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Chapter 419: The Fall of Gods, Local Resistance and the Immortals

"Old Liu, go with them and have a rest first. Enjoy yourself. It's obvious that this organization of theirs has a lot of money." Lu Wenwu said.

Liu Linan had no objection and decisively followed the leader's instructions and followed the beautiful maid who was dressed coolly to rest.

Lu Wenwu and Wang Banxian followed the old man to a building that looked like a hall.

The structure of this place is almost identical to the main hall in an ordinary Buddhist temple, except that the person sitting in the middle is not the Buddha, but a red-haired man with a human face, a snake body and a ferocious appearance.

The statue did not have the magnificence and grandeur of ordinary gods. Instead, it exuded a ferocious feeling, like a warrior ready to stand up and kill at any time.

"It's really Gonggong." Lu Wenwu had a complicated expression. "Can I ask why your organization is called the Lantern Society, but you worship the ancient water god? To be honest, this is the first time I've seen someone believe in this as the only main god in all these years."

"This is actually a historical issue." The old man smiled slightly. "As early as about three hundred years ago, the god we believed in was the fire god Zhurong. His existence was like a guiding light, and we believers were the ones who burned with the light, so it was called the Lantern Festival."

"That makes sense." Lu Wenwu nodded slightly, "But why did you convert to Gonggong now?"

The old man said something shocking: "Because God has fallen."

Wang Banxian: “???”

Lu Wenwu: "???"

The three of them stopped in unison.

God has fallen?

If it is meant literally, then this is a serious matter.

Lu Wenwu, who has fought in the copy for many years, knows clearly that the well-known immortal gods in his memory are not all like those in his own universe who have super high moral qualities and sense of responsibility.

No one knows what the isotopes in other universes are like, or what their attitude is toward humans and believers.

But what is certain is that the weakest isomorph of the ancient fire god Zhurong in another world must be a divine life above the first level of ascension.

How can I deal with the events or people that can cause the fall of an existence of this level with my current sealed strength?
Lu Wenwu sincerely hoped that this was just a myth.

Even if it's just a background story!
He looked at the old man intently, and when their eyes met, there was only silence.

"You mean that literally?" he asked carefully.

However, the old man shook his head like a rattle: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I don't know this either. The information from ancient times has been incomplete until now, and I only heard this explanation from the previous president. I really don't know the specific reason."

"I only know that the reason why we change our faith in gods is because the purpose of our existence in this world has changed, and it is completely contrary to the meaning of our existence. Therefore, we choose to believe in the opposite of the gods we once believed in, which is also the inheritance of our previous faith."

"All the books in the association are open to you two. Perhaps you two gentlemen can find some answers from your compatriots' last words. Some of the texts are limited by culture and we cannot fully interpret them."

"Is the inheritance of our past beliefs passed down from generation to generation?" Wang Banxian murmured. "I remember the record in the Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Classic of the Seas - Xiqi gave birth to Zhurong, Zhurong descended into the river and gave birth to Gonggong. One of them is water and the other is fire, but Gonggong is Zhurong's son."

"Compared to this, I am more concerned about the purpose of the Lantern Festival's existence now. In this city, the unprovoked preferential treatment makes me feel uneasy." Lu Wenwu said lightly.

"Overthrowing the rule of the corporations and enterprises is just like what countless predecessors and your compatriots have tried." The old man said frankly without hesitation, "Based on our experience, after you and your compatriots came to this world, due to the existence of the [Main Mission], you are naturally the enemy of the corporations and enterprises. Winning over you and your friends will help increase the success rate of our cause."

"You have temporarily convinced me. We are indeed on a united front." Lu Wenwu nodded.

If there is a team in the local area that has been fighting against oppression for many years to help, then the help is indeed not small, both in terms of information and military strength.

The most intuitive way to solve his main quest [Break the Shackles] should be to break the oppression of the corporate groups on the people and reshape the social structure in this way.

Even if we can roll back capitalism from this sick structure, it would be better than this fucked up world.

