The high heels of the black leather boots made a very crisp sound as they landed on the disrepaired road.
The steps move forward in a straight line.
His tall and slender figure is like a sword held by a knight in front of him.
This is a woman wearing a black and red toned skirt, with gray hair, dark red pupils as calm as a lake, a fluttering red cuff tied to the top of her left arm, and a narrow handle tied behind her waist.
Mouth long sword.
The red cuff rises in the air as the arm swings, like a red flag.
The woman's face was expressionless as she walked from one end of the road at the core of the infected neighborhood to the other. The only sound in the air could be heard was the crisp tapping sound of her black high heels as they landed on the ground.
This road is not empty of people. On the contrary, there are many, many people.
All the people in the quarantine area for infected people were gathered in this small block of less than one square kilometer, and the surrounding area was densely packed with people.
Only this road seemed to be paved with a red carpet leading to the throne. The dense crowd of infected people gathered in front of this woman, just like Moses parting the sea, making way for a straight road.
However, the woman looked calmly to the farthest point ahead, not even glancing at the infected people around her.
The infected people all looked at her with their blank eyes, their faces full of fanatical expressions. However, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath in front of that aura, and no one dared to show it in front of her.
No negative expression, just look at her with the most sincere eyes.
There are emotions in his eyes that ordinary people cannot express.
Touching, saving, hoping, surviving from desperate situation...
The fervor of faith always appears at the moment of darkness and dawn.
In the hearts of these infected people, the woman in front of them is their belief.
thump.
It seemed that it was due to overcrowding. Among the crowd closer to the street, a dirty young man with white hair that was almost condensed into lumps was suddenly tripped and fell to the ground. His head hit the ground hard, with a dark red face.
Blood instantly poured out from the hole in his forehead, flooding his left eye.
His hands were bruised and bleeding, his already dirty pants suddenly had a tear, and his knees were also red.
However, the young man did not care about his injuries at all, but looked blankly at the people around him. When he saw the woman close at hand, he suddenly got up from the ground in panic.
The moment his hands hit the ground, his face tightened in pain, and he almost staggered and hit the ground again.
The white-haired boy knelt on the ground in fear and couldn't control himself. Before he could feel the familiar pain, he suddenly felt a softness in his shoulders.
The young man looked down carefully.
A soft and slender hand was pressing on his shoulder.
He raised his head in confusion and saw the beautiful face that he had only seen from a distance and admired in his heart.
All functions of the body seemed to stop at this moment.
Even the open wound on his forehead no longer hurts.
The young man stared blankly at the face that he could only get so close to in his dreams.
The woman did not stop, she squatted down, her fingertips were wrapped in a faint light, and she stroked the boy's bleeding forehead, wiping away the blood and stains.
The dark red eyes of the gray-haired woman were still so calm, but there was a trace of distressed expression on her face.
But she still didn't say a word, just pressed the wound on the young man's forehead with her palm.
The young man remained frozen in place without any reaction.
After a while, the bleeding wound on his forehead stopped.
The woman lowered her beautiful face, showing a little concern in her calm dark red eyes. She still pressed her palm on the young man's forehead, and everyone around her watched with bated breath.
"Does it hurt?"
The woman asked him. Her voice was not gentle, but hoarse with a hint of magnetism. It was unique and full of flavor.
The young man didn't react to this dream-like scene until now, but his body seemed to be completely out of his control, and he just stared blankly at the woman in front of him.
It wasn't until after a long time that he seemed to realize something, and then the young man shook his head stiffly in panic:
"No! It doesn't hurt!"
"Tal...Lord Tallulah! How could you do it for a bitch like me..."
The gray-haired woman named Tallulah stretched out a finger and gently touched his forehead to stop him from speaking.
She looked at the boy with her unique pair of dark red eyes:
"May I have your name?"
The young man stammered in reply:
"Me...Mephisto..."
"Lord Tallulah, my name is Mephistopheles...I, I am an infected person...My blood is very dirty, please, please don't be like this..."
