The center of the large iron plant is facing the square of the geothermal energy well. Under the reflection of the turbulent flames, hundreds of backbones of the Wuyou Cult were taken out as the crowd of countless workers were watched.

After several days of torture, their bodies were damaged to varying degrees. Many people supported each other and staggered forward. The heavy shackles were dragged to the ground, making harsh sounds and a series of faint Mars.

However, there was neither the fear of death coming on their faces nor the indifference and confusion when practicing "Forgetful Worry", but only a faint joy and relief.

Everyone hummed the ancient and warm tone gently, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, towards their ending, and leaving their last smile to the workers watching.

Unlike Li Yao, who played the passionate and passionate battle song over the large iron factory more than half a month ago, this tone was almost low to the dust, and it was as dim as the coal core that had not yet been extinguished in the ashes, but full of the infectiousness of "moistening things silently".

After the failure of the riot, the workers who voluntarily stayed were already ashamed, dragging their bodies like walking dead, inlaid themselves into the assembly line and the depths of the mine cave, and allowed them to be merciless.

But the smiles of Xu Zhicheng, the "teacher" and others in front of him, and their gentle humming, reawakened the sleeping hearts of the workers, as if they sprinkled a handful of salt-mixed white sugar into their throats. The complex taste came back to their hearts.

I don’t know who started the first one, but all the workers agreed with Xu Zhicheng and others and sang softly.

Maybe they have forgotten the lyrics, maybe they even remember the rhythm in pieces, and some young workers have never heard this melody, but this melody was actually engraved on their genes a long time ago. They just need to muster up the courage and let go of their throats, and the sound will naturally flow out.

Such a warm melody makes the cultivators feel the bone-broken chill.

Li Minghui had never seen such a scene. Even the shocking war song during the Wuyou Cult riot more than half a month ago seemed to be as weird and terrifying as the workers almost whispered.

"No singing, no singing!"

The cultivator waved the electromagnetic war whip and threw out a ball of dazzling ball lightning in the air, pulling his throat and roaring.

The singing sounded like a calm ocean, and soon engulfed these small electric sparks.

Since the workers are already in a state of despair, they will naturally no longer be afraid of the threat of immortal cultivators.

Li Minghui did not dare to kill most of the workers and escaped. The new workers and psychic puppets were not so convenient to mobilize them. He only had these available people on hand. It would be difficult to complete the production task assigned by Yue Wushuang. If the workers were angry again and they could not complete the task, he would even bury these lowly dogs and bastards!

Li Minghui could only grit his teeth and ordered his subordinates and the combat puppets to separate the workers as much as possible, and did not give them the chance to gather together. He then ordered the executioner to execute the execution quickly so that there would be more dreams. He had originally prepared a verdict of flowers and charity and power, and was also ready to finish the heads of these people before they could be said.

This is how the entire iron factory is, with silence and chaos coexisting in a very contradictory way, as if the ocean before the storm or the volcano where magma is about to erupt.

This scene was lying on the abandoned rock wall in the southwest of the Great Iron Factory, and the sneak attacker in a hidden mine could see clearly.

Including the new fire point settings of the Da Iron Factory at this moment, as well as the number of elite imperial guards and witch hunters and patrol routes, they all turned into waterfall-like data and shining translucent circuit maps, which appeared one by one on the crystal brain light curtain next to the sneak attacker.

The blond and golden-haired boy was carrying a heavy anti-shield sniper rifle, locked one fire point after another, and set the corresponding shooting parameters. A fine bead of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and he said anxiously: "Sister Long, Guardian Xu and others are going to be executed by the cultivators. When will we wait until we can go down to save people?"

"I have said it many times along the way. Now I will say the last time that we are not here to save people, but to kill people. I really want to save them, you can go down and save them yourself!"

Long Yangjun tied the black hair like a waterfall in a ball around his head, biting a blue dagger in his mouth, his face as cold as iron, "There are so many elite imperial guards and witch hunters below, and Yue Wushuang, the female devil in the Demon Inquisition Court, who is in charge of herself, how can I save it?

"Don't underestimate Yue Wushuang. Although she is not the most famous and outstanding among all the gods in the empire in the past few decades, she is largely dragged down by the weakness of the Demon Inquisition Court.

"From the combat performance in the past few months, she definitely deserves the eight words "strange and unpredictable, cruel and ruthless". The results of the Demon Inquisition in the past few hundred years have been destroyed by the Demons and the research on the secret energy have been condensed on her.

