Infinite Sims

After learning that the owner of the resuscitation club is Liu Zirou, Jiang Ren asked Bu Lian for more information about Liu Zirou.

Maybe it was because Jiang Ren killed the strong man of the empire in front of him, or maybe it was because he saved him, or maybe it was because a lot of information was already known to the empire, Zhou Yunlan answered his doubts without thinking too much.

Things began when Nie Xian'er disappeared, and the aboriginal forces fell apart under the bloody suppression of the empire.

Liu Zirou united a group of aborigines who did not want to live in vain, and founded an organization called "Resuscitation Society". They either hid in the deserted wilderness, or hid in bustling cities to perform the duties of "Resuscitation Society".

Preserve and cultivate the "fire" of Aboriginal people.

And the ultimate goal - to find Nie Xian'er who was forcibly sealed, captured and hidden by the invaders with forbidden objects.

This is the true purpose of the Recovery Society.

It is also the origin of the organization's name.

"I see."

After listening to what Bu Lian said, Jiang Ren suddenly understood.

Before the Great War, Xian'er disappeared inexplicably. It was not because the invaders advertised that they fled in fear of war, but that they were conspired by the empire, forced to seal them with unknown taboos, and captured and hid them.

The reason for such propaganda is only to combat the resistance of the aborigines, so as to reduce losses on their own side.

Hearing the news, Jiang Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

Since coming to this world, his memory of this world has gradually recovered, so he naturally does not want any accidents to happen to Nie Xian'er, who he regards as his daughter.

"Senior, the leader is the last hope of our aborigines. If he dies, we may no longer be able to resist the barbarian rule."

With a plop, Bu Lian fell to his knees and begged Jiang Ren with tears in his eyes: "I beg you, senior, to save the leader, and Bu Lian is willing to die in return!"

Just now, in order to fight against the strong man of the empire, he had no choice but to use the secret technique, but now his strength is not even one, even if he knows that the leader is in danger, he is powerless.

What's more, he knew it very well.

Although his own strength is not bad, but with the scale of the imperialists encircling and suppressing him, it can be seen that the danger encountered by the leader is definitely more than ten times greater than his own. A wave of waves.

After thinking about it, only the senior in front of him with such weird methods may have a slight chance of helping the leader.

"Senior, please save the church master!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yunlan fell to her knees belatedly.

For the two of them, Nie Xian'er seemed too far away, while Wu Hao was the person they were in direct or indirect contact with all the time, and also the person with the most radiance in their hearts.

If possible, they are willing to exchange their lives for her to be safe and sound.

"Tell me the location." Jiang Ren said lightly.

"Senior, I know my request is unreasonable, but..."

Bu Lian subconsciously thought that Jiang Ren was refusing, and as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately came to his senses, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and quickly reported the detailed location of the resuscitation club headquarters.

Jiang Ren didn't hesitate much, and after inquiring about the landmark buildings and landscapes on the way, he transformed into a fighter jet with a full sense of technology and shot straight into the sky.

Soon, the tail flame disappeared into the dark night sky.

Bu Lian closed his mouth about asking Jiang Ren to take him with him, and prayed silently in his heart.

Zhou Yunlan, who has experienced many things in just a few days, is the same, but with Jiang Ren's departure, she feels a sense of loss in her heart.

The headquarters of the Recovery Society is located in a large city in the middle of the empire.

Adhering to the principle that the more dangerous the place, the safer, the recovery will control several high-ranking people in this city, and radiate the eyeliner to several surrounding cities, coupled with the mana ban on all core members, so that been hidden until now.

Four days had passed by the time Jiang Ren arrived at his destination.

This is not because he deliberately slowed down, but the distance between the two places is really far.

Moreover, his strength is not enough. Although he can transform into a fighter jet, he is far from reaching the flying speed of contemporary fighter jets in the main world.

Seeing the city from a distance, Jiang Ren slowed down.

look up.

Countless gunpowder smoke rose from the city and merged into the sky to form huge black clouds.

Flames are everywhere in the city, buildings and human remains are everywhere, and less than one-third of the buildings remain intact.

As if, it is a ruined city after the war.

"finished?"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ren hovered high in the sky.

He had already anticipated this result on the way there. After all, the empire had an absolute advantage, and it used thunderous means to attack the recovery meeting. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for the recovery meeting to drag the battle to a few days later.

Although he felt that Liu Zirou was more dangerous than good, Jiang Ren decided to find someone to ask about what happened that day.

Compared with the unmanaged city, there are several imperial legions stationed outside the city.

At a glance, the number is no less than ten thousand.

Although there were a lot of people, they didn't have the slightest intention to extinguish the fire in the city, let alone save the victims in the city.

They just firmly guarded the entrance and exit, and inspected all the victims who escaped from the city. The imperial people were taken to one side, and the aborigines were taken to the other side.

Wait for the sky to darken.

Jiang Ren quietly fell into the largest barracks.

On the south side of the barracks, more than 3,000 aborigines who escaped from the city lived in a temporary wooden warehouse.

The huge number of people made them crowded in the warehouse.

Many people couldn't even lie down, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together. Even at night, it was no quieter than the sound of the vegetable market.

If it weren't for many people who have long been used to the life of the inferior people and have been wiped out of their blood, only Wei Nuo Nuo and the dozens of people who came forward two days ago because of the overcrowded warehouse were tortured and killed by the imperial people. Such a bad living environment, I am afraid There was already a riot.

Outside the warehouse, it was placed on a pile of firewood at some point.

Pile after pile of firewood were placed evenly around the walls of the warehouse, and at some distance outside, there stood an imperial soldier holding a torch.

not far away.

A young imperial noble touched his chin and looked at the middle-aged officer beside him: "Have you started now? Don't wait two more days? Maybe we can gather a few hundred more people by then."

"No."

The middle-aged officer shook his head and said: "With the fire in the city, most of those who could escape have already escaped in four days. Even if we wait a few more days, there will be dozens of people at most. Just kill them immediately."

The young nobleman nodded slightly, and then looked at the warehouse with a smile on his face: "Sir, you know that I like the magnificent scenery that follows, can you please temporarily transfer the permission to set fire to me?"

The middle-aged officer shrugged: "Why not, I like to fulfill a little hobby of young people."

"There was a plague in our world, so a large number of rats were wiped out, and the plague was finally solved successfully."

"Now the inferior people disregard favor and try to resist our rule. Although we can't wipe them out, we can still wipe out the inferior people in the surrounding cities."

The young nobleman drew out the thin sword at his waist and raised his finger to the sky. Under the light of the fire, his smile was brilliant and extraordinary.

Both his family and school education told him that the lower class people must have the consciousness of the lower class people, and if they have the slightest desire to stand up and become masters, their hands and feet must be cut off.

Only by making them afraid can we prevent them from turning over to the greatest extent.

The warehouse was extremely noisy, and they had no idea that the danger was approaching.

The only sound outside the warehouse was the sound of torches burning, like a butcher knife about to fall.

In the new year, I wish you all the best!