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Chapter 143: His Historical Legends; A New Dungeon is Coming Soon

[Network notification: The Path Quest "Hell Dive" has been completed]

[Assessing the historical impact of his achievements]

Deep in Hell: Infiltrate Un'Goro, find and destroy the runaway administrative AI. Path: Champion Description: To any orbital assault force, Un'Goro's Golden City is a true hell. Countless robots, produced by the rogue AI, are used to accompany and monitor up to a billion surviving inhabitants. All the people, immersed in the illusion of the AI's gentleness and solemnity, are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect it. Therefore, unless the Golden City is completely destroyed with a massive amount of warheads, this fortress is impregnable. However, this hell is merely an alien garden for you to stroll through, to pluck its fruits. Mission accomplished. Well done, champion warrior of the Human-Community.

[Task Settlement: This Path Quest has earned [65] Merit Points]

Name: Lin Zhuo Occupation: Qigong Master Lv5 (4750/40900)

Health condition: Perfect (Nourished by spiritual wine↑↑, Celestial physique↑↑↑, Human head and snake body↑↑↑)

Merit Points: After many years, interstellar ships have once again been seen traversing the atmosphere of 98 Angolo.

According to interstellar rules, whoever occupies such a nominally private planet owns it. After an intelligent rebellion, it became a no-man's land, but now it belongs to the territory of the human community.

As for why no space pirates visit such a planet, it's naturally because there's not much to be gained from it.

Un'Goro has no native species, making poaching unprofitable. While mineral resources are abundant, the profits are too thin, so space pirates won't bother digging for rocks. Their targets are rare minerals refined by industrial planets, high-value technological products, and so on.

After the artisan families of this world were wiped out, the industrial production lines have been drastically reduced and are now mainly used to maintain the operation of the Golden City. Most of the facilities are gradually decaying, and the core server has no replacement components. It will eventually crash completely, making it essentially a walking corpse with an extremely high degree of danger. All these factors combined have led to the scarcity of flight routes.

Some worlds where intelligent rebellions occur are unique in that they still allow for limited negotiation and communication. Therefore, although they are no-man's-land, they naturally attract various small and medium-sized forces wandering in space to gather, becoming places for pirates to sell stolen goods and shop. Such places are very lively.

Lin Zhuo spent half an hour speedrunning through Un'Goro, and the rest of the time was spent waiting for the Commonwealth to send ships to take over the situation.

He and the soldiers in his regiment followed Chijiang's guidance to investigate potential hazards in some dangerous areas inside the Golden City. This mega-city was too big. When parts of the city were closed off and isolated, preventing intelligent management from prying into them, then the inside and the outside world were completely different worlds.

For the past six years, the faction loyal to the AI ​​has been purging the other factions, especially the remnants of the Emperor, investors, and the technician families. These people are hiding deep in the wilderness, living in extremely harsh conditions. When Lin Zhuo and his warriors opened the passage, they found these isolated individuals, all of whom were plagued by diseases, emaciated, and mentally unstable.

That being said, a peaceful new life doesn't necessarily await these rescued individuals. Most of them carry the burden of crimes and need to be judged. Lin Zhuo despises this kind of scum; the evil deeds these pigs and dogs have committed are comparable to those of the monks of the Great Xiong Demon Cult, and some have even more disgusting and despicable acts.

Therefore, he used his profound inner energy to interrogate them on the spot. Those who committed serious crimes were killed directly, while those who committed excusable crimes were imprisoned and placed under guard.

Although the vast majority of people here deserve to die, there are still many innocent children born to these criminals during their years of living in constant fear on the run who need medical help.

When Lin Zhuo discovered these little guys in the cave-like alley, he almost thought he had seen a group of underground goblins.

"Doctor, call a doctor." The soldiers on both sides couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned their heads to call for professionals to handle the situation.

Lin Zhuo gently shook the shrunken Dragon Summoning Bell on his wrist. The melodious tune dispelled the fear and wariness in the children's innocent eyes. The children gathered around the terrifying dragon rider. Because they lacked education and training, they were like a pack of wild little wolves.

