Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

"Come out, everyone, the station is here."

A soft, priestly voice came from the side of the carriage,

"From now on, everyone's life will be spent here..."

The voice added that everyone was distressed, and even the timid ones even cried aloud.

What's in the future out there?

Endless toil?Tyrannical and brutal control?Violators cut off hands and feet?Or hanged for public display?

The cowering nine people finally stepped out of the carriage. Apart from the cracking wind and sand, there was also a shocking scene——

On a cliff not far away, a Sakota man tied to a long wooden plank was running away in despair. His face was still very young, covered with thick sweat stains. Many demons were chasing after him, shouting savagely, and finally killed him. Sakota forced himself off the cliff, leaped screaming in the air, and fell into the thorny rocks out of sight.

The demons on the cliff burst into carnival cries of blood,

What's even more frightening is that among the demons, there are actually a few of Sakota's clan mixed in!

How is this going! !

The angels colluded with the demons and cruelly persecuted their own race!

Snapped!

A bang sounded, and the eyes of the nine people were shifted to other places. In front of a flat rock, a young and beautiful Sakota girl was pulling the bolt to retract the bullet, aiming at the target in front of the stone—a living Feng hooves!

Snapped!

The second shot was fired, and something was broken and slag was faintly seen, and Feng Hoof fell down in response.

Everyone was shocked, and heard the sound of weapons colliding and fighting. After looking around, they saw Elafia fighting with three two-meter-high flower-headed aliens in the arena surrounded by scrap wood and steel cores. A young girl with white hair and golden eyes is proud of her figure, but she is cornered by a terrifying alien.

The cruel audience shouted loudly outside the arena, as if they had glimpsed the cruel picture of the girl being torn apart by the flower-headed alien, screaming again and again, barbaric and disorderly.

"There will be many such scenes in the future."

The Liboli man standing aside was calm, as if he was satisfied with the pale faces of the nine people, looked in the same direction as them, and added slowly.

"Please get used to it. Of course, I don't want you to participate in these dangerous projects."

The people who were brought here didn't know they were a group!

This man also abducted more people, and if he refused to obey, he would immediately use this killing game to brutally kill them? !

Terrible guesses were synchronized among the crowd, and when the man led them to the so-called residence, the gloomy guesses overwhelmed the last trace of luck in their hearts.

The neatly packed plastic-steel house camp was empty, except for the nine of them, it was hard to find the tenth person who lived here!

really!

Those disobedient people were brutally killed with the death game just now!here!It really is hell! ! !

"Now, let me tell you about the rules here..."

The Liboli man standing behind the nine people smiled sinisterly...

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"Hey, look at this DD, it's just inferior."

Crouching on the cliff, looking at D1 who is being pulled out of the pool by D2 and D6, Gorefiend Yakumo melon giggled and laughed.

"That's right—! Even with two layers of wings attached, it still can't fly!"

"siskin!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

D6, who was so wet, shook off the "wooden hang glider" on his back, and wiped his face with Sarkaz on his fingers.

"Yakumo DIO, you have the ability to come down! I want you to wear a hood, so you can see what it means to show your face!"

"Slightly~ I won't come down~~"

With a provocative eyebrow, the Gorefiend girl stuck out her bright red tongue, patted her ass, turned her head and left.

"I'm looking for Dao Dao, I don't have time to talk to you~"

"Ghost ghost! Master is not rare!"

The Sarkaz scattered from the cliff, D2 sighed and kicked the broken wooden hang glider.

"Well, it's still impossible to prove whether the Sakota Angel can fly..."

"Ghost knows, either we didn't learn it, or the official didn't finish it."

D24, carrying an FM1 light machine gun, handed the kept M1935S to the wet D6, and then handed him the unloaded magazine and the leather bullet box containing the Originium bullets.

Through the NPC channel, the dilemma of "money but no ammunition" was finally resolved.

At a lower price, buy Originium bullets from NPCs to master the hand feel,

The price is that you have to stay near the Montenegro for a long time, and you have to be there on call.

"What do you think the bishop wants us to do?"

D6 treasured the Originium bullets in the magazine, loaded the gun, and stuffed it into the holster.

"Don't let us go far, must we stay in the main city?"

"Maybe it's a plot line unique to the Sakota race, so stay put. Anyway, I just changed the map, and there's nothing interesting to see around."

About two days ago.The official announcement of the location of the mobile map of the main city "Heishan",

Most of the players have any opinions, but the little guys headed by Du Lin:

They intend to rely on technology to be powerful, and they have produced a lot of equipment and tools, but they can't take them away, so they can only throw them away.

