After the global recovery, I traveled through

And there are countless cases like Orleans.

The slums have really become a crowded ant nest. Orleans can hear girls in the slums asking each other: "Are you still virgin? You are already twelve years old."

Such terrible days finally have a glimmer of hope. The new industrial zone was established by the nobles.

From then on, they felt that they were not slaves and paupers. They liked the name of workers. They also wore clean and tidy clothes. They could touch beautiful handicrafts one by one. They were willing to exchange their labor for rewards.

But life was still painful. They had to work nearly twenty hours a day, and the daily reward was two pieces of bread and a little money that they could save for a month to find prostitutes to vent their pain. Industrial waste and pollution caused rampant diseases. People died at work every day in the airtight factory compartments, and their bodies were thrown in the same position as before. They thought they had become decent, but their bodies could only stay with filth.

The biggest change was the arrival of the God of Industry. When the red-haired pope came to preach the doctrine in person, all the workers burst into tears. They risked everything and revolted under the guidance of God. But they couldn't even get bread. They were starving to death. They were fooled by the church and the new rich at the same time. The pope was high above and never came to the industrial area again.

The upper city and the lower city were separated by a wall, but they were two completely different worlds. If you love him, take him to Bally, which is heaven; if you hate him, take him to Bally, which is hell.

At this time, Orleans' eyes were cut open, and the blurred golden light swayed in front of his eyes. Gradually, he saw the slender fingers clearly.

Ah, beautiful emerald. He sighed slightly, as if he saw the light of the coin trembling and falling when he went to ask for change.

How could he forget that after splitting himself in half, there was only the enthusiasm for work in his mind.

"Okay." The light and beautiful voice brought him back to his senses.

He lay there, looking at the sky. He also saw his first love, wearing a cheap dress, twisting in the dark light to ask him for the gems she had missed, like a sheep driven by a butcher's knife, with a sharp and long howl breaking through his head.

He raised his skinny and hateful hands, grabbed his thighs, and howled.

His turbid eyes were full of the heaviness of a broken life, and like the long-lost sunset, the black color melted into his deep wrinkles of suffering.

He stood up straight on the operating table, just like thousands of his compatriots, staring ahead for a long time.

They showed heroic determination.

They said: "We are not going to rob anything, we are not going to invade anything."

"We just take back what we deserve, we just ask for a little justice."

"We-"

Their throats trembled, and they roared hoarsely: "Fight!"

Their shouts rang out in the dark night.

They jumped off the operating table, with burning flames in their eyes.

When they turned to the kind-hearted man who performed the operation on them, they suddenly burst into tears.

They almost thought they had seen the god who saved the world in the legend of the Heavenly Father.

Glorious, great... He came to redeem the suffering people...

But when they knelt, the god said:

"Get up, don't let your burning fighting spirit extinguish under your knees."

"I have got you, pain, despair, darkness, I know all of these."

"After you give yourself to me, you have to do it for yourself next."

"Never count on the salvation of the gods on a whim, you have to save yourself."

"- Do you desire bread, do you desire money, do you desire power!"

He raised his hand gently, and the workers stood up involuntarily, stood firm, and stood straight. They expressed silent desires, and their eyes flashed brightly in the dark night.

"Stand up, go to your powerful weapons." Lin Xingtao pointed to the mechas that were ready at all times.

Amid the loud friction, the workers remained silent and took steps.

Walk to the mech, open the hatch, sit in, and close the hatch.

The dark night, the dazzling red light, and the hungry eyes.

"Tell me at last, what are you going to do!" Lin Xingtao shouted from the front.

The workers shouted in unison: "Resist!!!"

If you tell a worker that if he cuts off his own flesh, the nobles will give him money, what do you think the worker should do?

Cut the flesh to compromise or -

The young Louis had already answered, he picked up the knife.

Resist.

Revolt. Cut off the flesh of the exploiter.

To tear a bloody hole in this unfair dark age.

Lin Xingtao waved his hand.

He stood there, but his golden hair was blown by the sudden airflow, forming a golden barrier in front of his eyes.

Rays of red light flowed and flew between the gaps of the screen.

Clang clang - cold machinery. Ho ho - warm panting.

The workers stepped onto the mechas and were about to climb from the lowest slums to the most noble palace. This was not to please the gods, nor was it a casual attempt, but a fight back after being forced into a desperate situation, a great and glorious prelude to the war!

"Hahaha!" Lin Xingtao laughed, and all the jewelry on his body danced with the laughter.

After he finished laughing, he looked excitedly at the mechas flying and running, attracting the Shantak bird who was watching obediently.

"Does Naiya like war?" he asked in a subtle tone.

