Chapter 393 Funeral

Nisto's guards escorted Spirit Fire northward to visit the rebels, and at the same time drove away all kinds of Xiaoxiao.

There is no shuttle to take on Xingping North Road, and 102 can only sit in the back compartment of a large freight truck. 101 secretly used her reconnaissance orb to clear the way, only Lu Jing stayed by 102's side.

"What's that?" 102 pointed to a big black box in the carriage.

"...Mileia." Lu Jing showed a helpless expression.

"The Nisto company dealt with her at the port." 102 carefully talked to Lu Jing, so as not to reveal too many secrets.

"Yes." Lu Jing said, "...we want to 'store' Miriam safely with us."

Miriah's ability to control her mind with her gaze is terrifying. 102 thought anxiously. But Tianshu Zhiwu didn't mean to dispose of Mi Laiya safely. Instead, she took it with her in the car. If she ran away, she would definitely kill many people. If she was controlled by Mi Laiya, I really don't know what it would be scene.

"I'm afraid." 102 said, "Miraiya is very dangerous."

"In the early years, she worked at the core of the lighthouse." Lu Jing pressed his forehead, "At that time, she did a lot of evil things, controlling people's hearts, this is the most vicious kind of magic, no, it can be said to be the most evil. "

"Magic power is divided into good and evil?" 102 didn't understand.

"There must be." Lu Jing sighed, "Justice and evil, these are the basic attributes of everything."

"Ah, I don't believe it." 102 said.

"Once the mind control is activated, the other party will sink." Lu Jing looked into 102's eyes, "Once this kind of magic power takes effect, it is a crime in itself, depriving people of their free will and turning them into a respondent, don't you think it's scary ?"

"It's scary..." 102 had to admit, "What about you? Your magic power is 'anti-magic power'?"

Lu Jing released her anti-magic power, and a colorful brilliance enveloped 102, making 102 feel weak and limp, and wanted to just pass out like this.

Seeing 102's appearance, Lu Jing couldn't help smiling.

"Do you want to see Miriam's current state?" Lu Jing pointed to the big black box in the carriage, "Maybe she wants to see you too."

102 feels like the magic power circuit has been blocked, and he can't even experience the flow of magic power.

"Wait, wait..." 102 said with difficulty, "I feel so tired."

Lu Jing smiled and withdrew her anti-magic power, so the magic power in 102's body could surge again, turning around her body.

Anti-magic is really powerful. 102 felt very uncomfortable, with his back against the wall of the compartment.

Mind control is an evil magic. 102 secretly thought. The anti-magic power is even more evil than evil, directly turning the witches into ordinary girls, what is this?

Army trucks headed north through a border military post.

102 looked out from the glass window at the rear of the carriage. After entering Xingping North Road, the landscape became even more desolate. The luxurious cities, company buildings and technological facilities that 102 was familiar with disappeared without a trace, leaving only a large area of ​​original ecological rugged hills .

The gun towers and bunkers are inserted like nails on the defensive ridges, hidden by complex rock blocks and trees.

The sky was gray, and 102 saw the roadside landmark, which said that it was contracted by Shilla Infrastructure Construction Company. This cement two-lane road went deep into the north like a solitary line, and it became more and more winding. Soon, it was surrounded by vast mountains and mountains. Replaces wilds on the sides.

"What a big mountain." 102 sighed.

"Yaoyin Mountain is like a boundary mountain that distinguishes the north and south of Silla," Lu Jing explained with a smile, "Like a natural defensive barrier, it gave the rebels a space to survive and move. After crossing this mountain, you can see some A village on the plain."

102 was lying on the back of the car, leaning against the glass and looking out. The wheels were turning on the road, making a harsh friction sound, which was even more sharp when going downhill.

What Lu Jing said was true. When the truck went downhill and turned over the mountains, 102 saw that the terrain became flatter, with dry paddy fields and agricultural towns on both sides.

Many people worked in silence, most of them were pale and emaciated, which made 102 flustered. She was used to the relaxed and leisurely life in the Shijin Building.

Surrounded by shops, shopping malls and large car parks, a city like this before the war, which should have been busy and populated, was dead.

102 saw the soldiers of the rebel army. Compared with the guards in Yidu City, they only lacked anti-riot helmets, and they were still patrolling the streets with live ammunition, guarding against any possible threats.

The war in Silla has been going on for five years. 102 thought to himself. If there is no external force to intervene, this war will continue endlessly.