"I heard that they plan to reproduce the black powder. I don't know if it has succeeded."

"Who knows."

D2 looked up at the construction site helmet he picked up from the old map, thinking it was an "Adrian helmet".

"What are you doing? Let's shoot a target?"

"Sister Xuedao asks the color TV boss to hit a rock with a rock, I don't have that much time to spare."

D1 shaking his head with a light machine gun on his shoulder is boring.

Put on the D6 proposal of wringing out the coat yourself,

"Why don't we watch PVP, I heard that today is the only son of Wendigo in the whole server, Haisi."

But D1, the leader, still didn't react much. He looked at the transport truck parked not far away...the light bulb above his head lit up.

"Did nine new NPCs come just now?"

"Hey, it seems to be true!?"

"Then, let's go! Look at the new NPC!"

"Okay, let's go!"

New NPC hey!Highly intelligent NPC!

Still nine!

Isn't this more interesting than watching who cooks and shakes wine glasses? ? ?

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bad news news,

xw x The final exam is tomorrow, so it can only be changed to the second update, please forgive me

Volume 50 Columbia: Chapter [-] The Unique Obsession with Ursa

Victoria,

One of the most powerful superpowers on the land of Terra today, with an extremely prosperous economy and powerful military technology,

The overseas enclaves and pioneering areas that it owns, even on the land of Terra, have opened up a "Era of Victoria".

And all the prosperity and glory are inseparable from the workers in the light and heavy industries.

For example, the textile industry.

But Victoria's textile workers, how are you doing?

Relying on hard work, starting from layer to layer, and finally reaching the top.

Is there such a situation?Yes, but only in the mouth of the factory director.

Why let everyone go to "well-off" together when you can make yourself rich and prosperous?"Victoria" in another time and space earth can eat, drink, sleep and sleep in the factory, the living go in and the dead come out, and even in the modern earth, there are still many "poor people eradication plan", "you always love to work overtime", etc. heresy.

What's more, it's Terra, who is so noble and so cheap?

A week's wages of nine pounds and fifteen pence, perhaps a lot,

But for a textile worker who needs to support her family, she bought bread, butter, and salt.

After the firewood, rice, oil and salt, how much can be left?

The lower and upper rooms have been carefully repaired to form a gap called the middle, which is named as a class, which makes people oppose each other, fight each other, and make it difficult to unite.

In other words, it is worthy of Terra, where origin stones are raging, evil spirits are rampant, and princes and generals are born with seeds. The upper layer doesn't even need to make up reasons like the earth, eating steak and singing songs, and the bloody money is laundered by servants and put into their pockets .

Uther is 19 years old this year, but he twisted the palm of his hand that was supposed to hold the book in front of the loom early.

I vaguely remember that when I was less than ten years old, my mother sent me to the textile factory, and I was exposed to the spinning wheel work from an early age, in the workshop with a pungent smell.

At first, the pressure of life was not so heavy,

All the turning points began with the accidental death of his father because of his involvement in racial conflicts.

Since then, her hard life has come. In order to support her younger siblings, she and her mother had to stay up late and work overtime, weaving cloth in the factory, and had little time to sleep.

She has cried, but under the glory of Victoria, how can there be fewer people like her?

The brightly colored cloth flowed to the upper floor, and the noble ladies marveled at the blood stains on it, and made up a tragic song about a former Gaul prince who died in love,

Unexpectedly, the blood came from the female textile workers who were of the same age as them.

Uther has cried and will never cry again,

I didn't cry when I was accidentally infected with ore disease, and I didn't cry when I was moved out of the house.

In the cognition of life, nothing looks the same anymore. There are no workers in the union... There is no black tea in the black teapot... There is no flour in the bread...

But there must be infected people in the neighborhood of infected people,

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There's nothing to be afraid of anymore,

When everyone was displaced by Sarkaz's invasion, when they crossed the dead and dry Vilas desert, when everyone was crying, only she did not shed tears.

Because it seems... it's finally over?

Anyway, if you get ore disease, you will die sooner or later.

Anyway, there's nothing left to lose,

Rather than dying in a corner, why not see more scenery before dying?

"Now let me tell you what's going on here."

"From today onwards, all of you are registered employees of the Black Mountain company. You will have the dignity of normal people, you will have reasonable rest time, you will have accommodation, board and lodging, and three-year working hours...Of course, you will still work."

Standing in the sparse crowd, Uther was not tall, which made her look a bit reluctant.

"The content of your work is not fixed, but rest assured, there is no danger."

"It's just that you need to stick to some rules: First, you must not leave your job without authorization."