Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

In 1911 in this world.

Although urban oppression was much more severe than in feudal times, most people still went to great lengths to settle down in the lower city.

Why?

After Hell invades, it leaves behind a scar on Earth filled with evil energy.

This "scar" space is extremely unstable. Not only are the air, water, and vegetation inside poisonous, but it also harbors a large number of hellish monsters that occasionally emerge to attack villages along the way, and may even gather to attack towns.

These "scars" are called the Dark Forbidden Zone.

A human forbidden zone left on the land.

No one is allowed to enter or even approach.

Of course, in the game, the Dark Forbidden Zone is a series of small dungeons for special events.

Besides the Dark Forbidden Zone, there are also a large number of wild people who have been driven out of the city in the wilderness.

These savages are mostly very cruel, enjoy cannibalism, and attack passing caravans; most of them are the core members of cults.

Although the church and the army regularly cleared out the savages, the savages were very cunning. When they encountered a large army, they would scatter and hide, and the wildfire could never be extinguished, as they would spring up again with the spring breeze.

Therefore, the wilderness is home to various monsters that have escaped from the dark forbidden zone, as well as a large number of wild people who have been driven out of the city. It is extremely dangerous to travel alone in the wilderness.

This directly led to a significant contraction in cross-regional commercial trade.

Almost all of the world's resources, funds, and scientific research capabilities are being directed towards the research and development of military weapons and equipment.

Therefore, this era had submachine guns, automatic rifles, self-propelled artillery, tanks, and even all-metal monoplanes; these conventional weapons were already in service with the standing armies of various countries.

Even in the game's background setting, the Vatican had already begun secret research into nuclear weapons and supercomputers.

The overall level of industry and technology is roughly equivalent to the period from the late stages of World War II to the early stages of the Cold War in the real world.

However, because there was no large-scale colonial era and no global resources and wealth to support Europe, the gap between the rich and poor within Europe was widened infinitely.

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer, with a large number of ordinary people struggling on the verge of extinction.

In order to maintain stability of its rule, the cabinet divided the city into an upper city and a lower city.

Furthermore, civilian technology was neglected, and the living conditions of ordinary people at the bottom of society were even worse than in the feudal era.

The city has a severe overpopulation, and many civilian product factories rely on manual labor because there is no need to worry about labor shortages. A worker can be hired for just a few pennies.

The Manchester United Textile Mill is a typical example.

It monopolized the supply of low-end garments in Manchester, with more than 5,000 workers in the factory.

These workers came from the Lower City district and were considered respectable people there.

If one can become a junior manager, there is an opportunity to achieve upward mobility and obtain a ticket to enter the upper city.

This was also a way for the kingdom to deliberately leave a path for advancement in order to prevent desperate civilians from rioting.

Hextech looked at the giant factory.

As the sun set, its dim light enveloped the massive factory buildings, and thick steam billowed from the chimneys.

Workers, dressed in drab overalls, swarmed in and out of the factory like ants. Trucks continuously brought in raw materials and transported out finished garments.

The scene before me has a strange sense of dissonance, showing both the beginnings of the electrification era and the extremely backward manual labor mode.

It doesn't even qualify as steampunk; it's just a distorted level of industrial development.

The people are suffering.

"The level of automation is pitifully low," Hex muttered to himself.

He turned to Ada: "Executive Ada, this factory is so big, doesn't your United Front have any people planted there?"

Ada said, "We've developed a fairly large underground group here."

"So they didn't find anything unusual?" Hex frowned.

The middle-aged intelligence officer standing nearby shook his head with a bitter expression: "Absolutely not."

"However, I later discovered after checking the intelligence that the informant who had gone missing was actually the truck driver of this factory."

Hextech scoffed, "That's the problem."

"Even an outside informant could sense that something was wrong."

"Why is your internal team not responding at all?"

Ada remained calm: "This is a tactic employed by the Adventists."

"The entire united front group in the factory has most likely been either turned or silenced."

In fact, during the emergency evacuation just now, Ada did not notify all subordinate organizations on a large scale, but only ensured that a few core departments were evacuated first.

Most of the peripheral organizations and insignificant branches remained in the city.

Firstly, they feared alerting the enemy and forcing the Adventists to act rashly, bringing forward the ceremony and causing a city-wide catastrophe.

Secondly, it was to avoid the Church's watchful eye. As centuries-old mortal enemies, any overly aggressive actions by the United Front would immediately invite a devastating blow from the Church.

