LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 159 This is no longer an ordinary worker (please subscribe~)

The weak and pitiful mortals united and swung their fists at the prosthetic Transcendent.

This is Zaun, the Twin Cities, and even the entire Runeterra, nothing like this has ever happened in history.

The ants are huddled together, aren't they still ants?

How did he evolve into a superman?
"Run!!" The wind howled in the factory.

The supervisor, the factory guards, including the small group of prosthetic fighters, were all taken aback by this unimaginable scene.

They instinctively want to run away.

But the winds of change are blowing.

"Drafting Grandma's!"

"Stop for Laozi!"

When the war really started, Baku and other authentic Zaun low-level leaders would immediately "show their true colors".

They didn't shout any slogans, didn't sing any songs, and swearing profanely, they roared and led everyone to rush up:

"Don't run - your grandpa worker is here!!"

The long-suppressed emotions of the slave workers finally exploded at this moment.

They remember the whip of the supervisor, the blood and sweat they shed, and the desperate eyes of their companions who were dragged onto the truck like pigs and sent to "optimization"
They all remembered and endured until now:
"Takeda Saito, fuck me!"

The violent wind condensed into a terrifying whirlwind, turning into a tornado.

Under the concerted control of the wind leaders, the tornado whizzed out, devouring everything that stood in front of it.

Those supervisors and guards, who were nothing more than mortal bodies, were even unable to escape at all, and were ruthlessly swallowed by this tornado.

They flew into the sky out of control like pieces of paper, spun countless large circles in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground from a high altitude.

Snapped--

The heads of the supervisors were like watermelons, falling to pieces on the ground.

But the slave laborers will have no sympathy.

When they passed by, they even kicked these broken and twisted corpses bitterly.They can only relieve their anger by stepping these bastards into a pool of human-shaped flesh.

Some prosthetic fighters were also unable to escape, and were blown high by the gust of wind, and fell to the ground.

But they are physically strong, so they won't be killed by a blow.

next second.
Those slave laborers who feared them like tigers usually drowned them like a tide.

Some of them are leaders like Baku, who control the divine power of the wind gathered by the crowd.

Some were slave laborers who had taken away the weapons of the guards. When they saw these prosthetic fighters, they poured out firepower frantically.

Some simply use their bare hands, while the prosthetic fighters are suppressed by the gust of wind, they rush up and ride on them irrationally, attacking any place on their bodies that can be attacked with their fists and teeth.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!" There were screams echoing in the factory.

Those prosthetic fighters with extraordinary power were torn to pieces by the crazy slave workers without any power to fight back.

Blood, brains, torn flesh, broken bones, torn prosthetic bodies, rioting workers with red eyes who tortured and killed the supervisor. The picture is horrific and bloody.

At first glance, it seems that the slave laborers are the villains who are brutal and bloodthirsty.

If the peaceful citizens of Piltover saw this scene, they would definitely shout out the cruelty and violence of the people of Zaun and accuse the leaders of being inhuman.

But where did they learn their cruelty and violence?

It is nothing more than the tireless "precepts and deeds" of the masters for hundreds of years.

"We've bled enough, now—"

"It's your turn!"

Although Takeda Saito's name is very Ionian, but through the mixed blood of several generations of his ancestors, he is actually a standard Zaunian with blond hair and beard, both in appearance and mentality.

So when he heard his subordinates rushing to report that his port, shipyard, and the smuggling warehouse by the port had all been captured by rioting slave laborers, his first reaction was:

"Grass Nima!"

"What the hell are you kidding?!"

Takeda Saito uttered a string of Zaun dialect.

He used his steel arm, which had also been transformed with a prosthetic body, to grab the subordinate who had rushed to report the news.

"What did you say? Slave labor, a group of slave labor who are not as good as dogs, have the ability to capture Lao Tzu's shipyard?"

"I have arranged a small team of prosthetic fighters in the shipyard!"

"Where did they die?!"

"No, I don't know." The subordinate replied tremblingly.

The riots happened too quickly and too violently.The overseer guards and prosthetic fighters in the factory were torn to pieces by the angry workers before they even had time to escape.

"I and I were patrolling the periphery of the shipyard, and I didn't even know what happened in the factory. Those slave laborers with guns came out like mad dogs—"

"Not only do they have guns, but they also use spells from the wind element!"

"Those prosthetic fighters are probably gone."

"What?!" Takeda Saito couldn't believe it.

The prosthetic fighters are already the most elite troops under him.Even prosthetic soldiers are not afraid, this is no ordinary worker, these are obviously thugs sent by hostile forces!

Yes, definitely.Otherwise, how could any of these stinking screwdrivers know spells?

"Bastard. Who is it! Who is it!"

"Is it Shirko? Or that shit leader?"

Takeda Saito thought of his two main enemies at present.The latter seems to be more in line with the characteristics of a "wind elemental mage".

