Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

Even Zhang Jue is not considered an original species in this world.

But an alien creature.

Moreover, the huge energy is also the point that Zhang Jiao will not be contaminated.

However, because of the influence of the subspace, Zhang Jue still asked Red Hare, Lu Bu, Chen Gong and others to remain vigilant.

Such inquiries are also customary.

It's not that I don't trust my comrades.

But when facing such a world, we must keep this kind of mindset.

"It's not that I don't want to help them, but doing this kind of thing outside of Luoyang will definitely be seen by many people, which is not in line with the personality of a bureaucrat..."

"Maybe this is not a good thing, but it is a necessary sacrifice. If we want to save more people, then we can only wish them good luck."

"I gave them some blessings before I left. If they are lucky and leave Luoyang, they may still have a chance of survival."

Zhang Jue gritted his teeth and said, "If you really want to save more people, then open the door a little. We must not let any news out before we act, otherwise..."

Chi Tu knew what Zhang Jue wanted to say.

Otherwise it would be just like the Yellow Turban Rebellion in previous memories.

The temporary uprising, which took place in haste, doomed the Yellow Turbans to failure.

The enemy this time is stronger, so we must not take it lightly.

"We still have one year left to research and develop weapons, so that we can finalize our preparations. There is still one year left in the Jiazi Year, so let's wait and see."

"The Jiazi year is the end of a cycle. This year is the time to establish a new order."

"That's also the time when the spirit veins change."

"Only by taking advantage of the Jiazi Year can we... launch a greater uprising, appeal to more disaster victims, and regulate the righteousness of heaven and earth."

Zhang Jue said.

Chi Tu had nothing to say.

He nodded and followed Zhang Jue's instructions to run.

All matters within Jiuzhou have already been decided by Chen Gong and others.

Every believer will have the mark of Zhang Jiao on his body. If they want to betray him, they will explode and die.

Therefore, this is not something Zhang Jue would worry about.

But outside of Kyushu, there are still many places where Taipingism is not spread.

Even many remote areas and poor villages within Kyushu may not have been affected by the Taiping Sect.

Except for the original Bingzhou and the chaotic plains in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River.

If you want to preach in other places, it also costs a certain amount of money.

Therefore, the news could only be spread if Zhang Jue or others went there in person.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion was bound to bring about changes throughout the world.

The enemy is not just the Han Dynasty.

There are also gods in the warp.

The only way to win is to reform this world.

Otherwise, even if the Western Han Dynasty was defeated, the Ji Han, Shen Feng Han, Hou Han, and Shu Han would still emerge...

Therefore, the world needs unification and liberation.

Instead of becoming a paradise for demons.

Taking advantage of every opportunity, Zhang Jue would choose to preach in person.

When you go to a new place, you must inevitably cultivate new believers.

This will also ensure that the people have something to rely on during times of unrest.

But now the unrest has begun.

Walk through the endless wilderness.

Zhang Jue still remembers his former disciple.

Therefore, Tong Fu Shui provided free medical treatment to everyone.

Place the herbs in the potion.

Healing through the use of spells.

Tianfu Guanzhong.

Tianshui border.

Pitch-black clouds blocked out the sun.

The rain roared and poured down on the earth.

After a long drought, it finally rains.

Although this was the rain that people had been looking forward to, people now had no strength to work, and the crops in the fields had already dried up.

Even if they got up at night and ran to the fields without fear of danger under the cover of darkness, it was still meaningless.

The dry corners of the mouth are not a curse from the loess for this rich land that has been conquered many times.

But what is more important is that the water source has long been integrated into the land.

Integrate into the will to survive.

Zhang Jue faced all this and saw everything.

The so-called disaster relief officers and soldiers had long forgotten where they had thrown the food.

Or maybe that damn emperor didn't allocate any grain.

Or maybe this is the instruction from the gods in heaven.

But the time is not yet ripe.

The year of Jiazi is the fate of the Taiping Sect and the time when everything will end.

As far as Zhang Jiao knew, this county town was not a place controlled by the aristocratic families.

On the contrary, they are one of the few counties established by the military households that do not believe in the Four Saints of the Four Directions.

According to the locals, they have lived here and built the county town since the pre-Qin period.

And he has always been nurturing his own soldiers and his own strength.

Like Chen Gong, they also have their own heritage.

With your own weapons and everything you insist on.

They called themselves Lao Qin.

The wrinkled old Qin would even pull Zhang Jue aside and tell him that they would surely rise like the sun, and wait for Xu Fu to return and the First Emperor to appear to put an end to all the disasters.

Zhang Jue gave them the source of magic and new knowledge.

There are also materials such as potatoes, so that they can protect the surrounding villages and land.

And most importantly, people.

But all the way down.

Chencang, Fufeng, Linyou, Qishan, Meixian… from the foot of Taibai Mountain, the banks of Weishui River, to the vast Yangtze River.

Full of refugees.

We rode at full speed to Tianshui.

The original county wall was already in a dilapidated state.

Refugees set up tents on the roadside.

Nine out of ten rooms are already empty.

I asked the village elders, and they said that there were demons coming here to bomb.

A mechanical carriage like a Titan came from western Henan.

Along the way, everyone fled.

But less than 100,000 people survived.

The plague took away a group of people, and famine took away even more people.

The Han army began training once again.

Zhang Jue told the village elders what he knew.

They then conjured up potatoes from Nanhua Mountain to provide disaster relief and began providing free medical services to save lives.

In this dilapidated room, one cannot expect to have a good medical environment.

Wearing a yellow scarf.

Rough hands brushed the brows of the young woman on the bed.

Zhang Jue clenched his teeth.

Looking at her husband beside the bed, she couldn't stop crying.

The husband's parents had committed suicide long ago, and the wife's parents had starved to death.

All the children became wealthy.

Now the remaining two people have also been separated by Yin and Yang.

The young and strong man who was the patient brought by Zhang Jue left with a dazed look.

The patients who were once supported by him have now passed away.

The Han Dynasty's military training had already begun.

It is unknown how many cities have suffered such a disaster.

The last patient was not saved.

Even if you use alkali from potatoes to paralyze the nerves and inject the spiritual energy from the earth veins into the blood.

Those who have already lost hope cannot be resurrected.

Zhang Jue lowered his head.

Walked out of the room without saying a word.

There is only one main road in the county

On the roadside, many people snuggled together under the eaves.

On the roadside, there were corpses that no one had remembered to deal with.

The dry land greedily absorbed the rain and the flesh and blood of the people on the roadside.

The relatives held the body in agony.

The child called his mother, but she did not answer.

No one would hold him in their arms anymore.

The crying sounds rose and fell one after another.

The rain does not seem to be a gift from God, but a mockery of the world.

The handsome general and the monster-like foreign warrior named Spartacus patted the child's shoulders, trying to comfort him.

But how many people were crying? What could it matter even if the person was Lu Bu, the one and only flying general in the world?

Purple gold crown, linked helmet.

A robe with hundreds of flowers and a golden beast face.

But... a slave of three surnames.

Able to defend Hulao Pass.