Chapter 2410 The Attacker Appears!

In the square facing the geothermal energy well in the center of the big iron factory, under the reflection of the steaming flames, hundreds of backbones of the Wuyou Sect were escorted out amidst countless workers watching.

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

It's just that they don't have the fear of death, nor the indifference and bewilderment when they practiced "Wangyoujue", only a touch of joy and relief.

Everyone hummed an ancient and warm tune softly, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, walking towards their end, and leaving their final smiles to the workers watching around.

Different from Li Yao's impassioned and passionate war song that was played over the big iron factory more than half a month ago, the tone was almost as low as the dust, and it was as bleak as an unextinguished coal core in the ashes, but it was full of "moisture." The appeal of "silent things".

After the failure of the riot, the workers who voluntarily stayed were already ashamed, dragging their corpse-like bodies, inserting themselves into the depths of the assembly line and the mine, and letting the immortal practitioners manipulate them.

But the smiles of Xu Zhicheng, Shidun man "teacher" and others in the scene before them, as well as their soft humming, reawakened the sleepy hearts of the workers, as if pouring a handful of adulterated drugs down their throats. The soft white sugar of salt, the intricate taste, came to my heart again.

I don't know who started it first, but all the workers echoed Xu Zhicheng and others and sang softly together.

Maybe they have long forgotten the lyrics, maybe they even remember the rhythm in pieces, and even some young workers have never heard the melody, but the melody was actually engraved on their genes a long time ago. Open your throat, and the voice will flow out naturally.

Such a warm melody made the cultivators feel a bone-chilling chill.

Li Minghui had never seen such a scene. Even the shocking battle song during the Wuyou Sect riot more than half a month ago seemed less weird and terrifying than the almost whispering chanting of the workers at this moment.

"Don't sing, don't sing!"

The immortal cultivator brandished an electromagnetic whip, "slapped" balls of dazzling ball lightning in mid-air, and roared at the throat.

The singing sound was like a calm ocean, which quickly engulfed these small electric sparks.

Now that the workers are ashamed, they will no longer be afraid of the threat from the cultivators.

Li Minghui didn't dare to start a massacre, most of the workers ran away, and it was not so convenient to mobilize new workers and psychic puppets. He only had these available people at hand, and it was difficult to complete the production tasks assigned by Yue Wushuang. , if the worker's anger is aroused again, and the task cannot be completed, even he will be buried with these lowly bastards!

Li Minghui could only grit his teeth and order his subordinates and battle puppets to separate the workers as much as possible, and not give them a chance to gather together, and then ordered the executioner to execute the execution quickly, so as to avoid long nights and dreams. I also plan to wait until the heads of these people are cut off.

The whole big iron factory is like this, dead silence and chaos coexist in a very contradictory way, just like the ocean before the storm, or the volcano about to erupt.

This scene was clearly seen by the attackers lying on the abandoned rock wall southwest of the big iron factory in a hidden mine.

Including the new firepower setting of the big iron factory at this moment, as well as the number of elite guardsmen and witch hunters and patrol routes, all of them are transformed into waterfall-like data and shining translucent route maps. Emerged one by one.

The blond boy with golden hair carried a heavy-duty anti-shield sniper rifle, locked on one fire point after another, and set the corresponding shooting parameters. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he said anxiously: "Sister Long, Guardian Xu They are about to be executed by the cultivators, how long do we have to wait before we can go down to save people?"

"I've said it many times along the way, and now I'll say it again for the last time. We are not here to save people, but to kill people. If you really want to save people, go down and save them yourself!"

Long Yangjun coiled his waterfall-like black hair around the back of his head, biting a blue dagger in his mouth, his face was as cold as iron, "There are so many elite imperial guards and witch hunters below, as well as Yue Wushuang, a celestial demon. The female devil head of the trial court personally sits in the town, how can I save it?

"Don't underestimate Yue Wushuang, although she was not the most famous and outstanding among all the gods in the empire in the past few decades, she was largely dragged down by the weakness of the Heavenly Demon Tribunal.

"Judging from her combat performance in the past few months, she definitely deserves the words 'unpredictable, ruthless, and ruthless'. The results of the Heavenly Demon Tribunal's killing of heavenly demons and research on psionic energy over the past few hundred years have all been condensed on her. .

