The center of the large iron factory is facing the square of geothermal energy well. Under the reflection of the fire and transpiration, hundreds of backbone of carefree education were detained in the crowd of countless workers.


    After several days of torture, their bodies were damaged to varying degrees. Many people supported each other and staggered forward. Heavy shackles dragged on the ground, making a harsh sound and a series of faint sparks.


    However, there is no fear of death coming on their faces, nor the indifference and blankness when they practice "forget to worry", only a touch of joy and relief.


    Everyone is humming the old and warm tune, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, to their own end, and the final smile, left to the workers around.


    Unlike the impassioned and passionate battle song played by Li Yao over the iron works more than half a month ago, this tune is almost as low as the dust. It is as dull as the coal core in the ashes, but it is full of the appeal of "moistening things silently".


    After the failure of the uprising, the workers who volunteered to stay were already dead, dragging their bodies like walking corpses, inlaying themselves into the assembly line and the deep mine cave, at the mercy of the immortals.


    But this scene, the smile of Xu Zhicheng, shidun man "teacher" and others, as well as their gentle humming, awakened the sleeping hearts of the workers. It was like throwing a handful of soft sugar mixed with salt into their throats. The complex taste came back to their hearts.


    I don''t know who was the first to start. All the workers echoed Xu Zhicheng and others and sang softly.


    Maybe they have long forgotten the lyrics, maybe they even remember the rhythm fragmentary, even some young workers have never heard the melody, but the melody is actually engraved on their genes a long time ago, they just need to summon up the courage, open their throat, the voice will naturally flow out.


    Such a warm melody makes the cultivators feel the chill to the bone.


    Li Minghui has never seen such a scene before - even the heart shaking war song of the Wuyou cult uprising more than half a month ago did not seem to be the strange and terrible singing of the workers at this moment.


    "No singing, no singing!"


    Wielding the whip of electromagnetic warfare, the immortal cultivator "slapped" a dazzling ball of lightning in mid air and roared at his throat.


    But the song is like a calm ocean, which soon engulfs these small electric sparks.


    Now that the workers are dead hearted, they will no longer be afraid of the threat from the immortals.


    But Li Minghui didn''t dare to kill. Most of the workers fled, and the new workers and psionic puppets were not so convenient to mobilize. He had only these available people on hand. It would be difficult for him to finish the production task which was originally assigned by the matchless moon. If he could not finish the task again, he would be buried with these humble bastards!


    Li Minghui could only gnash his teeth and order his men and fighting puppets to separate the workers as far as possible, not to give them the chance to gather together. Then he ordered the executioner to execute quickly, so as not to have a long night''s dream. Originally, he prepared a verdict of full of flowers and grace, and he was ready to wait until he beheaded these people.


    The whole iron works is like this. Death and chaos coexist paradoxically, like the ocean before a storm, or the volcano whose magma is about to erupt.


    This scene is clearly seen by the raiders who lie on the abandoned rock wall in the southwest of the large iron factory and in a secret mine.


    At the moment, the new firepower setting of the big iron factory, the number of elite members of the royal guards and demon hunters, and the patrol routes are all transformed into waterfall like data and shining translucent circuit diagrams, which appear one by one on the crystal brain light screen beside the attackers.


    Carrying a heavy anti shield sniper gun, the young man with blonde hair and golden hair locked fire points one after another and set the corresponding shooting parameters. The sweat oozed from his forehead and he said anxiously, "sister long, protector Xu, they are going to be executed by the immortal cultivators. When are we going to go down to save people?"


    "I''ve said it many times along the way, now I''ll say it for the last time - we''re not here to save people, but to kill people. If you really want to save people, go down and save yourself!"


    Long Yangjun coiled his waterfall like black hair around the back of his head, biting a blue dagger in his mouth, and his face was as cold as iron. "There are so many elite of the imperial guards and demon hunting girls below, as well as the matchless moon, the female demon head of the court of heavenly demons, who is personally in charge. How can he save them?


    "Don''t look down on the moon. Although she was not the most famous and outstanding among all the imperialist gods in the past few decades, she was largely hindered by the weakness of the court of justice.


    "Judging from her fighting performance in the past few months, she definitely deserves the eight words of" treacherous, sinister and ruthless ". The achievements of the court of heavenly demons in killing heavenly demons and studying supernatural energy in the past few hundred years are all concentrated on her.


    "How is it possible to save so many workers and carefree believers under her eyes?


