Chapter 639 Chapter 636 "Lu Shu, who?"

   [Beacon Fire Shelter has evolved into a level 4 domain. 】

   [Daily recruited members: 80 people/day (can be improved through war, population plunder, church expansion, etc.)]

[Resources that can be collected every day: 100 units of water resources (current resource reserve location: underground river), food resources: no (fixed fields are missing), transportation oil: 20 units (trading objects: gathering places in the thirteenth district, eighteenth District gathering place), firearms: none (requires members to make their own)]

  …

  Tretia pushed open an iron gate—a small blood-colored flag was planted on the building, representing the "command".

  Beside the long table, Su Ming'an was looking at the Xike information in his hand, to formulate the best plan for transforming the weapon.

   He also got an unexpected bonus - a personal terminal similar to a laptop. The terminal has modules such as Fiberhome's work log, conversation records of various units, three-dimensional maps, and risk response plans. He posted the preliminary firearm transformation plan and let the major technicians of Fiberhome learn.

  If the time is extended and he is given three years and five years, he is confident to take this group of people back to the dominance of mankind, but he only has ten days left...

   The gap between the beacon fire and the **** camp is desperately large.

   "Teacher, it's night." Tretia took off her felt hat, her hair was covered with silvery white snow.

   "Yeah." Su Mingan tapped the keyboard.

   "I made you a cup of tea," Tretia said.

   She put a pot of hot tea on the table, and the tea liquid flowed into the cup, swaying in a circle of snow, silver and translucent.

   Looking at this beautiful cup of tea, Su Mingan remembered Lu Shu. Tea art was the most useless skill in Lu Shu.

   "What kind of tea is this?" he said.

   "It hasn't been named yet, I'm new to it." Tretia smiled: "You give it a name."

  Su Mingan stared at it, the floating tea leaves were snow-white, like rustling snow: "Let's call it Snowflake Tea."

   "Okay, then call this name..." Tretia happily stood there for a while: "Aren't you going to drink?"

   "You go out first." Su Ming'an said.

   He couldn't drink the water that anyone handed him, not even Tretia.

   On this day, the news that "Lord Lord likes speeches" has spread. People don't understand what "emotional value" is. They only think that Lewis likes to talk and they like to listen.

   Due to the influence of the missionary halo, Su Mingan has successfully brainwashed these two thousand people into the lighthouse disciples. This is not his original intention, but everyone regards him as a new god. He "had no choice" to set up the Lighthouse Church.

   In a world that is too desperate, the church is a good way to rule the will of all people.

   Moreover, this is also because of one of his passive skills.

  …

   [(Passive Skill) Belief: At the beginning of the reconstruction of a civilized society, gods are a culture in which social relations are formed in a sense. It is rooted in people's subconscious, and it is difficult to break it by oneself, so it is deeply ingrained and becomes a kind of belief. Perhaps, in the long-term "thinking", you can do something that cannot be achieved by human beings. 】

  …

   This is a skill he acquired in the 8th World Vault, taught by Sibel, because the description of the skill is too riddle, he still does not know its specific use. But it appears to be combined with his "missionary aura".

   The profession of "Bai Ju" has become "Bai Shen", which is not just a change of nouns. He seems to be more and more comfortable with "speech" skills. Beliefs, gods, congregations... all terms related to "Bai God" are magnified here. Now it seems easy for him to create a lighthouse religion, which can collect people's devout beliefs.

  Tretia noticed that Su Mingan was about to get up: "Teacher, where are you going?"

   "Go to Noah." Su Mingan unbuttoned the cloak on his shoulders.

  Tretia was stunned, she even thought she heard it wrong: "Who are you going to?"

   "Noah." Su Mingan walked towards the door.

   "The leader of District Eleven...that Noah?" Tretia asked.

  Su Mingan looked at her with inexplicable eyes, meaning "otherwise?"

  Tretia was even more confused. This beacon lord, what does it mean to go to the camp of other gods during the war?

   "Are you going to negotiate with the **** camp? Then I'll ask Guan Na and the others to join them. They have diplomatic experience..." Tretia thought of this.

   "No, just to chat." Su Mingan dropped a sentence. The next moment, his wheelchair rose into the sky, leaving behind the petrified Tretia.

  Trettia did not expect the teacher to become so informal.

   She remembered that before Akto disappeared thirty years ago, he would give a speech without thorns for more than two hours, not afraid of assassination. Able to study the most dangerous biochemical technology without fear of death, he is indeed the craziest genius.

   He has never been daring, walking on the edge of sanity and madness.

   Although he…

   She pushed open the door, only to hear crying beside her.

   "What is he, can he save us from starvation? Can he guarantee victory in the war and prevent us from dying in the fire?"

   Under the shadow of the heavy buildings, Lu Sa was comforting a member of the beacon fire. The beacon member was full of complaints.

"I just want to live a good life with my sister. Although the old days were difficult, at least I could survive. It was his arrival that made Fenghuo look like this! We are going to die, we are forced to evacuate from District 11, and we are going to die tomorrow. It's over!" The members of the beacon fire shouted loudly. Around him, there were several members who shared the same thoughts.

   "You have to believe in Lewis...he will definitely win." Lu Sa said softly.

   "Yes, you all say that he is the incarnation of the will of the world, that he is the new god, that he will definitely win the war - but what if he wins the war!" The young man's eyes were red:

"Once you're done, all your bones will die—but I don't want to be that ten thousand bones! He won the war, became famous, and passed on to future generations, but what about us? Names are engraved on tombstones, corpses disappear into sources, and we leave nothing behind We don't want war at all, we just want to live!"

  Tretia frowned upon hearing these words.

