peaceful!"
Li Jialing didn't know how to answer, so he had to concentrate on the sight.
In the scope, on the execution ground, the executioner wearing a steel mask has launched the chain sword, and the gleaming saw teeth are spinning rapidly.
Xu Zhicheng and others were suppressed to the ground by the battle puppet.
In the struggle with steel, their backs straightened up even more.
Li Jialing swallowed hard, his palms were wet, and every muscle in his body was tense, unable to resist the urge to pull the trigger toward the executioner's forehead.
For some reason, the image of Li Yao covered in blood and fighting against ten thousand people appeared in his mind.
Did Brother Yao really run away?
A one-in-a-billion miracle is really impossible.
Are they really unable to save everyone?
The executioner raised his chain sword high, and the first person to bear the brunt was the Great Protector Xu Zhicheng.
Li Jialing saw Xu Zhicheng's smile through the scope, and his fingers almost screamed and then exploded.
"Let's do it."
At this moment, Long Yangjun patted his butt gently, "I have locked Yue Wushuang's position!"