Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

When these words were spoken, there were mixed reactions in the mine tunnel.

The priests were skeptical at first, but then they remembered that after witnessing a colleague being sentenced to death by being thrown into a pool of blood, no one dared to lie at this time to gain credit and favor, and their emotions turned into surprise and envy.

Finding fuel was originally the preacher's personal will and mission, and their sect didn't seem to be in urgent need of it, but this did not prevent the status of those who completed the task from being further improved in the sect.

Of course, some people think that this is a good thing for the entire mountain people after all, so they can't help but feel relieved while feeling regretful.

Only the preacher was a little excited, contrary to his usual expression. His beehive claws pressed on the rock-cut chair armrests, trembling slightly as if he had used up all his strength to restrain the action of standing up immediately. The beehive prince took a deep breath and said, "Except for the outskirts where the wild people are, we have searched the rest of the city and mine tunnels in Ai Mine Town. We have collected what we should collect, but we found nothing... Where did you find it?"

"Where is the storage location?"

"How much is it?"

"This..." The Blood Moon Priest who reported it was stunned and looked at his subordinates around him. The Silver Moon Guard whispered a few words in his ear again, but this time his face changed and he stammered.

"Go on." A colleague urged.

"Report to the Lord, we haven't found out the exact number yet..." The priest said this, and then quickly added, "But it is at least the capacity of an entire pack animal caravan."

The preacher frowned.

"Caravan?" Someone observed and shouted, "Well done, Jian Xiao, you actually brought outsiders in!"

"What if they are Blood Hunters in disguise? Do they want to bury everyone?!"

The mountain folks actually did not reject outsiders. When they first established the Witcher sect, they naturally wanted to unite all the "blood remnants", such as the city dwellers who had not yet committed cannibalism and the survivors who had been killed, as well as some wild folk who had strayed in, and finally they all successfully joined.

But as time went by, there were fewer and fewer such people. Apart from the underground mines, the ground was full of cannibal tribes and blood hunters who wanted to take their heads in exchange for a bounty.

——The mountain people are not afraid of ordinary people, but there are a few special beings in the blood hunt.

An average Blood Hunter could kill more than a dozen people, penetrate deep into Ai Mine Town and then shuttle back, which was already quite remarkable; but the Witcher Cult knew clearly that there was a group of Blood Hunters, each of whom had the blood of at least hundreds of his compatriots on their hands.

And it still lingers.

Some people suspect that they have never even left and have been living among the cannibal tribe.

He is also one of the strong enemies.

It is impossible for such an external world to make people feel close to it.

Under the glorious lantern, there seemed to be a swaying shadow, which was the same omen as when the Blood Moon Priest was killed before.

"They are not outsiders..." Unexpectedly, facing the accusation, Jian Xiao, the Blood Moon Priest, did not waver. His pressure seemed to come from another direction. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke:
"One of them is the gray one."

"Ash?"

"You mean...Old Gray?"

"Mr. Gray..."

"That traitor!"

At this moment, the whole audience went into an uproar.

Except for a small number of fanatics and young confidants, most of those who can become Blood Moon Priests in the Witcher Sect are old people, who have witnessed or even organized the Bloody Rebellion.

Distant memories came to their minds as they all thought of the other Hive Prince, their comrade-in-arms and military advisor during the Bloody Rebellion. Although his status was not high at the time and his decision-making weight was limited, he had already demonstrated his talent for planning. It could be said that if it had not been for Gray's final decision to allow the survivors to retreat underground instead of getting entangled with the coalition forces, it would be another matter whether the remaining 'bloody remnants' could have been preserved.

But he was captured.

After that, his life or death was unknown.

Due to the heavy blockades set up by the coalition forces on Ai Mine Town, the mountain people have no way of knowing the news from the outside world, and Gray's identity is mysterious and hidden even in the eyes of the world, let alone being reported back here.

And just like the Witcher sect's redefinition of the Bloody Rebellion, almost all the initiators and organizers were identified as traitors of the mountain people, and Gray was naturally among them.

However, listening to the discussions on the field, apart from a few fanatics who were shouting and cursing, the rest of the Blood Moon Priests were shocked but their tone was more complicated...

Even a little nostalgic.

Of course, many of the traitors identified by the Witcher sect were genuine - with the failure of the Bloody Rebellion, facing famine and the crackdown by the Imperial Alliance, there were inevitably defectors.