   All the members of the beacon fire evacuated from the eleventh district, which means that they will encounter the attack of alien beasts and cold waves, and the lives of 2,000 people are hanging on the line.

  Although Su Ming'an's speech today was very successful and inspired people with enthusiasm, when it comes time to face the reality, many people will react - it is almost impossible for them to win.

   She had heard a lot of gossip today, saying, "It would be nice if you handed over Lewis". Not everyone is Sen and Xia Sheng, some people just want to survive in the flames, without the blood and courage of the revolution.

  Lu heard the movement and walked out in his coat: "What's wrong?"

  Luna didn't respond, but an old man whispered: "There are no undead in a war, let alone with Linguang, a missile, a cannon... even the limbs can't be found."

"Some people say that sending Lewis out can at least buy time." Another old man said: "You don't want it, you think he is the will of the world, think he is a **** - in fact, I think so too, I have never seen it like this. great people."

   He moves his sight:

"Send 400 people to the **** camp, 400 people are worth it for him. You don't want to be this sinner, then let me come and choose 400 people to go out, including those old, weak, sick and disabled... and myself! "

"If there is a war, more than 400 people will die." The old man said: "Today I'm preparing for the war, and I can see it... Tomorrow, more than 400 people will die? Let me go, I will live too. It won’t be long, there must be hope for a human being, Lewis’s life is more important than my life.”

  The old man is much calmer than the young man.

  Beacon Fire has a lot of old, weak, sick and disabled, which will cause the shortage of resources. Send these people out, so that more people can live.

  “…”

  Tretia leaned against the wall, her whole body shivering.

   War is like that…

  Since the end of the cataclysm of the century and Akto's disappearance, she and seven other people have tried to protect human beings. They called on people to rebel against the gods and not accept the inter-era technology given by the gods. However, they tried everything...with no success.

   She and the other seven are very powerful, they can defeat a hundred with one, they can save the lives of many people, but they can't save people's hearts. The number of human beings is getting smaller and smaller, and the war is getting more and more serious. They cut down one person as an example, but there are thousands of people who are fighting for the technology of the gods.

After   , Lin Guang and Noah among them chose to turn against the gods and betrayed them. One of them, North Lither, went missing, and two others died in the war. In the end, she was disheartened and only brought Rongyuan and Xi to Fenghuo. Can't hear what's going on outside the window...

  —and then ushered in a situation where everyone was ruled by the gods.

   Finally saw the spark on the field - Akto came back, but he forgot everything, and even ran to Noah at night... Will Noah let him go because of his old relationship? Or do you go directly to him and dedicate it to the gods?

  Trettia looked at the night sky, her whole body icy cold.

   "Prepare a list of 400 people." At the entrance of the alley, an old man with white hair said. He is the retired former deputy leader of Fiberhome: "If we can't match tomorrow, we can only choose this step."

  …

  【Eleventh District·Lord Building】

   In the darkness like a curtain, the scarlet lanterns gleamed.

On the    floor, dozens of monitoring screens are hung on the walls, countless uniformed personnel come and go, telephones and microphones are beeping one after another, and the organization operates in an orderly manner.

  Su Ming'an covered the space and walked all the way, passing the hall and walking towards the location of the elevator.

   "I heard that Ariel was sent to the Holy Inquisition? Because he let the beacon escape."

   Outside the corridor, two uniformed personnel were chatting.

   "It was Lord Linguang's intention to let Fenghuo evacuate. It was only to give an explanation to the gods that Ariel took the blame."

   "What does Lord Linguang mean? Fenghuo is so daring, how could he spare him? Who is Lewis who was talking about in the live broadcast of the whole city?"

   "How can we speculate on Lin Guang's mind..."

  Su Mingan walked through the floor as if no one else was there, walked quickly into the elevator, and pressed the 33F button on the top floor.

  Noah, as the lord of the eleventh district, should be at the highest level.

  Su Mingan thought about moving in from the space outside the window on the 33rd floor, but the upper floors of the building were completely like iron buckets, there was no open area, he would just move into a metal wall and suffocate to death.

   "Ding—" The elevator door opened, and he walked out silently. In front of him was an ice-white corridor with only two doors at the end.

   He stood outside a door, and the door was opened simultaneously. The blond Noah was waiting at the door in pajamas, staring at his hidden space.

   "Actor, you want to fight against the gods?" Noah said coldly.

  Su Ming'an released the spatial concealment: "Yes."

   The moment he pressed 33F, Noah must have discovered it.

"Do you know how powerful the **** camp is? Many of your shelter's resources are leaked from the **** camp." Noah sneered: "If there is any resentment, the members of the shelter will immediately You are the one to deal with."

   "Aren't you asking me to come in and sit?" Su Mingan had already seen the tea set in the room.

  Noah turned sideways and let him in.

   But when Su Mingan entered the room, he saw a familiar person.

  —It’s Lu Shu.

  Lv Shu has not heard from him since he entered Kaiusta. Even Yamada-machi created a shelter, and Su Mingan thought Lu Shu went wild.

   At this time, he met Lu Shu in the camp of gods.

  ...why has Lu Shu not contacted him?

  Lu wood stood in the room to make tea, his expression was numb, the scarlet tea flowed down the porcelain white tea spout, like a pool of blood falling into a cup.

   He was wearing the uniform of the gods' camp, with scarlet black as the bottom and blood red as the pattern, and a butterfly-like mark was drawn on his chest.

   "Lu Shu?" Su Mingan called.

  “…”

  Lu Shu raised his head stiffly, stared at Su Mingan numbly, and said nothing.

   The swaying white light in the room reflected in his eyes, reflecting the blood-red death in his eyes:

   "Lu Shu, who?"

   (end of this chapter)