No wonder not only the people from Tianshu want to come, but Lila also hopes that Nistor Company can interfere with Silla. If the unification here is promoted, there will be a lot of new resources and new opportunities. 102 began to use his brain. The Silla Peninsula is adjacent to the Xia region, stretching out to the sea like a spear, towards the northern archipelago, and its geographical value is infinite.

102 stood and looked at the street. The speed of the truck slowed down because it entered a densely populated area. 102 could easily see the scene on the street. There were announcements of energy control and resource rationing everywhere. Line up to hand out balms and some pigment-infused drinks.

Decadent men and women live by smoking and drinking, avoiding the guard posts of the rebels, trading secretly in the alleys, using bullets as hard currency, venting their emotions with graffiti, weaving their deepest desires with pink and deep purple paint.

"Peace!" was spray-painted on the wall. She saw someone cut open the palm of his hand, pressed red palm prints on it, and wrote "There is only blood, no peace" on the side with his finger stained with blood.

These small towns are messy, completely different from the clean Yidu City. 102 silently watched all this, several times she said to herself in her heart, enough has been seen! Look no further! But she still resolutely recorded everything in Silla with her own eyes, and she had a panoramic view of prosperity and bleakness.

The car arrived at the headquarters of the Rebel Army on Xingping North Road, a place called Xincheng.

The Yiliu River is the mother river of the Silla people. Xincheng stands on the south bank of the Yiliu River. The car made a detour and did not enter the city. Instead, it came to the river bank in the suburbs. A funeral was being held here, and the atmosphere was cold. .

"Get out of the car." Linghuo ordered, so 102 held the gun, pushed open the door and jumped down, breathing the cool air. There were about twenty rebel soldiers beside him. 102 skipped them and walked towards the funeral itself. They dug in the ground. An unprecedentedly large pit was built to bury Wei Shiyue, surrounded by mourning utensils, used to place people's thoughts on this beloved white dragon.

The body of the silver-white flying dragon is buried in the soil, and it is now filling the soil. Halfway through the process, 102 can still see Wei Shiyue's folded wings and stiff claws. It was so strong and beautiful in its lifetime, but now it looks like this Dry, and dark red blood can still be seen in the wound.

The legendary "Moon Princess" died in the civil war in Silla. 102 didn't know how hard he had to be to see this scene directly.

"...This time I'm here to convey Ms. Lu's condolences." Linghuo walked towards the senior non-commissioned officers of the rebel army who presided over the funeral.

"I'm sorry to welcome you!" The leader of the rebel army, Amberley, came from under the green cypress tree, and said to the sapphire machine puppet Spirit Fire.

102 found Amberley to be an elderly man, at least 50 years old, with a wrinkled face. Presumably, the long war has exhausted his energy, and Wei Shiyue died in the guns of modern entertainment like this.

"What's the progress of the war?" Linghuo asked, "Since Miss Wei Shiyue has..."

Amberley looked towards the huge dragon mound.

"...This is our worst loss." Amberley sighed, "We must avenge her... We must fight resolutely to complete the unification of Silla. We have the determination to fight, and we hope Miss Lu can provide some immediate help, The assistance of Tianshu Zhiwu can greatly relieve our urgent needs."

"I will convey it." Linghuo nodded.

After exchanging polite greetings, they separated again, and Linghuo walked in the direction of Xincheng.

"Let's go to the hotel inside." Linghuo said to 102.

"What kind of person is Amberley, the current leader of the rebel army?" 102 asked.

Spirit Fire looked at Amberley who was standing on a high place, he looked particularly vicissitudes in the wind.

"He is an anti-companyist." Linghuo said, "It has been more than 30 years since the rebel army was organized in Xingping North Road. Since the powerful Wei October helped them fight, their power has expanded many times, so that they can It's on par with modern entertainment."

"But Wei Shiyue is dead." 102 whispered, "Doesn't it mean that Modern Entertainment is going to win the whole war? Who will Tianshu Zhiwu help?"

102 Speaking of this, I already know the answer. Tianshu Manufacturing is definitely inclined to help modern entertainment, which is also a giant enterprise, at least it is also a company.

"It's very complicated." Linghuo said, "We came here mainly because Ms. Lu had an interesting idea, and now there is no chance to verify that idea. Well... at least prove that Wei Shiyue is indeed a dragon, a dead dragon .”

102 nodded slightly, the situation in Silla was much more complicated than imagined when he came here. She can only hope that after conveying the news back, the smarter people—Xu Yang, Lila, and Lady Farosha—will make the right decision.