Chapter 338 Butcher Knife

After learning that the name of the Revival Society was Liu Zirou, Jiang Ren asked Bu Lian for more information about Liu Zirou.

Maybe it was because Jiang Ren killed a strong man from the empire in front of him, or maybe it was because he saved him, or maybe it was because a lot of information was already known to the empire, so Zhou Yunlan answered his doubts without thinking too much.

Things started when Nie Xian'er disappeared and the aboriginal forces disintegrated under the bloody suppression of the empire.

Liu Zirou united a group of aboriginal people who were unwilling to live an ignoble existence and founded an organization called the "Resuscitation Society". They either hid in the desolate wilderness or hidden in bustling cities to perform the duties of the "Resuscitation Society".

Preserve and cultivate the “fire” of Aboriginal people.

And the ultimate goal - to find Nie Xian'er who was forcibly sealed, captured and hidden by the invaders with forbidden objects.

This is the real purpose of the recovery meeting.

This is also the origin of the organization's name.

"I see."

After listening to what Bu Lian said, Jiang Ren suddenly understood.

Before the war, Xian'er disappeared inexplicably. It was not because she was afraid of fighting and absconding as advertised by the invaders, but because she was plotted by the empire and was forcibly sealed with an unknown taboo, and then captured and hidden.

The reason for such propaganda is just to suppress the resistance of the aboriginal people and reduce their own losses.

After hearing the news, Jiang Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

Since coming to this world, his memory of this world has gradually recovered, and naturally he does not want anything to happen to Nie Xian'er, who he treats as his daughter.

"Senior, the guild leader is the last hope of our aborigines. If he dies, we may no longer be able to resist the barbarian rule."

With a plop, Bu Lian fell to his knees and begged Jiang Ren in tears: "Senior, please save the leader. Bu Lian is willing to die in return!"

Just now, in order to fight against the strong men of the empire, he had no choice but to use secret techniques. Now his strength is very low. Even if he knew that the guild leader was in danger, he could not do anything.

What's more, he knew it very well.

Although his strength is not bad, but with the scale of the imperial people's encirclement and suppression of him, it can be seen that the danger encountered by the guild leader is definitely more than ten times greater than his own. Even if he is at his peak, he will probably be nothing more than a muddy sea, and he cannot afford it.

A little ripple.

After thinking about it, only the senior with such weird methods in front of me might have the slightest chance of helping the guild leader.

"Senior, please save the leader!"

When Zhou Yunlan saw this, he knelt down and knelt down.

To the two of them, Nie Xian'er seemed too far away, while Wu Hao was the person they were in indirect or direct contact with all the time, and the person who shone brightest in their hearts.

If possible, they would sacrifice their lives to keep her safe.

"Tell me the location." Jiang Ren said calmly.

"Senior, I know my request is unreasonable, but..."

Bu Lian subconsciously thought that Jiang Ren was refusing. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately woke up, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and quickly reported the detailed location of the headquarters of the Resuscitation Society.

Jiang Ren didn't hesitate much. After asking about the landmark buildings and landscapes on the way, he transformed into a technological fighter jet and soared into the sky.

Soon, the tail flame disappeared into the dark night sky.

Bu Lian closed his mouth to ask Jiang Ren to take him with him and prayed silently in his heart.

Zhou Yunlan, who had experienced a lot in just a few days, was also the same, but with Jiang Ren's departure, she felt a little more lost.

The headquarters of the Resurrection Society is located in a large city in the middle of the empire.

Adhering to the principle that the more dangerous a place is, the safer it is, the Resurgence Society has controlled several people in high positions in this city and radiated its eyes to several surrounding cities. In addition, it has placed a mana ban on all core members. Only in this way can it

It has been hidden to this day.

By the time Jiang Ren arrived at his destination, four days had passed.

This was not because he deliberately slowed down, but because the distance between the two places was really far.

Moreover, his strength is also insufficient. Although he can transform into a fighter jet, he is far from reaching the flying speed of contemporary fighter jets in the main world.

Seeing the city in the distance, Jiang Ren slowed down.

Look up.

Countless smoke rose from the city and merged into the sky to form huge black clouds.

The city was full of flames, with buildings and human remains everywhere, and less than one-third of the buildings remained intact.

It looks like a ruined city after a great war.

"Is it over?"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ren hovered high in the sky.

He had already anticipated this outcome on the way there. After all, the Empire had an absolute advantage and used thunderous means to attack the Resurgence Society. No matter how hard he thought, it was impossible for the Resurgence Society to delay the war until a few days later.

Although he felt that Liu Zirou was in danger, Jiang Ren decided to find someone to ask about what happened that day.

Compared to the unmanaged city, there are several imperial legions stationed outside the city.

At a rough glance, the number is no less than ten thousand.

Although there were many people, they had no intention of extinguishing the fire in the city, let alone saving the victims in the city.

They just guarded the entrances and exits tightly and scrutinized all the victims who escaped from the city. The imperial people were taken to one side and the natives were taken to the other side.

Wait for the sky to darken.

Jiang Ren quietly fell into the largest military camp.

On the south side of the military camp, more than 3,000 aboriginal people who escaped from the city lived in a temporary wooden warehouse.

The huge number of people made them crowded in the warehouse.

Many people couldn't even lie down because all kinds of noises were mixed together. Even at night, the noise was no quieter than that of a vegetable market.

If many people had not long been accustomed to the life of lower-class people, and their blood had been wiped out, leaving only submissive people, and the dozens of people who came forward two days ago because of the overcrowding of the warehouse were tortured alive by the imperial people, I am afraid that such a bad living environment would have

It had already caused a riot.

Outside the warehouse, a pile of firewood was set up at some point.

Piles after piles of firewood were evenly placed around the walls of the warehouse. Further outside, an Imperial soldier holding a torch stood at regular intervals.

Not far away.

A young imperial noble touched his chin and looked at the middle-aged officer beside him: "Should we start now? Don't wait for two more days? Maybe we can gather hundreds more people by then."

"No."

The middle-aged officer shook his head and said: "With the intensity of the fire in the city, most of the people who could escape have already escaped within four days. Even if we wait a few more days, there will only be a few dozen people at most. We can just kill them directly when the time comes."

The young nobleman nodded slightly, then looked at the warehouse with a smile on his face: "Sir, you know that I like the magnificent scenery that follows. Could you please temporarily transfer the authority to set fire to me?"

The middle-aged officer shrugged: "Why not, I like to fulfill young people's little hobbies."

"There was once a plague in our world, so a large number of rats were eliminated, and the plague was finally successfully solved."

"Now the lower-class people are trying to resist our rule regardless of their favor. Although we cannot completely eliminate them, we can still do it by wiping out the lower-class people in several surrounding cities."

The young nobleman pulled out the thin sword from his waist and raised his hand to point to the sky. Under the light of the fire, his smile was bright and extraordinary.

The education at home and at school told him that lower-class people should have the consciousness of lower-class people, and if they had the slightest desire to stand up and become masters, their hands and feet would be cut off.

Only by making them afraid can we prevent them from turning around as much as possible.

The warehouse was extremely noisy, and there was no clue that danger was approaching.

The only sound outside the warehouse was the sound of burning torch flames, like a butcher knife about to fall.

In the new year, I wish you all the best!
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