Chapter 1841 Dead Slave

The young man suddenly thought of something and looked at Lin Shan, frowning slightly.

"The Broken Land is so big. If you go far away, how should we contact each other?"

"Should we use the Utopia's communication system?" The young man asked tentatively.

If that's the case, he has to reconsider whether to join this group.

"Use faith to contact. You will know when you get things done. If you really can't succeed, leave Yaohaizhou and find this island. You can find me there." Lin Shan pointed lightly, and a ray of light flashed, transmitting a piece of information into the boy's memory.

"See you later." Lin Shan said, and turned and left directly.

The young man watched his figure gradually disappear in the light and shadow.

He didn't stop him, but licked his lips, "Don't let me down..."

Lin Shan left Yaohaizhou and traveled for a hundred years to return to the transit island.

As soon as he stepped into the island, Lin Shan noticed something strange about the kingdom of heaven.

His figure instantly disappeared from the original place and entered a dark space.

In the mysterious space, the two founders of the "Jie Shi" were in their respective positions.

"It may be possible, but if Pul Gerald knows the truth in the future, won't he become enemies with us?" One of them frowned, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"As long as the matter can be accomplished, what does it matter if we become enemies? Do you really regard him as a partner?" Church sneered, with a hint of cold light in his eyes.

At this point, the two looked at Lin Shan at the same time, with inquiry and expectation in their eyes.

"Mumushan, how is the situation over there?" Church asked in a low voice.

"It's going well. The butcher joined and brought an additional intelligence."

Lin Shan said slowly, without too much explanation, and directly copied the relevant memory and projected it among the three people.

After absorbing the memory, Church, who was slumped in a ball, muttered to himself, "Doesn't it exist? Our research direction has always been related to order, but we have neglected to start from the original energy. This butcher may be a talent."

"However, I heard that his personality is weird and changeable, and he is extremely bloodthirsty. I thought he would be more difficult to deal with than Pul Gerald, but I didn't expect... It's so easy."

After saying that, Church looked at the chair next to him, "Adolf, what do you think? Is there any conspiracy here?"

The man called Adolf is the third person who founded the "Robbery".

Adolf's figure is a skeleton, with a strange green flame burning in his eye sockets. The flame sways slightly in the dark, revealing a mysterious and cold breath.

His skeleton is slender and strong, and a faint phosphorescence is faintly emitted between the joints, which looks extremely weird.

Adolf was very well dressed, wearing a well-cut black suit. The fabric of the suit was smooth as silk, and it shone with a low-key luster in the weak light. He had a dark red silk tie on his collar and a black hat on his head, with the brim slightly covering part of his face.

A black umbrella was leaning against the chair. The handle of the umbrella was beautifully carved, as if it was some kind of ancient artwork. The umbrella was tightly closed, and a sense of solemnity was faintly revealed.

Adolf's hand bones gently grasped the umbrella handle, and the joints of his fingers were distinct, which made him look both elegant and powerful.

"Do you think this person is simple to be able to walk with you and me?"

"Before Mumushan went to find him, I had already submitted some of his deeds to Utopia." Adolf's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, with a hint of cold echo, and every word was as piercing as the cold wind.

"Utopia should have troubled him many times." His tone was relaxed, "The butcher knew very well that he had no choice at all."

Church laughed happily, with a hint of ridicule in his laughter, "You have so many thoughts, fortunately we are not enemies, I can't play with you."

"Pul Geral's matter should also be done according to your method." Church continued, with a sly look in his eyes, "Since it is your method, you can't blame me if this fails."

"I have another piece of news here." Church turned to Lin Shan and said mysteriously, "There is another candidate in Yaohaizhou, who is very suitable."

"Who?" Lin Shan stared at Church. He had just returned from there, and it took him two hundred years to travel. If he could have said this two hundred years earlier, it would have saved a lot of time.

"Dead slave." Church slowly read out the two words.

Lin Shan frowned slightly, obviously unfamiliar with the name.

But Adolf's expression became solemn, as if he knew about the 'dead slave'.

"Is she strong? Or is there something special about her?" Lin Shan turned to Adolf, trying to get more information from him.

Adolf stretched out his five bone claws, flicked them lightly, and flicked a pheromone in front of Lin Shan.

Lin Shan instantly understood why Adolf was solemn.

The name of the dead slave was well-known in the circle of the unspeakable. She grew up from a slave to an unspeakable, and experienced hardships that ordinary people could not imagine. Her legendary life was unmatched, but it was precisely because of that miserable experience that she was full of hatred for power and her personality became extremely withdrawn.

But this experience would only make people think that she was suitable for recruitment, and it would not make Adolf solemn.

The end of the memory revealed the mystery.

The dead slave and the butcher were mortal enemies.

The hatred between the two can be traced back many ticks ago.

The slave industry under the butcher was spread all over the broken land, and he enjoyed killing all day long.

And the dead slaves have been trying to overthrow the slavery system in the Broken Land and build a world without slaves throughout their lives.

But this is almost impossible. Where there is a gap between the strong and the weak, it is inevitable that the strong will enslave the weak.

Not to mention the indescribable, even the disordered ones can hardly change this.

The Broken Land is generally a civilized land, but it is also a chaotic land. Each continent has its own system.

As an orthodox king, Utopia cannot rule the Broken Land in an all-round way. It can only try its best to ensure that there are no major problems in the Broken Land.

For some minor conflicts, such as the slavery relationship between the strong and the weak, Utopia will not intervene at all.

Who knows how many people's cakes will be moved by this chain of interests.

Although no one dares to disobey Utopia on the surface, there are many things that the strong can do behind the scenes.

This is a balance, just like the truth of nature.

But the dead slave wants to break this balance.

She is doomed to fail. She has no other way except to stop killing with killing.

Therefore, many people define the dead slave as a lunatic.

She would kill anyone she saw who was selling slaves.

Utopia would not interfere in these matters.

It was just killing some people, the strong had the right to do so.

The indescribable were not under the control of anyone, only nature.

She was willing to bear the consequences of this cause, and sooner or later she would have to bear the consequences.