The young man raised his head and suddenly saw the blood on Tallulah's hand covering his forehead. He suddenly wanted to retreat with panic on his face, but his shoulder was grabbed by Tallulah. The force was not strong, but she kept him in place.
Couldn't move.
The palm covering Mephisto's forehead still emitted a soft light. It was not until the wound on his forehead healed that Tallulah released her palm.
After treating the wound, Tallulah looked at him with her usual calm face.
Mephistopheles was still kneeling on the ground, his head bowed deeply.
I feel both low self-esteem and regret.
There are too many ways for people infected with Originium to be infected. Blood infection is one of the most deadly ways of transmission. You may get sick just by touching the blood of an infected person with your skin. Even between twin sisters, if one of them
If someone suffers from Originium Disease, even if the other party has no contact with the other party, he or she will be infected due to the resonance of Originium in the blood.
In the eyes of people in the world of Terra, the blood of infected people is extremely dirty.
Even the infected themselves have always thought so.
The same goes for Mephistopheles.
Tallulah looked at him, raising the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a beautiful smile that made people feel extremely peaceful at a glance.
"We are compatriots, aren't we?"
Tallulah held Mephisto's hand with her bloody hand.
"What is there between compatriots who is dirty or not?"
After saying that, Tallulah straightened up and continued walking towards the road.
Mephistopheles stared blankly at her figure walking into the distance like a beacon, like a beacon pointing the way in the stormy waves of life.
The residents of the infected neighborhood also watched her go away in bewilderment.
Until the end of the road, Tallulah walked onto the high platform.
She was as calm as when people first saw her, and the red armband on her left arm was flying high in the wind, like a flag.
Everyone is looking at her.
That hoarse, unique, and magnetic voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time with the assistance of Origin Stone skills.
"Natural disasters brought about everything we enjoy today."
"Today, after the Great Destruction, we all live in a world built by the Origin Stone."
"When we first faced all this, we were not infected yet."
"Faced with the Source Stone falling in the most dangerous natural disaster, Terra needs its brave people to explore, develop, dig, and make sacrifices."
"We are the victims."
Tallulah paused, looked at the people looking below, swept her eyes across the crowd, and looked at them one by one.
"I am from the Yan Kingdom and a descendant of the dragon."
"You are Victorians. Some may be Philin, some may be Sakaz, some may be Kuranta who fled from Casimia, and some may be Luper, Pelo, or Volper.
"
"But here, in this segregated neighborhood, we all have a name."
"Infected."
"We are a people who were sacrificed and then abandoned."
"We are victims who have experienced the same pain, victims of suffering, monsters that people fear and the source of disease, untouchables despised by everyone, and garbage that should be burned alive."
"But, without our efforts, where would the current Pearl of Terra Victoria be? Where would there be a mobile city where people can live and work in peace and contentment and avoid natural disasters? Where are the high-rises and mansions? Where are the advanced Originium technologies?"
"Our ancestors explored, discovered, and sacrificed."
"Today, we live on an island of poverty in this mobile city with abundant material resources, in this isolated neighborhood!"
Tallulah's voice was extremely deep, and her sad mood seemed to be contagious to everyone's heart through the sound spread by the Origin Stone technique.
All the infected people lowered their heads.
Either he is so sad that he can't help himself, or he raises his head to look at her with red eyes, longing for a direction.
Tallulah said in a low voice:
"We... compatriots should not face such treatment."
"We deserve the power that belongs to us."
"But Terra hates us, spurns us, isolates us, treats us as pariahs..."
Every word she said aroused everyone's emotions.
"Faced with such a world, what should we do?"
Tallulah raised her head high, and the words in her mouth were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every infected person.
Her words were not sonorous, nor did they have the power of a speaker.
But it is such simple and straightforward words and such cruel and cold reality that can penetrate the hearts of infected people who have been discriminated against for a long time.
The infected are the tumors of the world of Terra.
It's a germ that clings to these moving cities.
They were spurned and despised, and everything seemed so natural.
That......
Has anyone asked their opinion?
Under Tallulah's gentle questioning, the Origin Stone skill stirred up the gray-black Origin Stone growing in the bodies of all infected people, and bursts of manic will surged into their hearts.