But he didn't have time to think about it now.

After all, no matter who did it, the shipyards, warehouses, and ports are important assets that he must not lose.

A total of 12 armed merchant ships parked in the port are the family business he accumulated after years of hard work.

Not to mention, there is still a steam ironclad ship parked in the shipyard that he spent countless money and painstaking efforts on, and invited the best ship designers and engineers in Zaun to complete the construction.

He also pointed to relying on this ironclad ship to open up the situation on the sea and wrestle with the pirates in Bilgewater.

"I can't hesitate anymore, I must punch hard!"

"It doesn't matter whether they are slave labor or leaders." The war has already begun.

"Call all the prosthetic fighters and kill these bastards!"

On the Siren, Sarah used a telescope to observe the situation at the shipyard from a distance.

Seeing the slave workers rushing out of the factory in anger, the enemy was overwhelmed by the overwhelming crowd, and the riot gradually subsided in victory, Sarah couldn't help but sigh:
"They did it, unexpectedly."

"I said it." Li Wei's voice followed closely: "The crowd is powerful. With the divine power returned by the goddess Janna, mass movement is no longer an illusion in Runeterra."

Sarah pondered for a while, but still gave her objection: "No, I still don't agree to promote this kind of 'mass movement'."

"President Li Wei, you should have also observed that they do have power, but their power is relatively limited."

The stronger a person's spiritual power is, the stronger the divine power his soul can borrow, carry and control.

The divine power borrowed by hundreds of people is combined in one place, is it strong?

Strong is also strong.But the divine power that a weak Seraphine can carry alone is stronger than the sum of hundreds of them.

"They were able to succeed this time because their enemies were too weak."

"They just dealt with the guards of a factory, and there were already signs of dying down and a weak follow-up."

Sarah observed that when the battle was nearing the end, those workers were actually unable to ride the storm anymore.

"But Takeda Saito's subordinates don't just have guards from this factory?"

The strength of the workers is enough to beat such a small group of guards.

After a while, Takeda Saito's large army arrived, and they still had to die.

So Sarah is not in favor of promoting this kind of mass movement.

This time, with Li Wei's secret protection, the workers won without any worries.

If in other places, where Li Wei can't take care of, ordinary people get up to make troubles so recklessly, then they will have to beat themselves to death.

In the final analysis, the tough battle still has to be fought by a transcendent like Li Wei.

The so-called power of the masses can only be regarded as an addition.

"No, Sarah." Levi said, "You think the power of the masses is limited, but that's actually because what we're doing this time is just a small-scale experiment, not a real mass movement."

"Yes, the workers of one factory are only enough to deal with the guards of one factory."

"Takeda Saito still has many factories and many guards under his command. His main force has not yet been dispatched."

"But the problem is—"

"Have we mobilized all the people oppressed by Takeda Saito before he sent a large army?"

This time the leader only mobilized slave labor in a factory.

Under Takeda Saito, there are still tens of thousands of low-level workers who are silently enduring this pain.

If these tens of thousands of people can be truly mobilized, then the storm they can create is not what Sarah saw today, the "powerless breeze" that blows in a few minutes and goes out.

At that time, even if Takeda Saito pulled out all his main forces, who could be scared?
"So as the faith of the leaders spreads, the mass movement needs to be promoted along with it."

"With the leadership and mobilization of leaders and the protection and help of Goddess Janna, the masses can explode with power beyond everyone's imagination."

"They will succeed."

"Even, even if there are so many failures, it doesn't matter—"

Stand up and fight, lose, and nothing really changes?

of course not.

Whether it's the Alchemy Baron of Zaun or the Plutocratic family of Piltover, they're all businessmen.

Businessmen know how to count costs.

Originally, Takeda Saito sent dozens of guards with guns and a small team of prosthetic soldiers to firmly control nearly a thousand slave laborers in shipbuilding factories and port warehouses.

But now, the workers have the goddess Janna as their support and the ability to control the wind.The absolute strength gap between them and the extraordinary has been unknowingly smoothed out.

If the Alchemy Baron wants to suppress these workers, he may need ten times as many fighters as before;
The security cost may be dozens of times higher than before.

Then the gentlemen have to think about the profits they get from squeezing slave labor, is it enough to cover this large security cost?
Instead of spending a lot of money on strengthening security, should we properly improve the treatment of workers and give workers a way to survive so that they don't make trouble anymore—the profits will be higher?
"The Ziben family is like a lazy fat pig. If you don't kick his ass hard a few times, it will never make progress on its own."

"And back in the day, mortals didn't even have the ability to kick their asses."

"But now, everything has changed."

"So, Sarah." Levi told her proudly: "We don't have to be afraid of the failure of the mass movement."

"From the moment the mortals of Runeterra have the ability to stand up and play sports, we've won."

　The second is later_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)