I have a city in another world

Chapter 6213: Robbery on the Road
Kant was wearing a rag robe with many large patches sewn with ropes made from wild grass fibers.

He was barefoot, as was most of the refugees.

A strong odor emanated from this piece of torn clothes, but no one around cared.

Everyone's clothes, shoes and hats were basically the same. Some people were even shirtless, revealing their bony and thin bodies.

A group of refugees on the road basically looked like this, walking numbly in the wilderness.

The refugees in the Tower City world have lives as tenacious as weeds. Even in adversity, they can still survive tenaciously.

This strange situation may be related to the rules of the world, which makes it less easy for refugees to die.

Having tenacious vitality is not necessarily a good thing, as it may lead to more pain.

"Big brother, do you think we can really reach the Immortal Tower City this time?"

Next to Kant was a young man wearing an old leather coat with almost all the fur falling off, and holes in the coat that allowed one to stick his arms out.

Judging from the appearance of this fur, it has been worn for many years and has probably had more than one owner.

This is very common, as a piece of clothing is often worn for many years and sometimes passed down from one generation to the next.

There are also some unscrupulous tomb robbers who specialize in digging graves, stripping clothes from corpses and selling them.

But there are still many refugees who buy this kind of clothes.

This situation occurs because the structure of the Tower City world is quite extreme. The vast majority of resources are controlled by the Tower City, and the refugees can only obtain a small part of them.

Perhaps in order to save operating costs, the resources in the Tower City world are not abundant, which is a huge difference from the normal world of the heavens.

To give a simple example, the total number of plants and animals in the world of the heavens is one million species, while in the world of tower cities there are only ten thousand species at most.

The special world mode makes the resources controlled by large cities, and the refugees can obtain very few supplies from the wilderness.

Over time, the situation became more and more serious, and the refugees became poorer and poorer.

The vast majority of refugees are in poverty and are truly homeless.

Many refugees have been wandering from birth to death, just to find a place where they can have enough food and warm clothes.

Once some things become habits, it is difficult to change them back. Homeless people who are used to wandering are less likely to choose to settle down.

They would rather carry their tents and wander to different places, like sheep being herded by a shepherd.

The difference is that sheep are driven by shepherds, but refugees wander on their own initiative, and the root cause is the serious lack of resources.

If one can live and work in peace and contentment, who would be willing to wander around, endure the cold wind and night dew every day, and live a life with no food to eat.

Kant, who was disguised as a refugee, smiled and nodded after hearing this question.

"Sure."

Hearing Kant's answer, the young refugee smiled, with a hint of longing on his face.

“If the Immortal Tower City is really the same as the legend says, it would be perfect.

When I get there, I will build a spacious and bright house, buy a car that I can drive, marry a wife, have a bunch of children, and live in the Immortal City from now on, and never wander around again..."

The young refugee's face was full of longing and he couldn't help but smile foolishly, as if all his dreams had come true.

When the refugees nearby heard the young man's plans and dreams, they all showed sneering expressions.

Although I say these wishful thinking, I actually have the same expectation in my heart, hoping that everything can come true.

At this time, a cold voice came from not far away.

"A bunch of damn bugs, daydreaming here, but just deceiving yourself."

When everyone heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.

Suddenly, several figures walked out from the woods not far away. Judging from their attire, they were clearly monks from the Romilou City.

In the woods behind them, there were some wild warriors, who should be their servants and subordinates.

Judging from their appearance, they clearly have bad intentions.

Didn't they say that when the city of Romi was attacked, the monks sent out returned to rescue at the same time? What about these Romi monks in front of me?

The group of thousands of refugees quickly fell into a state of deep panic and anxiety when faced with several monks from Loucheng.

It was like a large group of rabbits encountering a group of vicious wolves. They didn't have the courage to resist at all.

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and when everyone was trembling, he took the initiative to stand up. "What do you want to do? Didn't you receive the order to let all the refugees and caravans pass?"

Hearing Kant's question, a Romi monk sneered.

"You are well-informed and even know the order that Loucheng just issued.

The fact is that it is true, but it does not mean that it must be implemented. Do you understand what I mean?"

Several Romani monks showed a teasing look on their faces and looked at Kant with mocking eyes.

It was like a group of vicious cats teasing a dying mouse.

"From what you said, you are going to disobey orders and ignore the orders issued by Romilou City.

Aren't you afraid of being punished by the rules of the Tower City?"

Kant was indeed a little surprised. He did not expect such a change to happen. It was not within his expectations.

"If no one knows, there is no such thing as disobedience."

The leading monk, Brother Romi, looked Kant up and down and felt that he was different from the other refugees.

There are indeed many characters in the group of refugees. Some of them may join the tower city, some may establish a tower city, and some may even have the opportunity to dominate a region.

The refugee before him certainly does not have those opportunities, for he will be buried here today.

However, the most likely possibility is that it was eaten by wild beasts and monsters and was eaten until not even a bone was left.

"Stop talking nonsense, kill them all!"

Another Romi monk gave orders impatiently, and a group of warriors and cultivators behind him also showed ferocious faces.

Holding various weapons in hand, they rushed towards the desperate refugees, trying to kill them all.

The refugees had no idea why they were being killed, they only knew that the faster they ran the better.

If you were a step slower, you might have died on the spot.

Just as a bloody massacre was about to begin, a sharp sound was suddenly heard.

The two wild cultivators who rushed in the front fell directly to the ground, with two bloody holes on their bodies.

When the other monks and warriors saw this, they were shocked and looked at Kant who was holding a weapon.

It is well known that there are wild cultivators among the refugees, and some of them are masters.

However, there is still a big gap compared to the monks in Loucheng, especially when they are alone and weak, they can be easily surrounded and killed.

At this moment, Kant became the target of siege.

Seeing a group of wild warriors rushing towards him aggressively, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Kant's eyes.

These warriors and cultivators who were born as refugees willingly became running dogs and helped Brother Romi massacre innocent refugees.

There will be no psychological burden in killing these bastards.

The gun held by Kant has a powerful armor-piercing effect, and its firing rate is astonishingly fast.

It is no exaggeration to say that the power of this firearm far exceeds that of low-level offensive spells.

Ammunition can be replenished quickly, does not consume mana when used, and can be fired continuously and instantly.

For monks, the power of firearms is no less than that of magical weapons, and ordinary people can kill monks with them.

Kant used the two guns to perfection. As the gunshots continued, warriors and monks were knocked down one after another.

Among them were two warrior monks who also used firearms, but were killed by Kant with headshots during the shootout.

Several Romi monks were surprised when they saw this. They didn't expect Kant's spear fighting skills to be so powerful.

Seeing a group of his servants constantly dying at the hands of Kant's gun, they also prepared to join the battle.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a huge monster floated above the forest, followed by figures falling from the sky.

When several Romani monks saw this, they had a bad feeling and turned around and fled without hesitation.

"If you want to escape, ask your uncle first if he allows it!"

Kant snorted coldly and ran straight towards a Romi monk.

This guy was the most arrogant, and Kant was prepared to beat him beyond recognition, so that even his own mother wouldn't be able to recognize him.