I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Old Liu, you go to rest with them first and enjoy yourself more. Their organization is rich at first glance," Lu Wenwu said.

Liu Lin'an did everything he could and decisively obeyed the words of his elder brother and followed the beautiful maid in cool clothes to rest.

Lu Wenwu and Wang Banxian followed the old man to the building that looked like a main hall.

The structure here is almost the same as that of the Mahavira Hall in ordinary Buddhist temples, except that in the middle position, the person sitting upright is not the Buddha, but a red-haired man with a human face and a snake body, with a ferocious appearance.

The statue did not have the splendor and majesty of ordinary statues of gods. Instead, it had a sinister feeling everywhere, like a warrior who was ready to stand up and kill at any time.

"It's really Gonggong." Lu Wenwu's expression was complicated. "Can I ask, why is the name of your organization "Randeng Hui" but what you believe in is the Ancient Water God? To be honest, this is the first time I have seen someone put this into practice in so many years. This is the only god whom I believe in.”

"This is actually a question left over from history." The old man smiled slightly, "About three hundred years ago, the god we believed in was Zhu Rong, the God of Fire. His existence was like a guiding light, and we believers burned together with the light. Therefore, it is called Ran Deng Hui."

"This is reasonable." Lu Wenwu nodded slightly, "But why have you converted to Gonggong now?"

The old man said something shocking: "Because God has fallen."

Wang Banxian: "???"

Lu Wenwu: "???"

The three people's footsteps stopped in unison.

God has fallen?

If it were taken literally, then this would be a big deal.

Lu Wenwu, who has been fighting in the dungeon for many years, knows that not all of the familiar immortals and gods in his memory have the same high moral character and sense of responsibility as in his own universe.

No one knows what the situation is like with peers in other universes and their specific attitude towards humans and believers.

But what is certain is that the ancient fire god Zhu Rong's counterpart from another world is the weakest and must be a divine life above the first level of ascension to the gods.

How can I solve the events or characters that can cause the fall of a being of this level? With my current strength after being sealed, how can I solve it?

Lu Wenwu sincerely hoped that this was just a fairy tale.

Even if it’s just a background story!

He looked at the old man with burning eyes, and there was only silence when his eyes met.

"You mean...literally?" he asked thoughtfully.

But the old man shook his head like a rattle: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I don't know this either. The ancient information has been incomplete until now, and I only heard this explanation from the mouth of the previous president. The specific reason, I I really don’t know.”

"I only know that the change of belief in gods is because the purpose of our existence in this world has changed, and it is completely contrary to the meaning of our past existence. Therefore, we have chosen to believe in the opposite of the gods we once believed in, which is also the inheritance of our past beliefs. "

"The books in the association are open to you two. Maybe you two gentlemen can find some answers from the last words of your compatriots. Some of the text content is limited by culture and we cannot fully interpret it."

"Is the inheritance of the faith passed down from generation to generation?" Wang Banxian murmured, "I remember it is recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas and the Classic of Seas - the opera gave birth to Zhurong, and Zhurong descended into the river, and they worked together. The two are one water and one fire, but they share the same Gong is Zhu Rong’s son.”

"Rather than this, I am more concerned about the purpose of the current existence of the Lantern Festival. In this city, the unreasonable preferential treatment makes me feel uneasy." Lu Wenwu said lightly.

"Overthrowing the rule of groups and enterprises is just like what countless predecessors and your compatriots have tried." The old man said frankly without hesitation, "According to our experience, after you and your compatriots came to this world, Because of the existence of the [main mission], we are naturally the enemies of the company and the group. Winning over you and your friends will help increase the success rate of our business."

"You have temporarily convinced me that we are indeed on a united front." Lu Wenwu nodded.

If there is a local team that has been fighting for anti-oppression for many years as help, the help will indeed be considerable, both in terms of information and force, which will be a huge improvement.