It also caused a lot of damage.

However, if people who are familiar with Gray were to tell him that he was captured and rebelled at the last moment... they know that not everyone has an unyielding will, but the Hive Prince is definitely one of them.

However, for the stability of the Witcher sect, this dirty water must be thrown on.

Besides, even if people believe in something, no one can guarantee that they can grasp people's hearts.

Even the machines don't dare to say that.

But now, they have learned that Hui is still alive, and that he has sent people to penetrate the barriers of Ai Mine Town and deliver the resources they need...

It turns out that there are so many people who are unwilling to believe from the beginning... Jian Xiao saluted with his head still bowed respectfully, but when he heard the reactions of the people around him, he couldn't help but think so.

I'm afraid that the reason why the jurisdiction under my management is willing to receive the other party is largely because of this reason.

I still have expectations in my heart.

Seeing the reaction of the Blood Moon Priest, the Preacher's excitement died down and he quickly calmed down. He squinted his eyes and secretly looked at them and Jian Xiao, feeling a little surprised.

He really didn't expect that the priests, who were extremely respectful on weekdays, would involuntarily violate the koan set by the sect just when they heard the name "Gray".

Although it is not very obvious.

But the preacher saw how important the Bloody Rebellion was in the memories of these older generations.

——As expected of the ‘remnant’.

The Beehive Prince sneered in his heart.

He was nearly drowned by the blood that covered his throat, and even if he could only survive by eating the crops grown on his corpse... he still held on to his old ideals and refused to let go.

But it was me who saved you!

The preacher was somewhat skeptical: Right now, it was just a rumor that the foreign caravan had the participation of Gray, but the Blood Moon priests were so shaken...

What if the other party comes in person?
Can my prestige as a leader compare to his?

Could it be that the sect that I had worked so hard to build would collapse because of this...

A series of questions and assumptions rolled through the preacher's mind, and finally turned into anger.

He made up his mind:

The original plan turned out to be correct. These remnants of the old era could never form an ark to the new world.

But it is possible...

Become "fuel".

However, since we are already here... the preacher thought... the fuel carried by those caravans will undoubtedly be of better quality. It would be fine to accept it, and it would also speed up the progress... No, there is still a risk...

The Hive Prince had secretly memorized the names of those with strange faces on the field. With just one order from him, Shadow could kill them all, leaving only those who truly believed in Witcher. This was not just for cleansing.

Still a necessary step.

"Preacher...My Lord!" At this moment, a Silver Moon Guard suddenly broke into the mine hall where the priests were meeting, and stumbled in front of the preacher.

No one scolded him for his recklessness, because the Blood Moon Priests could see clearly that the guard's chain mail was stained with blood that was brighter than his robes, and his body was in tatters.

"The army of the United City... We have found out..." The Silver Moon Guard used up his last breath and uttered a name: "It's Tian Xin Li Zheng!"

Then he fell to the ground and died.

……

Wu Laowu opened his bloody mouth and bit hard, knocking a Silver Moon guard to the ground. The old soldier's heart was filled with wild desires for blood, flesh, and food.

He has become a true cannibal. Not only his nerves and thinking, but even his body has changed. However, he still looks like a human.

However, when he actually bit down, he missed and there was a creepy sound of teeth clashing - an iron bridle, like a restraint for a vicious dog, was firmly buckled on his mouth.

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Perfect fit.

"Perfect work," the researcher from Colons adjusted his glasses, "isn't it?"

Flesh and blood were right before his eyes, but his desire could never be satisfied. The hunger in his stomach was like a beast from the inside out, capable of tearing Wu Laowu to pieces - he had indeed turned into a beast. Even without relying on weapons, just relying on his mutated claws, the cannibal soldiers had torn the overwhelmed Silver Moon Guards in half.

Blood was falling from the sky.

The beast raised its head excitedly and stretched its neck to catch the little bit of blood that leaked from the bridle.

behind it.

There were countless similar monsters charging towards the mountain people's team and engaging in battle.

“Isn’t that a bit too cruel?”

Someone asked in a low voice in the command tent.

"Those who disobey military orders should be punished with death." A general from Kaidun City replied, "And General Tianxin knew long ago that if he wanted to get deeper into Aikuang Town, he could only exchange blood for blood and pave the way with every pieced-together corpse."

