After dealing with the cannibal leader, Talos turned around and watched Sabrin rescue the people in the cages one by one. Men and women greeted these huge angels with tears, some were happy for surviving, and some were crying because of their pale bodies.
Little Donovan reunited with his sister, who was only a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with unhealed wounds on her shoulders and thighs that had worsened and pus.
But her condition is even better. Some people have been "enjoyed" in advance. The cannibals cut off their hands or legs and enjoyed them. They did not kill them immediately for the freshness of the food. However, these people couldn't live long because of excessive blood loss.
Later, under the leadership of Donovan, Talos and others came to the only "peaceful" place in this area, a refugee camp.
This is a camp hidden in a neighborhood church. Perhaps in the most desperate moment, these abandoned people tried to ask the Lord of Man for help, and get its help, but the emperor's holy elephant was only silent-
It will always be silent.
But although He was speechless, there was a messenger who spoke on his behalf.
The priests declare themselves as, the law enforcement officers declare themselves as, and the rulers of the Cundu also repeatedly emphasized that they were.
But everyone knows that there is only one kind of person who can completely replace the Emperor, and that is His Angel of Death.
When Talos walked into this ruined refugee camp, he felt the silence of expectation. The only light source here was the small candles that were almost burnt out. Many eyes looked at him from the shadows, the sound of gasping echoed in his ears, and the dying moaned in low voices, and then-
He smelled a little stench of corpses. Judging from the bones in the corner, the people here obviously did not survive by picking up scatters. They could only say that it was so far that maintaining the most basic civilization became a luxury.
At this time, Sabrin suddenly left the queue. He walked straight to the side of the church front hall, in front of a shabby tent shrouded in darkness. When he lifted the rag curtain, he saw a ragged woman, with a shabby body and shriveled chest, holding a baby who was already purple all over. The woman cut her hands and let blood drip on the baby's lips. The chapped lips were humming an unknown nursery rhyme.
As for the discovery of a giant, the woman seemed to be unaware of it. Sablin squatted down and whispered:
"He is dead...stop, or you will die."
The woman hugged the dead baby tightly as if she was electrocuted, dragging her body back with difficulty, and staring at the giant close at hand in horror.
Sabrin took off his helmet, his dark eyes shining particularly in the darkness, and he stretched out his hand toward the woman.
"It has been saved...will not be—"
The woman suddenly screamed, stood up on the wall, limped towards the distance, but fell to the ground after taking a few steps because of her weakness. Even so, she kept the dead baby tightly on her chest, curled up in a ball and let out a heartbreaking sob.
"ah----!"
Sabrin suddenly roared, and his fist hit the ground suddenly, causing cracks to appear on the entire marble-paved ground, scaring the refugees to hide back into the darkness.
He turned his head and looked at the statue of the emperor towering in the giant niche of the church. It was the brightest position of the candlelight. You could see that there were some food piled up around the ritual stand in front of the statue, ranging from ration sticks to moldy bread.
Sabrin, known for his calmness and calmness, walked to the lecture stage, kicked him over with one foot, then grabbed a handful of food and held it in the air.
"I would rather starve to death! Do you all give the life-saving thing to a stone? Ah! It's just a stone!"
Suddenly, a commotion appeared in the shadows, and faint lights shot from afar, and he could see them escorting a bearded priest, his frenzied moans echoing in the church.
"Long live!"
The old priest screamed almost in a daze.
"Salute to the angels of the Divine Emperor!"
In the last few steps, he insisted on walking by himself, shaking and kneeling in front of him as much as possible, his eyes flashing with tears of joy, as if the torture and pain during this period were finally rewarded.
"Thank you God Emperor! Praise the God Emperor! We have passed this test! We have been redeemed!"
Sabrin looked down at the other party. Everyone was dressed in rags and everyone was covered in dirt, but the priest was still quite glamorous and had no signs of hunger.
He smiled, revealing his pale teeth, like a midnight ghost.
"It seems that you are very full and have the strength to kneel down..."
"Well--"
The priest was stunned for a moment, raised his head slightly, saw the food that Sabrin pinched in his fist, and then whispered:
"That...that is a symbol of believers...the piety, for the Emperor of God..."
Sabrin lifted the other party up.
"I guess, the Emperor must want to listen to your screams at this time."
This is, one hand holding his wrist.
"Enough, killing him will not calm your anger, let alone any use. Don't let anger devour your reason."
The hand was very powerful, and he pressed Sabrin's arm down. When he saw that it was Kasati, he let go of his palm and let the priest fall.
"stand up."
Talos's voice was very calm, with an invincible force. The priest seemed to be stationary by the invisible force, and then stood up slowly.
"Tell me the truth, what exactly happened."
Soon, an amazing fact spit out from the priest's trembling lips.
It is actually very simple to say. Since Angustom was besieged, the surrounding nests that rely on the casting world to provide prosthesis (the Goliath-class factory ships are the main means to provide prosthesis for the nests) immediately encountered an energy crisis. However, if this were the case, there would not be a terrible disaster. But the problem lies in that the entire Great Vortex was already highly tight before this. Angustom was not only the largest producer of the Great Vortex, but also the largest manufacturer of synthetic food in the Great Vortex. Although the overall production proportion does not seem to be high, it is extremely high in the trade proportion.
Although other nests also have their own food production and processing industries and proge refining industries, they are basically only maintained in a barely self-sufficiency situation. In other words, even if there are several percentage fluctuations in the trade market, feedback will be generated immediately. At the same time, nests must also assume another obligation—
War tax of the Expeditionary Force.
This was an extremely huge expense. Due to the continued war, the previous conscription plan had been expanded three times to reach a scale of 2 billion. The food, clothing and use of these soldiers must be borne by the world of the Great Whirlpool. There are also a large number of logistics personnel serving the Expeditionary Force. Half a year after the issuance of military invoices, its scope has far exceeded the original limited range. When the materials of Reza cannot be supplied in time, the expeditionary force logistics department will use various means to force a large number of nobles and rulers of the Cundu to hand over their wealth to support the expedition, and these will be transferred to the civilians immediately.
For example, this nest capital has collected nine rounds of war taxes in one year.
Chapter completed!