The laughter of the faceless god seemed to be heard in the starry sky. It is said that the earth's nuclear weapons were also created by humans at the instigation of Naia. Naija may not like war, but he certainly likes humans desperate in war.

——Despair, it won’t be the workers this time.

The Shantak bird snickered, spread its wings, and flew high into the sky.

This time, Lin Xingtao grabbed the Shantak bird by its neck and sat astride the bird's back.

He led the army in the air, and beneath him, the steel army rumbled, unstoppable.

The torrent of steel and revolution never stops for a moment.

"The war has begun!" He made a divine announcement to the silent upper city.

——

At night, the Shangcheng District is as quiet and elegant as a lady's gauze skirt.

But beneath the surface of silence is a raging wave of enthusiasm.

In the bedroom of the palace, the old king was wearing a gorgeous nightgown, but the palms stretched out from the nightgown were covered with lavender-red corpse spots that spread at an alarming speed.

The attendants covered their noses and did not dare to get close, for fear that the terrible disease would contaminate their bodies.

So the king had no one else to take care of him. Yellow and black filth filled the bed, and the stench and black smoke drifting from afar blocked his nose.

If a worker were standing here, he would find that this poor old king was no different from the corpse of a pariah discarded in a stinking ditch.

The old king breathed heavily, like a factory blower.

Whoosh - he was about to be drowned by the rising vomit.

He heard the palace people say: "Did the queen go to see the pope again? That majesty is really young and handsome."

"Our old king, everyone in the empire is waiting for his death - and so are we. He stinks so much. Male prostitutes with that disease must smell better than him."

The vicious words kept irritating the king's nerves. The king trembled and wanted to angrily scold these daring people, but he was unable to do anything.

While the palace people were expecting the king to be angry to death, news came from the people guarding the palace gate.

"The Queen is back! And the Pope!"

The palace people cheered, and the old king struggled excitedly. -Think-Tu-Net-Document-Share-and-Online-Read-

"The prince is back too, bringing with him the princess from Lorraine!"

The palace people looked at each other. The old king opened his mouth and wanted to call his son to save him, but as long as he opened his mouth, the filth would flow in.

Fortunately, he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.

At the entrance of the palace, Queen Claudia took the lead and ran in holding her skirt. Behind her were the calm and thoughtful Pope Allen, and the indifferent and silent knight Renault.

Behind them are the calm-looking prince Lionel and the noble lady Audrey who is being led by him.

Behind them were the chasing workers and Lin Xingtao.

The prince and princess, the queen and the pope, Renault and Lin Xingtao were all rushing to the same place.

The war outside the palace is about to begin, and the war inside the palace is about to begin.

The author has something to say: Alas, I think about big scenes all day long - gentlemen, I like war!

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Chapter 116 Industrial Evil God (39)

"Your Highness, even I can see your happiness and urgency. Do you agree with that parliamentary constitutional monarchy? This is indeed a wonderful idea, but it is not the same as what we agreed before." Allen stared and ran with his skirt up. the queen.

The queen ran so fast that she exposed a section of her calf between her skirts - it had just been kissed by him and was a little red.

The queen smiled and said: "Don't worry, my dear, just like parliament and royal power do not conflict, it suddenly occurred to me that divine power does not conflict with the other two."

Xu saw the worry and hesitation on her lover's face. She turned around in a good mood and even boldly kissed his ear: "My dear Pope, there are many believers of the God of Industry in the Parliament. What are you worried about? You are strong and confident. Are you worried about me? I am still your little slave."

Allen suddenly looked at the palace people aside, but the palace people looked back at him with smiles, not surprised at all by his relationship with the queen.

So he understood that these palace servants were all the queen's people. On the one hand, he admired the queen's good means of winning people over, and on the other hand, he scolded the queen's imprudence and self-willedness in his heart. The fewer people who knew about the affair and the murder of the king, the better.

He concealed his murderous intention.

At the same time, some not-so-clear emotions always lingered in his heart. Obviously, everything was as the queen said, and it was a good idea. Compared with the divine power over the royal power he mentioned, it was more like the policy that should be in the new era.

But... he stood behind the pillar and cast a spell to remove the god of industry. He needed the advice of the gods.

Knight Renault stood quietly beside him, as if waiting for the news of the king's death like other palace servants.

The black smoke above the palace caused by Alan was so thick that it covered the night.

"How is my husband?" The queen asked the palace servants while running. She was the most anxious one.

The palace servants replied: "He is dying."

It means that he is not dead yet. The queen frowned slightly and glanced at the ministers who were stopped outside the palace.

"Your Highness! Why don't you let us see His Majesty?