The most intuitive way to crack his main mission [Breaking the Shackles] is to break the oppression of the people by corporate groups and reshape the social structure in this way.

Even if it means rolling back to capitalism from this sick structure, at least it will be much better than this fucked up world.

Even if Lu Wenwu is exhausted, he cannot liberate the whole world by himself.

So, he does need help.

Therefore, Lu Wenwu asked as he should: "So, as a comrade who may be able to fight side by side, I would like to ask, what is the progress of your resistance cause now?"

The old man's smile stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually turned bitter.

Lu Wenwu's heart suddenly sank, and he asked tentatively: "At least, there should be strongholds and intelligence personnel in every major city around the world, right? How many manpower are there in the army? How is the weaponry and equipment installed?"

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The old man remained silent.

Lu Wenwu's heart sank again: "Then at least there are liaisons in all major cities? A small group of elite forces that hang out outside the sight of the company and can mobilize the people at the bottom at any time?"

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The old man's head drooped lower and lower.

Lu Wenwu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "You won't tell me that your mass base is extremely poor, but there are very few combat members. So far, you can only fight underground guerrilla warfare, right?"

The old man himself felt a little unable to hold himself tight, and said with a red face: "It's worse than that. Our scope of activities is limited to Coconut Juice City, and we can only maintain some small-scale underground activities, with a serious lack of firepower and personnel."

Lu Wenwu couldn't stand it any longer and said frantically: "No, bro, where did you spend your money? How could your Lantern Club and those players in front of you be so wasteful! You have absolutely no Is there an egg difference in development?”

"We. We have tried many uprisings! But they were all suppressed by Zulong and other groups." The old man tried to defend himself, "Several failures emptied a lot of talents and resources. Resource reserves, Knowledge and personnel are also shrinking under the joint suppression of enterprises. We can only survive by cutting off our tail to avoid being completely wiped out. "

"Then you huddle in this luxurious underground city to amuse yourself, live a life of luxury, and live in a dream, right?" Wang Banxian couldn't help but feel weird, "Look at your food and clothing expenses, how many people can you buy for a year with just one tael of tea?" Rations? You said you were a revolutionary? You used all your credits to enjoy yourself, and you were ready to destroy Zulong with your eyes, right?

"Okay, half-immortal, this is a bit unfair."

Lu Wenwu spoke to stop Wang Banxian from continuing to output.

"After staying for more than a year, your values ​​have almost been assimilated into this city, forgetting that these are supposed to be cheap. Their tea and crops are grown by themselves, and I saw ecological domes and planting greenhouses."

Wang Banxian was still a little unconvinced and shouted: "Fifth brother, but they..."

"But they are indeed useless. This is an indisputable fact."

Lu Wenwu's merciless words were like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the old man's psychological defense, and the words of gratitude that he had not yet had time to say were directly pierced through.

"'Do you know this sentence, 'The immortal gods are high above the heaven, overlooking the struggle and reincarnation of all things in the world'? Does this sentence have any specific meaning?"

"I know that this sentence has been passed down from a long time ago. It is said that it was first said by a digital resentment ghost that could communicate. But I don't know the specific meaning. You'd better go to the library and look through it."

The old man was already a little numb from the blow.

Although their career has indeed not made any substantial progress for so many years.

But being exposed so nakedly still felt very heartbreaking.

Lu Wenwu also felt very sad when he said this.

I originally thought that the burning lamp would be a big stick, and the force value would be higher if it was held in the hand.

No matter how bad it is, it's still a baseball bat. At least it looks very intimidating and is easy to swing.

Who wants to be a stick?

This is very embarrassing.

Lu Wenwu said nothing more and followed the old man to the library after sighing, hoping that he could have some information for his reference.

The Randen Club's library is not large.

After passing through several heavy alloy doors, he did not see the vast sea of ​​books and files he had imagined. What he saw before him was only a dozen and a computer, which was about the same size as a community reading room.