Even if Lu Wenwu worked himself to death, he would not be able to liberate the world by his own strength.

So, he does need help.

So, Lu Wenwu asked as a matter of course: "Then, as a comrade who may fight side by side with you, I would like to ask, what is the current progress of your resistance?"

The old man's smile stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually turned bitter.

Lu Wenwu's heart suddenly sank, and he asked tentatively: "At least, there should be bases and intelligence personnel in major cities around the world, right? How many troops are there? How is the deployment of weapons and equipment?"

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The old man remained silent.

Lu Wenwu's heart sank again: "Then at least there are liaisons in every major city? A small group of elite forces that are out of the sight of the enterprise and can mobilize the grassroots people at any time?"

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The old man's head drooped further and further.

Lu Wenwu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "You won't tell me that your mass base is very poor, but there are very few combat members, and so far you can only fight underground guerrilla warfare?"

The old man himself felt a little overwhelmed, and his face flushed as he muttered, "It's worse than that. Our activities are limited to Coconut Juice City, and we can only maintain some small-scale underground activities. We are seriously short of firepower and personnel."

Lu Wenwu couldn't hold it anymore and said madly, "No, buddy, where did you spend your money? How could your Burning Light Club be as useless as those players mentioned above? What's the difference between you and no development at all?"

"We have tried to revolt many times before! But we were suppressed by Zulong and other groups every time." The old man tried to save his reputation by making a few excuses. "Several failures have drained away a lot of talents and resources. Resource reserves, knowledge, and personnel have also shrunk under the joint suppression of enterprises. We can only survive by cutting off our tail and avoiding being completely wiped out."

"And then you hide in this luxurious underground city to amuse yourself, indulge in luxury, and live a life of drunkenness and debauchery, right?" Wang Banxian couldn't help but say sarcastically, "Look at your food and clothing expenses. This ounce of tea can buy a year's worth of food for many people? You say you are a revolutionary? You use all your credit points to enjoy yourself. Are you going to bring down Zulong with your eyes? I really..."

"Okay, Banxian, this is a bit unfair to me."

Lu Wenwu spoke up to stop Wang Banxian from continuing to speak.

"After staying here for more than a year, your values ​​are almost assimilated by this city, and you forget that these things are supposed to be cheap. They grow their own tea and crops. I saw the ecological dome and greenhouse."

Wang Banxian was still a little unconvinced and shouted: "Fifth brother, but they..."

"But they are indeed trash, and that is an indisputable fact."

Lu Wenwu's merciless words were like a sharp sword, instantly piercing through the old man's psychological defenses, and the words of gratitude that he had not yet had time to say were directly pierced through.

"'The immortal gods are high above the heavens, overlooking the struggles and reincarnations of all things in the world.' Do you know this sentence? Does this sentence have any specific meaning?"

"I know. This sentence has been passed down from a long time ago. It is said that it was first said by a digital ghost that could communicate. But I don't understand its specific meaning. You should go to the library and look it up."

The old man had been somewhat numb from the blow.

Although their careers have indeed made no substantial progress over the years.

But it still feels heartbreaking to be exposed so blatantly.

To be honest, Lu Wenwu also felt very sad. He originally thought that Ran Deng would be a big stick, and holding it in his hand would increase his strength.

At the very least, it's a baseball bat. At least it looks intimidating and is easy to swing.

Who would have thought it was a stick?
This is very embarrassing.

Lu Wenwu said nothing more. After sighing, he followed the old man to the library, hoping that there would be some information for him to refer to.

The library of the Lantern Festival is not big.

After passing through several heavy alloy doors, he did not see the vast amount of books and files as he had imagined. Instead, there were only a dozen or so and a computer in front of him, which was not much different in size from a community reading room.

This computer is not used to store additional information, but to save electronic versions of these paper documents.

The bad thing about a society with highly developed Internet technology is that the safest way to preserve confidential information is in paper form, and any information stored in electronic devices is likely to be stolen and destroyed.