"How is it possible to rescue so many workers and followers of the Worry-free Church under her nose?

"Finding a chance to kill her is already the most ideal result. As for whether the cultivators' control over the big iron factory will collapse after killing her, and how many workers and worry-free believers can escape, let's ask for blessings." !"

Li Jialing said anxiously: "But"

"No but!"

Long Yangjun gave the young man a hard look, "Do you think I like to come back here? Do you think I am full or suffering from insanity, so I am willing to go back to the big iron factory guarded by immortal cultivators to pretend to be hero?

"It's not because he was seriously injured, ran out of ammunition and food, and was chased to nowhere by those two deities, so he had to kill his carbine and come here to try his luck!

"Listen, we're running out of ammunition, fuel, and psionic energy reserves. At most, we can only persist in a short assault battle. It is absolutely impossible to continue to entangle with the immortal cultivator, let alone the ability to cause extra problems.

"Within a radius of hundreds of miles, only the big iron factory has enough resources to allow us to get effective supplies, and no one would have thought that we would have the guts to come back, so this is the safest place. This is where we ventured back The reason, the only reason!

"In the past few days, we have tried our best to escape the pursuit of the two Avatar Gods, and we have won a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. However, the ecstasy array we set up cannot deceive them for too long. Once the trick is exposed, they will surely We will quickly realize that we only have six hours to half a day at most to return to the Fangda Iron Works at the fastest speed; at least, at least five minutes later, they will come out from behind our buttocks!

"With one against three, I am by no means an opponent, so I must kill the 'Moon Demon' Yue Wushuang before the other two Huashen appear, and then get enough supplies to recharge my batteries to face the new enemy.

"If you kill Yue Wushuang, if you only deal with the two Huashen, there is still room for maneuver or even reversal, otherwise, just wipe your neck and hang yourself!

"In short, now is not the time for benevolent women, remember your mission clearly, and then pray that I can kill Yue Wushuang smoothly. If so, there may still be a few people below who can survive; if you are still half-hearted, worrying about gain and loss, Don't try to save any of them!"

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

Li Jialing lowered his head in shame, and after a while, asked with concern, "Sister Long, how is your injury?"

"I can't die."

Long Yangjun's face was pale, expressionless, with a gloomy chill in his eyes, and he said word by word, "I, Long Yangjun, can't be killed by just any cat or dog. Three transformation spirits are not enough, at least ten. !"

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

Li Jialing hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, "It would be great if he was here."

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

As expected, Long Yangjun said angrily, "If he... hadn't deceived me with his sweet words, how could I have fallen into this damned vortex in a daze, and ended up getting burned!

"In the beginning, I let him run away with good intentions, but he didn't run away, and went up to risk his life righteously; when we were all dragged into the water by him, he ran away sneakily instead? What a scumbag!

"Let me tell you, the biggest mistake I made in my life was knowing your big brother, a scumbag, and for a moment I actually regarded him as a good friend; and the second biggest mistake I made was being stupid enough to believe him Words! Oh my God, when I think about it now, I’m really ashamed, what kind of ghost was so fascinated by me at that time, how could I become like him!”

"this……"

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

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

Long Yangjun said viciously, "I will never give him a chance to speak again, I just slashed him with a sharp knife, the world will be quiet, and the universe will be peaceful!"

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

In the scope, on the execution ground, the executioner wearing a steel mask has already activated the chainsaw sword, and the gleaming saw teeth are spinning rapidly.

Xu Zhicheng and others were suppressed on the ground by the fighting puppets, and their backs straightened even more in the struggle against the steel.

Li Jialing swallowed hard, his palms were wet, every muscle in his body was tense, and he couldn't restrain the urge to pull the trigger between the executioner's eyebrows.

For some reason, the image of Li Yao drenched in blood and fighting ten thousand with one enemy appeared again in his mind.

Did Brother Yao really run away?

A one-in-a-billionth miracle is really impossible. Is it really impossible for them to save everyone?

The executioner raised the chainsaw sword high, and the first to bear the brunt was Xu Zhicheng, the chief protector.

Li Jialing saw Xu Zhicheng's smile through the scope, his fingers almost screamed, and then exploded.

"Let's do it."

At this moment, Long Yangjun patted his butt lightly, "I've locked Yue Wushuang's position!"