All the infected people felt extremely manic in their hearts. The furious emotions with nowhere to vent accumulated in their chests year after year, and were extinguished by blood again and again, but they still remained there.
Tallulah stood on the highest platform and spread her hands wide.
"Don't ask if the bonfire should be burning, first ask if the cold and darkness are still there,"
"Don't ask whether the bullet should be loaded, first ask whether oppression and exploitation are still there."
"Don't ask whether there will be a tomorrow for the just cause. First, ask whether the injustice in the world still exists today."
She shouted loudly to the crowd, and the whole world seemed to be suppressed and quiet.
Everyone looked at her as if looking at the dawn in the darkness.
Tallulah chanted in a low voice,
"We are fire."
"We are justice."
"We... need to resist."
"Resistance to this sick era."
"Follow me, compatriots."
Tallulah said this and took the lead to step off the high platform and move in one direction.
The crowd remained silent until the end of her speech, as if no one dared to speak in the dark.
However, looking at Tallulah's retreating figure, the figure in the crowd suddenly began to shake.
The first...the second...the tenth...the hundred...
Everyone is following her forward, following her back, following the light and hope she brings.
Everyone longs to break free from the deep and numb despair and embrace real hope.
Ahead, there is a huge separation wall that separates the normal neighborhood and the infected area.
They... need to resist.
...
Underground of Penguin Logistics Base,
The three people in Han Baiyi, who originally could only sit in the so-called 'VIP room' in the lobby of the stronghold and could not go deeper into the underground safe house, are now in the safe house at the bottom of the stronghold.
Han Baiyi threw himself into the big soft sofa, while Vina sat on the sofa in a decent manner, paying attention to her appearance. Indra was still standing behind Miss King of Advancement as usual, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Staring at the two people in front of him.
Miss Ceylon, wearing a white round hat, sat on the sofa opposite Han Baiyi. The secretary named Hei was carrying a special giant crossbow and stood behind Ceylon like a bodyguard.
With a smile on his face, Ceylon gently picked up the teapot in front of him and poured himself a cup of black tea.
"A day without black tea is not a complete day. Mr. Baiyi, would you like a cup too? I have the best tea in Victoria."
"Thank you, but I'm not used to drinking black tea. I prefer the clear tea from Yanguo." Han Baiyi declined with a gentle smile, "Also, I don't know what Miss Ceylon said about the Longmen Coin before..."
That's right, Han Baiyi is such a person who can't afford to be early without any benefit.
If Qian Jin, the mayor of the independent city "Xista" across the street, hadn't watched the whole fight between him and Skadi from the internal surveillance video of the stronghold, and suddenly wanted to discuss a big business with him, Han would have
Bai Yi had already left Victoria with his big family.
Although after some understanding, Han Baiyi probably knew that although the status of Victoria's royal family was extremely high, in terms of actual power, it was not comparable to the royal power under the centralized system.
If compared with the real world, it is probably equivalent to the royal family of Great Britain in the late nineteenth century.
However, even so, they are still facing the pursuit of a country's royal family.
Especially when it comes to something as fatal as royal succession.
Han Baiyi is naturally very confident in his own strength, but that only refers to one-on-one situations.
The appearance of Skadi has made him realize that he is not invincible.
If six or seventy-eight Skati came to attack him in turn, even a strong man like Han Baiyi would definitely lose his armor and fall thousands of miles away.
Therefore, now it is natural to run as far as possible.
But, as the saying goes, money can make the world go round.
When facing this very, very rich little rich woman, the daughter of Mayor Xista, Han Baiyi could not help but soften.
Establishing an independent force is not something that only requires strength.
Han Baiyi needs a lot of money, a lot of Longmen coins.
Hearing Han Baiyi's naked request to borrow money, Hei, who was standing behind Ceylon, frowned visibly, but quickly relaxed.
A strong person can be so willful.
Ceylon smiled calmly: "Money is not an issue. I have the entire Xista team behind me to support this. Mr. Baiyi can rest assured."
"However, before that, I hope Mr. Bai can help me solve some minor troubles."