Thirdly, it was also to prevent internal spies.

The United Front is a mixed bag, and no one would believe that there were no spies from the Church and the Adventists.

“Mr. Horus, you should have more concrete information,” Ada said, looking directly at him. “Where in the factory will the Adventists hold their ceremony?”

She was utterly disillusioned with the local intelligence network in Manchester.

Sluggish, inefficient, and even already infiltrated, it's better to trust the mysterious Hex Horus before you.

Hex began, "I know. But the biggest problem right now isn't the location of the ceremony."

"The real question is how to deal with the four or five thousand textile workers in the factory."

"The Adventists must have planted a lot of spies within them."

"Many cult members even disguise themselves as ordinary workers."

"Going to work and living a normal life, while secretly forming associations and carrying out activities."

"Their identity as workers is their perfect cover."

"Stop babbling!" Benev growled, annoyed.

"Why don't we just charge in?"

"Those cultists are nothing but rats hiding in the gutter."

"Just one squad of UFSATs is enough to wipe out one of their small outposts."

UFSAT, the core armed force of the United Front.

Each one is a soldier enhanced through various surgeries.

The dozen or so fully armed UFSATs behind Benev were also the United Front's trump card in Manchester.

These elite monsters, which are common in the second and third chapters of the game, have now become temporary teammates.

"Foolish," Hextech scoffed.

"The workers are both their disguise and their eyes and ears."

"We have no idea how many of them are among them."

"If we launch a rash attack, even if we manage to take this altar..."

"The remaining five altars will also be on alert immediately."

"At that point, the surprise attack will turn into a frontal assault."

"We went from darkness to light, and they went from light to darkness."

"Do I need to explain to you again, Benev, how destructive the cultists can be once they lose their surprise advantage?"

Benev's lips twitched, rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

Ada asked softly, "Mr. Horus, do you have any objections?"

"Burn this factory down," Hex said.

"Blow it into the sky!"

His casual remark made everyone present turn to look at him.

Even the fierce Benev, the cunning Ada, and the scheming Emily all stared at Hex as if he were a madman.

Hextech said nonchalantly, "I know where their ritual base is."

"But that location is now the most crowded place."

"There's no way we could sneak in undetected."

"In that case, why not just force all the irrelevant people in the factory area out?"

He raised his hand and pointed to a huge metal tank in the corner of the factory area.

"Just ignite that biogas digester and blow this area up; that would be enough to force all the workers out."

"Wouldn't that leave the factory area empty?"

Benev's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Great trick!"

"Horus, your name sounds like you're from Prussia."

"Their style of doing things is exactly the same as ours Slavs."

Are you sure you don't have Slavic ancestry?

Ada looked at Hextech with curiosity: "This will cause huge losses."

"It will also trigger widespread panic."

"In fact, many workers will die in this explosion."

"If we don't stop the ritual, all of these people will die." Hex didn't feel any guilt whatsoever.

"Besides, it's far from the main factory area, so there won't be much harm there."

He had only been in this world for less than a day when he was first disemboweled and forcibly injected with a drug, almost turning into a tentacle monster. He then fought his way out of the perverted laboratory and was subsequently hunted down by the city's largest gang and the United Front.

He had no pity for this world whatsoever.

These workers may be pitiful, but aren't they pitiful themselves?

No one can morally blackmail him!

"I understand." Ada seemed to find herself ridiculous.

She suddenly realized that although she was a ruthless person, she seemed somewhat indecisive in front of Hextech.

This man was always more ruthless and unpredictable than she could have imagined.

"Squad A," Ada ordered.

"You will infiltrate in disguise and wait for the opportune moment to ignite the biogas generator."

"Remember, do it cleanly and neatly, so that no one can tell it was done by hand."

"clear!"

Two UFSAT enhanced soldiers immediately took off their black bulletproof armor, changed into two sets of ordinary workers' tattered clothes, and quickly made their way toward the United Textile Factory.

Ida glanced at the pocket watch and snapped the lid shut.

Hex whispered a reminder: "If the operation fails, I suggest we evacuate Manchester immediately."

"Mr. Horus, so you can be afraid too?" Ada asked with a half-smile.

"I just value my life," Hex said.

"Miss Ada, would you be willing to fight to the death until the gates of hell close completely after they open?"

Ada gave a cold, sharp smile: "Don't worry."

"I will never let this happen again."