This computer is not used to store additional information, but to store electronic versions of these paper documents.

This is not good in a society with highly developed network technology. The most reliable way to keep secrets is paper copies. Any information stored in electronic devices may be stolen and destroyed.

The old man didn't stay too long. After giving a few instructions, he withdrew without any precaution.

Lu Wenwu and Wang Banxian looked at each other and began to move separately.

The former went straight to the bookshelf, while the latter went straight to the computer and pulled out the data cable from his arm to connect it, ready to copy the data.

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

Reading without sleep lasted for seven days.

With Lu Wenwu's thinking speed and reading speed, simple reading does not take so long.

But if you include information integration and thinking, the speed slows down.

By reading the classics stored in the Randen Club, Lu Wenwu finally came into contact with information that did not exist on the outside network.

Such as the history of Coconut City.

Even if it's only for the past three hundred years.

The Burning Lantern Society in history was indeed not as weak as it is now. Their organized and premeditated resistance plan was executed five times, and all four times had the shadow of [Player] behind them.

Unfortunately, all five attempts ended in failure.

Every time the Lantern Festival launches a rebellion plan, it is when they come up with some new achievements that transcend the times and prepare to use them to overthrow the corporate rule.

But every time it failed due to various reasons, the remaining members of the Rantern Club were forced to divide and escape in order to keep the fire.

A large number of technologies and achievements have been plundered and divided by enterprises and groups, and new giant companies have been born one after another.

In the past, the Zulong Group was the only ruler and the only super enterprise in Coconut Juice City.

In today's Coconut Juice City, in addition to Zulong Group, there are five other super companies that compete with Zulong Company in five different fields, and at the same time join forces with them to squeeze all people.

This is the saddest place.

The dragon slayer failed to slay the dragon, but instead became a new evil dragon.

The repeated failures have severely impacted the Lantern Festival, which was unable to operate openly.

Although the once glorious underground city is still there, its past glory and spirit have long disappeared, leaving only two or three cats of different sizes that inherited its body.

The current Lantern Festival is no longer able to launch another rebellion.

It can only survive with the charity of six super companies, barely hanging on to life.

The only thing they can do is probably to provide some financial and information support.

As for the military force, it is better not to mention it.

[The immortal gods are high above the heavens, overlooking the struggles and reincarnations of all things in the world]

After reading a lot of information, Lu Wenwu has a new understanding of this sentence.

The classics of the Lantern Festival revealed a key piece of information.

There are immortals in Zulong Company.

In other words, not only Zulong, but every super company has at least one immortal.

Lu Wenwu is not sure whether this news is true, and whether several companies have really mastered the technology of immortality.

But the technological level shown by Coconut Juice City must have no problem creating immortals.

If those rulers can live for three or five hundred years at any time, wouldn't that be like an immortal god for ordinary people?

They sit on the top of the building above the clouds, overlooking the people in the whole city struggling to survive.

Others offer their blood and flesh to these "gods" who can live forever and control the world.

The "gods" smile and watch one after another comers come forward, raising the banner of resistance with passion.

In the end, they end in grief and anger and become one of the "gods".

Are the immortals equivalent to gods?

Lu Wenwu is not sure.

But this is the closest guess to the facts, and it is very likely that there are rebels from previous generations.

Wang Banxian's main quest, the secret hidden in Zulong Company, is likely to be this one.

Judging from the information left by those failed players, this is indeed a place without spirits, and there is no trace of any extraordinary power except the digital ghosts.

The local myths and legends are even more nonsense, and there is not even a single word of them.

Apart from those vague guesses, the only real and passed down words are two words.

Fire.

Water.

Even the names Gonggong and Zhurong were given by the players who came here before, giving the names of the hometown myths to the illusory water god and fire god.

Therefore, after learning a lot of speculations about the background of this place by "predecessors", it is difficult for Lu Wenwu not to equate the immortals with gods.