The old man did not stay for long. After giving a few instructions, he retreated without any sign of defense.

Lu Wenwu and Wang Banxian looked at each other and began to act separately.

The former went straight to the bookshelf, while the latter went straight to the computer, pulled out the data cable from his arm to connect it, and prepared to copy the data.

I read non-stop for seven days.

With Lu Wenwu's thinking speed and reading speed, simple reading does not take that long.

But if you take information integration and thinking into account, the speed slows down.

By reading the classics stored in the Lantern Festival, Lu Wenwu finally came into contact with information that did not exist on the outside world.

For example, the history of Coconut Milk City.

Even if it's only been in the last three hundred years.

The Lantern Festival in history was indeed not as weak as it is now. They carried out five organized and premeditated resistance plans, and four of them had the shadow of [Players] behind them.

Unfortunately, all five attempts ended in failure.

Every time the Ran Deng Society launched a rebellion plan, it was when they had come up with some epoch-making new achievements and were preparing to use them to overthrow the corporate cartel rule.

But they would fail every time due to various reasons, and the remaining members of the Lantern Society were forced to split up and flee in order to keep the fire.

A large amount of technology and achievements were plundered and divided up by enterprises and groups, and new giant enterprises were born one after another.

In the past Coconut Juice City, Zulong Group was the only ruler and the only super enterprise.

In today's Coconut Juice City, in addition to the Zulong Group, there are five other super enterprises, which compete with the Zulong Company in five different fields, and at the same time join forces with it to exploit all the people.

This is the saddest part.

The dragon slayer failed to slay the dragon, and instead became a new evil dragon.

Failures again and again dealt a heavy blow to the Ran Deng Society, which was already unable to operate openly.

Although the once glorious underground city still exists today, its glorious past and spirit have long since disappeared, leaving only two or three cats of different sizes that have inherited its shell.

The current Lantern Festival is no longer able to launch another resistance.

It is only surviving with the help of six super companies and barely hanging on to life.

The only thing they can do is probably to provide some financial and information support.

As for the use of force, it is better not to mention it.

[The immortal gods are high above the heavens, overlooking the struggles and reincarnations of all things in the world]

After reading a lot of information, Lu Wenwu had a completely new understanding of this sentence.

A key piece of information is revealed in the classics of the Lantern Festival.

There are immortals in Zulong Company.

In other words, it's not just Zulong, there is at least one immortal in every super enterprise.

Lu Wenwu was not sure whether the news was true or whether the companies had really mastered the technology for immortality.

But with the level of technology demonstrated by Coconut Juice City, creating immortals will certainly not be a problem.

If those rulers can easily live for three to five hundred years, wouldn't that be like being like immortal gods to ordinary people?

They sat on top of a building high above the clouds, overlooking the entire city as people struggled to survive.

Others offer their own blood and flesh as tribute to these "gods" who can live forever and control the human world.

The "gods" watched with a smile as one newcomer after another came forward and raised the banner of resistance with their passion.

In the end, it ended in tragedy and he became one of the "gods".

Are the immortals equivalent to gods?

Lu Wenwu wasn't sure.

But this is the guess that is closest to the facts, and it is even very likely that there are rebels from previous generations among them.

Wang Banxian’s main mission, the secret hidden in Zulong Company, is most likely this one.

Judging from the information left behind by those predecessors who had failed, this was indeed a place without any spiritual power. Apart from the digitized vengeful ghosts, there was no trace of any supernatural power.

The local myths and legends are even more nonsense, and there is not even a single word worth mentioning.

Apart from those vague guesses that seem to be true, the only two words that can be called true and passed down are the real ones.

fire.

water.

Even the names Gonggong and Zhurong were given by the players who had come here before, giving the names from their hometown mythology to the illusory god of water and god of fire.

Therefore, in addition to learning a lot of speculations from "predecessors" about the background of this place, it was difficult for Lu Wenwu not to equate the immortals with gods.

(End of this chapter)