"I want to take the path of a 'news opinion maker'. Since there are media and live broadcasts here, I want to spread the news of the brutal things done by the Gods' camp while protecting the safety of the parties involved. In this way, even if I don't fight, my contribution to the camp will not be reduced."
Su Mingan listened without saying anything.
The idea of the road is very clear.
However, this would put Lu in complete opposition to the Gods' camp. If the Freedom Camp was defeated, Lu would definitely be in trouble.
"——So, do you understand the purpose of me telling you this?" Lu suddenly said.
"Yes." Su Mingan said, "You want me to start the Dawn War as Asa Akto, and you don't want me to stand by and watch as Lewis, right?"
Against this backdrop, such tragic incidents will only increase and never end.
“I don’t know why you possessed Akhto.” Lu said, “It only means that if there is one person who can save these people, you are the most suitable one.
I... don't force you, I just want you to see these things. Even if you choose to continue to be Lewis, I will respect you. After all, you have mechanical technology that is far ahead of your time, which is enough for you to gain good contribution points. There is no need to take the most dangerous path. "
"..."Su Mingan didn't say anything.
They walked past an art studio where some children were scribbling green mountains and clear waters on paper - that was the scenery before the century's disaster.
Although no one remembers what happened during the catastrophe of the century, everyone can vaguely remember that that era was a very beautiful time.
Like Qiu Li, they will have a secret and genuine yearning for that era and try their best to restore that unknown past.
Su Mingan withdrew his gaze.
His eyes are distant.
"——Run, the people from the Holy Inquisition are coming!"
Suddenly, the people who were about to leave the city ran back as if they were running for their lives.
Lu's expression tensed, and he pulled Su Ming'an and went into the gap between the houses nearby.
The Holy Inquisition is the largest judicial institution in the Gods' camp. It is a powerful armed force belonging to Lin Guang and can execute residents at will.
In the narrow gap between the walls, there were only some piled-up wooden racks and charcoal fires. Su Mingan pressed himself against the wall, looking at the scene outside.
Among the fleeing crowd, Su Mingan saw a leisurely figure.
——That is a man walking in steel.
The white-haired young man walked among the steel-cast machines, his handsome face showing a warm blood color, as if he had integrated into the mechanical army. His robe was blown up by the wind, and his eyes no longer had the tenderness he had when he walked with Su Mingan at night. Facing the fleeing people, he only said one sentence:
"I suspect there are disobedients here—search house to house."
Behind him, the mechanical army with bloodshot eyes received the order and rushed out.
The mechanical army broke into people's homes and searched their belongings. If there were any items that were judged to be "blasphemous", the person would be dragged out and tied up.
As for the specific criteria, no one knows. This is simply like... a massacre without any standards, just to reduce the population.
People were taken to the square, like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. And the god-like Lin Guang, the agent who judged people's lives, stood on the high platform and gestured to the mechanical army in charge of the execution.
Those extremely cold eyes contained emotions that were not at all human.
It's just like... the [Dawn System] of the Measurement City.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out and blood splattered.
In the center of the square, a resident staggered and fell, like a flag that had been pushed down. All the others were trembling. They closed their eyes, gritted their teeth, and hugged the people around them tightly.
...How many people can survive? How many people will Lin Guang kill this time?
Most of the people living in District 11 were scattered wanderers, and they were unable to resist Lin Guang’s massacre.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot was heard.
"Bang!"
Then there was another sound.
Those who dared to resist were restrained by Lin Guang's powerful "source". They lay on the ground whimpering, squeezed into a bloody mess by the powerful pressure.
Several people wearing the badges of the Holy Tribunal stood behind Lin Guang, watching the scene indifferently.
Blood flowed out.
The energy from the dead man's body did not flow toward the shooter, but instead poured uniformly into Lin Guang's hands, as if it had entered his body.
The back of Lin Guang's hand became brighter and brighter. When it reached a certain brightness, he looked coldly at the group of crawling lambs and turned away.
The gunfire stopped.
Apart from a pool of blood, not even a single body was left in the square. All that was left were the low cries of the survivors and the mournful screams of those who had lost their loved ones.
"Why……"
"Why has the world become like this..."
Low cries permeated the blood-soaked land.
Su Mingan watched this scene.
He knew this was just history repeating itself.
Since there was a break during this period when they returned to the Measurement City, it meant that the scene presented by Kaiusta was just a false one. No matter what he did, he could not change what had already happened in history.
He calmed down and turned his head - suddenly he saw a huge fire rising into the sky at the execution site in the central square not far away. Someone was being burned at the stake.
On the execution platform, on the burning cross, hung a charred human figure.
The victim was already dead, the flames had burned through his body, burning his skin and bones, and he hung on the rack, motionless.
Among the crowd of onlookers, a young red-haired woman covered the child's eyes.
"Why - why did they burn Dad to death! Why! What did Dad do wrong? It's just... I didn't complete my daily prayers on time. Why do we have to listen to those gods who can't show up..." the child cried.
"Shh..." The woman heard it and covered the child's mouth: "Yao Wen, be quiet, be careful not to be heard..."
After a moment, she placed a kiss on his forehead.
"Your father is gone. He went to enjoy himself in a world without turbulence..." The young woman whispered softly, "From now on, I will be your mother, okay? You can call me Feisi, or call me Feisi Mom..."
The little child's face was a mess from crying, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.
He didn't understand why the world was so cruel to him and why it had to burn a living person alive.
...Just for the so-called gods?
...What exactly are gods? Why should we listen to their whispers?
The crowd watched this scene, but no one dared to comfort him. They left the place numbly.
Only the red-haired young woman and the child were left, hugging each other tightly, like the most pitiful mother and child in doomsday.
The raging fire that almost covered the sky and the charred figure on the cross stood behind them like a bright red flag.
"...Someone come and save us." The child cried bitterly.
“Please.”
"Someone can...save us."
The flag fluttered and melted in the blood-red sunlight.
Like living with fire.
…
Su Mingan turned around.
The firelight traced his features and reflected in his dark grey eyes.
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