Warm spiritual energy was channeled into the children's bodies, soothing their physical wounds and restoring the function of their organs, which had deteriorated due to prolonged hunger, so that they could eat normally. One by one, Lin Zhuo raised his hand and gently stroked their cheeks and backs.

At times like these, Lin Zhuo would always think of Lin Wubing, the little guy who needed his care and concern, wondering how he was doing now. There were so many children his age suffering in the world. Lin Zhuo had heard this teaching when he was young and secretly made a childlike promise to bring happiness to children in other worlds. Now, he had somewhat fulfilled that promise.

In the shady area outside the Golden City, there is a garbage dump where people who died during the rebellion were buried. Calling it a mass grave would be an understatement. When the wind from the equator of Un'Goro blows, it whips up the thick hair and turns it into a black wind, revealing the pale earth covered with bone dust.

Lin Zhuo and his soldiers looked down from the edge of the pit and saw this scene of black wind and white ground.

"It really is the end times." He thought to himself.

"I know that there are still many more worlds sinking into the endless cycle of history. The end times cannot be ended by words. Someone must use the heaviest hammer to smash this iron curtain and shackles, and use the flames of war to cleanse the old world before we can build humanity's ideal world from the ruins."

"I have long promised to become a giant hammer of loyalty."

Upon hearing this, Chi Jiang simply chuckled gently and murmured, "I know. I've known all along."

Lin Zhuo did not linger for long before turning around and leading his team to continue the rescue work.

"A day and night on Un'Goro is twenty-three hours, Kobayashi. It's 5:30 a.m. local time now, and there are still fourteen minutes until sunrise."

After spending two days and two nights in the Golden City, Lin Zhuo worked tirelessly, rushing around and putting out fires everywhere, busy to the point of exhaustion. Now, he relaxed, sitting on the edge of the top platform of this concrete megastructure, enjoying the high-altitude wind, and watching the golden sunrise rise from the distant horizon.

The mountain-like city beneath his feet, bathed in the brilliant glow of the sunset, indeed became resplendent in gold.

The plains were filled with transport ships from the human community. Large numbers of civilians, like ants carrying large and small bags, emerged from the magnificent city that had imprisoned their ancestors for generations. They put on oxygen masks and moved into temporary houses built on the ground.

Such colossal structures as the Golden City are never suitable for habitation; they are merely convenient for a technologically dictatorial ruling order.

The rest of the planet's surface, which once belonged to the elite families and served as playgrounds and vacation spots for emperors and investors, now belongs to the planet's inhabitants. They no longer need to be confined to anthills or stagnant like rivers held back by dams in a corner of the planet.

More than a billion people began to spread, like an animal migration. Among these wanderers who were preparing to establish new homes, there was a myth that often circulated about a divine messenger who descended from the sky, who possessed the power of music and destruction, and who shattered the old gods of Un'Goro. He had a human body and a snake tail, wore a suit of armor as black as night, and had a golden serpent that was good at singing wrapped around his right arm.

The song sung by the giant snake was etched in the minds of many witnesses. However, in their extreme fear, no one remembered the complete original melody. Everyone's impression of the tune was fragmented, resulting in many tattered musical scores. During their migration, these scores were hummed by the people and gradually pieced together into songs with distinct styles.

Bathed in the warm morning glow, Lin Zhuo felt relaxed and chatted with his teammates on the integrated network panel.

[Fuyouyue]: Have you accumulated enough achievement points?

[Mingxiao Drum]: Of course! These days, people have been working from dawn till dusk, rushing from one event to another, and now they have a full sixty-one!

[Knocks on a gong]: The cat has almost caught all the bad guys in the city, passing by its own door three times without going in! Hmph, tremble, humans! The cat's merit points are exactly—

[Knocks on a gong]: Sixty-two points!

[Mingxiao Drum]: (Angry) What's going on? How could it be such a coincidence? Did that stinky cat make this up secretly?

[Knock on the gong]: The bad woman is getting anxious (laughing to death) [Image] Here, take a screenshot and see for yourself [Ephemeral Yue]: Sixty points are more than enough, let's see which dungeon we can choose >