    "It''s the most ideal result to find a chance to kill her. As for whether the control of the immortals over the big iron factory will collapse after killing her, and how much the workers and carefree believers can escape from it, let''s ask for more blessings!"


    Li Jialing said hastily, "but --"


    "No, but!"


    Long Yangjun glared at the boy, "do you think I like to come back here? Do you think I''m full of food or I''m crazy to go back to the big iron factory guarded by the immortals to be a hero?


    "It''s not that I was seriously injured, I ran out of ammunition and food, and I was cornered by those two gods, so I had to fight back and try my luck here!


    "Listen, we have very little ammunition, fuel and psionic Reserve left. At most, we can only hold on to a short assault battle. We can''t continue to entangle with the immortal cultivators, and we have no ability to make extra twigs.


    "Within hundreds of miles, only the big iron works have enough resources to make us get effective supplies, and no one can imagine that we still have the courage to fight back, so this is the safest place - this is the reason why we venture back, the only reason!


    "In the past few days, we tried our best to get rid of the pursuit of the two immortals and win a golden opportunity - but the enchantment array we set up can''t deceive them for too long. Once the trick is exposed, they will surely react quickly. We only have six hours to half a day to go back to the big iron factory as soon as possible; At least, at least in five minutes, they''ll come out from behind us!


    "With one enemy and three enemies, I''m no match, so I have to kill moon Wushuang before the other two Huashen appear, and then get enough supplies to face the new enemy.


    "If you only deal with two Huashen, there is still room for maneuver or even reversal. Otherwise, just hang yourself!


    "In a word, it''s not the time for women''s benevolence. Remember your task clearly, and then pray that I can kill Yue Wushuang smoothly. If so, maybe a few of the people below will survive; If you''re still half hearted and worried about gains and losses, don''t try to save any of them! "


    "I, I understand. I''m sorry, sister long."


    Li Jialing lowered her head in shame. After a while, she asked with concern, "sister long, how''s your injury?"


    "I can''t die."


    Long Yangjun''s face was pale and expressionless. A gloomy chill came out of his eyes. He said one word at a time, "I, long Yangjun, can''t be killed by any dog or cat. Three gods are not enough. At least ten can be killed!"


    "I don''t know where brother Yao has gone."


    Li Jialing hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "if only he were here."


    "Don''t mention this beast in front of me!"


    As expected, long Yangjun said angrily, "if it wasn''t for his... Sweet words to deceive me, how could I have fallen into this damned whirlpool, and now I would be burned!


    "At the beginning, I was kind enough to let him run away, but he didn''t run, and he had to go up and play with his life with dignity; When we''re all dragged down by him, he sneaks away? What a scum!


    "I tell you, the biggest mistake I''ve ever made in my life is to know your eldest brother, a scum, and for a moment, I actually regarded him as a good friend; And the second big mistake I made was to be stupid enough to believe him! God, looking back now, I''m really ashamed. I was fascinated by some ghost at that time. How could I become the same as him! "


    "This..."


    Li Jialing thought about it and said, "in fact, I can''t blame elder sister long for her bewilderment. The main reason is that brother Yao is too cunning and sentimental."


    "So if he still dares to appear in front of me --"


    Long Yangjun said fiercely, "I will not give him another chance to speak. If I chop him with a crisp knife, the world will be quiet and the universe will be peaceful!"


    Li Jialing didn''t know how to answer, so he had to concentrate on the sight.


    In the sight glass, above the execution ground, the executioner with the steel mask has launched the chain saw sword, and the cold shining saw teeth rotate rapidly.


    Xu Zhicheng and others were suppressed on the ground by fighting puppets. In the struggle with steel, their waists were straightened out.


    Li Jialing swallowed his saliva with difficulty. His palms were wet, and every muscle of his body was tight. He could not stop the impulse to pull the trigger at the executioner''s eyebrows.


    I don''t know what happened in my mind, but also came up with a picture of Li Yao''s bloody body, fighting against ten thousand with one.


    Did brother Yao really run away?


    One in a billion miracles is really impossible, they really can''t save everyone?


    The executioner raised the chainsaw sword high, and the first one to bear the brunt was the great Dharma protector Xu Zhicheng.


    Li Jialing saw Xu Zhicheng''s smile in the sight glass. His fingers almost screamed and exploded.


    "Do it."


    At this time, long Yangjun patted his ass gently, "I have locked the unique position of the moon!"