The vanguard was originally a group of death warriors.

This is the predetermined sacrifice.

No one can escape.

The Bloody Rebellion... was originally the name of the United Cities. It was a color stained by the blood of the emperor and the untouchables, and the corpses of countless rebels and coalition soldiers. The Bloody Rebellion was suppressed, and prisoners were killed and their heads rolled... But at the same time, this rebellion also interrupted the rise of the Southern United City, and perhaps even the entire United Cities.

Heaven’s will is to be righteous, so how can it be possible to forgive?
Blood feud can only be washed away with blood, no matter the cost!
The general in plain clothes was covered in blood and was standing on the top of the rock. Behind him was a bloody road paved with corpses, spreading out like two wings.

And in his hand, he had just crushed the throat of a remnant.

A dozen affairs officers hurriedly followed, and one of them wanted to reach out and take off Tian Xin Li Zheng's clothes, but was stopped by him.

The rest of the people took out various steel armor plates and helmets and put them on Tian Xin Li Zheng one by one. Their work was so skillful that in just a blink of an eye, a set of majestic and luxurious imperial warrior armor wrapped the United City general and the blood-stained clothes.

Tian Xinli was wrapping a long cloth around his back and pulling out the inscribed blade that Grace had given him.

Swing the sword to chop the stone.

The rock broke open, and the entrance to a mine tunnel appeared in front of everyone, along with several severed corpses. Tian Xinli was wearing a deer horn helmet that symbolized his identity, and his face mask had patterns like that of a Shura. He took the lead and jumped into the abyss.

At the same time, the descendants of the rebels and the coalition forces.

In this abandoned city-state, a fight broke out again, one that seemed to last forever.

……

……

A huge noise echoed across the earth. Even deep underground, the gathered Blood Moon priests and preachers seemed to be able to feel the earth shaking, and gravel and water fell from the walls of the mine.

When they saw the bodies of the Silvermoon Guards, they knew what had happened.

Add the name that the other person is saying.

Heaven's will is to benefit and be righteous.

Not to mention that the other party originally rose to prominence in the war to suppress the Bloody Rebellion, many people present even remembered the young hooded guard; even the new generation of mountain people could constantly hear his name from the blood hunters they captured and killed.

The crowd was immediately outraged.

"My Lord!" An old priest petitioned, his hands covered with calluses and scars from practice. Although they were Blood Moon priests, they were not all superstitious believers. Some of them were experienced warriors. "Even the coalition forces of the entire empire could not extinguish our fire. Now, it is just a dream for a mere Tianxin Lizheng to conquer the barrier of the earth!"

His speech attracted countless people to echo.

There is no way the mountain folk would allow the United Cities' army to set foot on the land of Mournhill again.

After all, although Tian Xin Li Zheng is powerful, he is a human being and not a god.

Anyone with flesh and blood.

There are weaknesses.

They can even be killed.

The priests were not arrogant enough to kill the general of Kaiton City, who was almost the commander-in-chief of the entire Southern United City. If they gathered all their troops to fight the enemy head-on on the ground, they might just die - but if they still used the old method, relying on the terrain of the mountains and the deep and rugged mine tunnels, they could completely drag the invading enemy to death.

When one generation dies, there is always the next generation.

Even survival can't knock them down, let alone tangible enemies?
In addition, they can also destroy the industrial equipment in the Ai Mine Town that still has a glimmer of hope of being restarted, so that even if the enemy captures this place, they will not be able to take anything away.

The coalition forces adopted the blockade policy not simply out of mercy or cruelty, and there was no choice between long-term pain and short-term pain... It was also forced by these opponents who could not be killed or defeated.

However, only the preacher's face had a uncertain expression.

"Return to the mine tunnel you illuminate..." After everyone expressed their opinions, the Hive Prince waved his hand and said, "Organize resistance."

——It’s impossible to kill him.

Regardless of whether the mountain people could resist the Kaiton Legion as they said, the preacher knew at least one thing: if there was no Blood Moon Priest leading the troops, the enemy would definitely be able to march straight in.

The difference between dying early and dying late.

But he didn't want to die.

But it happened at this time.

The appearance of the Kaidun City Army directly blocked one of his escape routes from Ai Mine Town.

(End of this chapter)