It's not that he has never entered the provincial headquarters of the rebel organization, it's just the northern province where the Round Table Council has the greatest influence.
There, Qingwu met the most fierce warrior who was not afraid of death.
In the headquarters, except for the settings required for cultivation, everything is very simple. It seems that in their lives, apart from cultivation, they are doing everything they can to fight!
Although in that operation, the parliament soldiers slaughtered all the rebels in the entire main altar, Qing Wu did not spare a hand.
But I still have respect for these people in my heart.
Qing Wu thought that all rebel organizations were like this.
I just didn't expect that the rebel organization in the Southwest Province would be in such a situation.
The couple didn't look very good-looking.
Qin Qi and the others had left the Baishan branch together before, and had seen the situation of the branch. All resources were used to develop and preserve strength. How could there be such extravagant scenes here?
"Let's go, the chief is already waiting for us in the meeting hall," Moho Heir said silently.
Mohe Heir is the name of Lingling Lu’s father.
His mother is Lissin the Mighty One.
"Every time I come here, I always feel uncomfortable," Lissing sighed.
When Mo He heard this, he quickly shouted: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Lissin shut up and said no more words.
Several people walked all the way to the temple in the center of the headquarters and climbed up the stairs.
This temple was built to be extremely majestic and magnificent, and it cost an unimaginable amount of money.
Every time he walked here, Mo He would think, if the money was used to assist the soldiers in the organization in their training, would many fewer people die?
But he didn't dare to talk about such doubts at all.
Fortunately, he rarely comes to the headquarters, so he doesn't turn a blind eye to it, so he won't die of suffocation!
Climbing up the extremely long and extremely high stairs that serve no purpose other than showing majesty, what appears in front of everyone is a magnificent meeting hall!
Such luxurious decoration makes people dizzy.
The couple, who had devoted their lives to the rebel organization, became even more silent and their expressions became uglier.
When they come here, someone will guide them.
The man was dressed in fine clothes, with an arrogant look on his face, and his aura was even more frivolous. It was completely impossible to tell that he was a member of a rebel organization.
If it weren't for the fact that this place was the southwest headquarters of the rebel organization, Qin Qi would only think that he was the son of a big family.
"We're finally here. My dad has been waiting for a long time. Come in quickly and don't waste my dad's time!" The man said impatiently.
This is the son of the chief of the altar, and he serves in this temple because of connections.
All he does is meaningless trivial matters, but his position is extremely high and he enjoys the most generous treatment.
The pensions he received from the bloody soldiers who died in battle were not even as much as the cost of a drink.
Qin Qi was really speechless.
At this time, the rebel organization has completely changed its view, at least for the southwest headquarters.
Qin Qi even saw that this person seemed to have glanced at Lingling Lu a few times, and the look in his eyes was something that Qin Qi would not miss.
Are you interested in Linglinglu?
The man noticed Qin Qi's gaze and snorted lightly, but did not dare to look again. He just saluted very perfunctorily: "Senior Wudao, my father is waiting for you."
The Wu Dao in front of him was not the same as what he saw every day.
But that man wasn't surprised. Wudao had always been like this anyway. His true identity was probably unknown even to his father.
Qin Qi ignored it and walked straight into the palace.
The size of the meeting hall is so large that it is hard to imagine that it is only used for discussions. In terms of size, it is even inferior to the hall of the Round Table Council.
Of course, the ancient heritage is not on the same level at all.
In the center of the meeting hall, surrounded by thousands of exquisite stone pillars, there is a throne standing. At this moment, there is a person sitting on it, like a king!
He looked down at everyone as if he were a god!
"See Mr. President!" Although Mo He and the others were reluctant, they all knelt down.
"Is this the Commander-in-Chief of Southwest?" Qin Qi whispered in his heart.
This person is indeed a bit extraordinary. He has several powerful treasures on his body that cover up his aura, but Qin Qi can still see through it.
The strength of the Great God!
Good guy!
It's just that this aura has begun to float, rising and falling. It seems that he is in the threat of falling. In a real battle, he is not an unreasonable opponent.
It’s no wonder that Wudao has a huge reputation in the southwestern provinces.
This guy doesn't even dare to take action, otherwise he may expose the truth about his declining strength!
"Wudao, you really did a good job this time." Commander Southwest looked down at everyone and said coldly.
This tone does not sound like a compliment at all.
"What do you mean?" Qin Qi just asked flatly.
The eyes of the Southwest Commander were a little gloomy.
He has always hated Wu Dao's attitude. He is the commander-in-chief of the Southwest Province, and he is the highest-ranking person. Why should he despise him?
When you see him, you should kneel down!
"Hmph, what have you done? Don't you understand? Could it be that the destruction of the Berserker clan has nothing to do with you?" Chief Southwest said in a deep voice.
Qin Qi shrugged and said, "I am only responsible for saving people. What does the destruction of the Berserker have to do with me?"
The corners of the Southwest Chief's eyes trembled and he said sternly: "Okay, it has nothing to do with you, but someone must be responsible for the consequences of this matter!"
Responsible?
"Sir, isn't it a good thing that the Berserker clan was wiped out? It's inspiring, so why should we be held responsible instead?" Mo He couldn't help but ask.
This kind of thing should be rewarded.
How come we are here and someone has to be held responsible!
"Mo He, don't you think you can get a reward? Do you know how much trouble you have caused!" the Southwest Commander shouted sternly.
"The direct demise of the Berserker clan will inevitably lead to a backlash from the Parliament. You don't know what kind of situation we will face by then, right?"
"Don't we only deserve to be beaten?" Lissin said unconvinced.
"Shut up, do you have the right to speak?" President Southwest shouted, and said in a cold voice: "Do you think the game between the two major forces is just playing house? Is it that simple?"
"The balance that Southwest has finally achieved may be directly destroyed by you!"
"Balance..." Mo He gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger and said, "Then what does the chief think we should do?"
"This matter must be cleared up by the parliament, otherwise our Southwest Province will be burned to the ground!" the Southwest Chief said calmly.
"How to give steps?"
"Those people in the southwest just want to give an explanation to the parliament. They are not willing to fight if they can."
"And this matter started because of you. For now, I can only give up on you and the Baishan branch. Only in this way can everything be settled!"
"Exchanging a branch for a berserker, we won't lose money on this deal!" the Southwest Chief said slowly.
Mo He and the others all shook their bodies and were furious.
"How can you so lightly abandon soldiers who are fighting for the same ideal!" Mo Ho roared. "This is sacrifice!" the Southwest Commander said lightly, and then his voice was sharp, "Why, you are actually afraid of sacrifice?"