“How is it possible to rescue so many workers and worries under her nose?

"It is the ideal result to find an opportunity to kill her. As for whether the cultivators' control over the large iron factory will collapse after killing her, and how many workers and the Worry-free Cultivators can escape, then ask for blessings!"

Li Jialing said anxiously: "But"

"No, but!"

Long Yangjun glared at the young man fiercely, "Do you think I like to go back here? Do you think I am full or have lost my heart, so I am willing to return to the large iron factory guarded by the cultivators to play a hero?

"Isn't I seriously injured, ammunition and food exhausted, and was chased by the two gods and was desperate, so I had to kill someone and come here to try my luck!

"Listen, our ammunition, fuel and spiritual energy reserves are all left. At most, we can only hold on to a short assault battle. We will never continue to tangle with the cultivators, and we will not have the ability to create extramarital problems.

"Now within a radius of hundreds of miles, only the large iron plant stores enough resources to allow us to get effective supplies. No one would have thought that we would have the courage to come back, so this is the safest place. This is the reason for us to take the risk and the only reason!

"In the past few days, we tried our best to get rid of the two gods' pursuit and won a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But the maze array we set up could not have deceived them for too long. Once the trick was exposed, they would definitely react quickly. We can only return to the big iron factory as fast as possible, at most six hours to half a day; at least, at least five minutes, they will come out from behind our butts!

"I am definitely not an opponent with one against three, so I must kill the 'moon demon' Yue Wushuang before the other two gods appear, and then get enough supplies to accumulate energy to face new enemies.

"If you kill Yue Wushuang, you will only deal with the two gods, and you will have room for maneuver or even reverse. Otherwise, just wipe your neck and hang it!

"Anyway, now is not the time for women to be kind. Remember your mission and pray that I can successfully kill Yue Wushuang. If that's true, there may be a few people below who can survive; if you are still half-hearted and worried about gains and losses, don't even think of saving any of them!"

"I, I understand, sorry, Sister Long."

Li Jialing lowered his head with shame, and after a while, he asked with concern, "Sister Long, how are your injuries?"

"I can't die."

Long Yangjun's face was pale, expressionless, and a gloomy chill appeared in his eyes. He said word by word, "I, Long Yangjun, can't kill any cat or dog. How can three gods be enough? At least ten!"

"I don't know where Brother Yao went."

Li Jialing hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I wish he was here."

"Don't ask this beast in front of me!"

Long Yangjun indeed said angrily, "If it weren't for him...sweet words that deceived me, how could I have fallen into this damn vortex in a mess and end up burning the fire now!

"At the beginning, I kindly asked him to escape, but he didn't run away, and he had to go up and fight for his life with righteousness. When we were dragged into the water by him, he ran away sneakily? He was simply scumbag!

"I tell you, the biggest mistake I made in my life was to know your eldest brother, a scumbag, and for a moment he really regarded him as a good friend; and the second biggest mistake I made was to be so stupid that I believed his words! God, when I look back now, I was so ashamed. At that time, I was fascinated by what I was, how could I become like him!"

"this……"

Li Jialing thought for a while and said, "Actually, Sister Long can't blame her for being obsessed with it. The main reason is that Brother Yao is too cunning and sensational."

"So, if he dares to appear in front of me."

Long Yangjun said viciously, "I will definitely not give him a chance to speak again. If you just slash him with a neat knife, the world will be quiet and the universe will be peaceful!"

Li Jialing didn't know how to answer, so he had to concentrate on focusing on the scope.

In the scope, above the execution ground, the executioner wearing a steel mask had already activated the chainsaw sword, and the serrations of the cold light were spinning rapidly.

Xu Zhicheng and others were suppressed to the ground by the combat puppets, and their waists were straighter in confrontation with steel.

Li Jialing swallowed with difficulty, his palms were wet, and every bunch of muscles on his body was tense, unable to curb the urge to pull the trigger into the executioner's eyebrows.

Somehow, a picture of Li Yao bleeding all over his body, fighting against ten thousand people appeared in his mind.

Did Brother Yao really run away in panic?

A miracle of one in a million is really impossible to happen. Can they really not be able to save everyone?

The executioner raised the chainsaw sword high, and the first person to be affected was the great guardian Xu Zhicheng.

Li Jialing saw Xu Zhicheng's smile from the scope, his fingers were about to scream, and then exploded.

"Go on."
Chapter completed!