When the heavy armor plate slammed into the wall of the bullet farm with terrifying speed, the seemingly formidable wall collapsed in its entirety. In that wall, there is a miserable appearance that the demon king who has only been a scavenger for three months does not know.

Countless people, dressed in tatters and looking even more miserable than the scavengers, are the workers of the largest arsenal in ruins. They were called from the slums, fantasizing about a better life and a better life, and some fantasizing about earning more money to take their families out of the garbage heap and moving to the immortal city to live a good life.

When the factory was first built, it was really like that. At that time, as long as you worked more, you had a higher income, and some workers who learned to work more quickly even rented a hut in the Immortal City and brought their families into the city. Even if it was average, it was far more than the waste pickers at that time. Smoothly, every young person or prime of life at that time rushed in.

The nightmare began one night three years later, when the war boss "Immortal Old Joe", the leader of the Immortal City and the entire eastern side of the ruins, arrived at the factory. He was so kind that he talked to every worker around him, telling them that as long as he could earn money in the future, he would make a good life for everyone.

That night, the factory's canteen was filled with an unlimited supply of liquor and delicacies, most of which had never been seen by the poor scavengers for generations. Most of the workers drank and reveled that night, celebrating the presence of a savior in the desert, discussing with each other the bright future in their hearts.

By midnight, most of the people were drunk, and even those who were sober or not drinking were exhausted from the day's excitement, and just as they were about to go home to rest, they found that the doors of the factory, which had never been closed, were now tightly closed.

Drunk people inevitably became impatient, some began to beat, and some began to curse while trying to climb to the watchtower next to them to see if the janitor had drunk too much and fell asleep. One of them, the strongest of them, had put his feet on the edge of the wall, and put his head up to talk to it, when suddenly ——!

"What's that?!"

"Touching ——!"

The man who climbed the fence seemed to see something, and let out a strange scream, but then he was shot in the lung, and fell to the ground in an instant, and the people around him were already out of breath when they looked over.

In an instant, countless white lights lit up on the walls of the entire factory, and for the first time, people saw the terrible guards who sprayed their faces with silver paint and held all kinds of guns. They are the warriors of the undead Old Joe, the "War Boys", and their mission is to keep an eye on them after they have collected enough slaves from the Bullet Farm. If someone wants to run, only the soul can escape, this is the cruel order given by Old Joe from the beginning.

"All the workers are the property of the leader of the Immortal City, Immortal Old Joe, you can never leave here from today, and you will continue to work tomorrow, cheer for this supreme glory!!"

In the brightest part of the city wall, a skinny, bone-covered, skinny, withered zombie-like young man shouted with all his might in that hoarse voice, causing all the boys around him to cheer and echo. From this incident that shocked the ruins, people began to gradually get to know the leader of this war kid who likes to escape, and was only twenty-four-year-old "Zombie" Sean at the time.

The sudden proclamation, along with the bodies and blood of the dead workers on the ground, provoked an emotional reaction from the drunks, some of whom were so frightened that they squatted on the ground, their brains blanked, and gave up resisting. More people were angry, and they began to storm the gates, which were originally only made of iron sheets, and began to be shaken. It's a pity that Old Joe, as a powerful war leader, in addition to his outstanding personal strength, is more powerful than his intrigue and prudence. The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, even for these weak people who don't have any weapons, he still has to calculate when he can. In today's liquor, in addition to high-purity ethanol, it is also doped with a small amount of anesthetic, which dissolves in alcohol, and has a slow onset but is almost impossible for anyone to detect. The weapons that "Immortal Old Joe" has fought so far, apart from his pistol and his loyal cronies, are only the invisible poison that kills people. Soon, the people in the crowd who had drunk began to feel weak and sleepy, and their eyes were almost closed and they were about to fall asleep. In just a few minutes, a third of the workers gave up resistance and finally succumbed to sleep, leaving less than 10,000 men still storming the gates and walls. Most of them are people who don't know how to drink, or they have concerns in their hearts, and they can't just accept their fate, many of them are fathers, sons, and husbands, and they come here for the meager hope. Now that they form the final shock array, they can't die yet, because they never lived for themselves.

The number of people is too small to destroy the gate, and people began to choose to stack the wall in the way of human walls, wanting to break through from the "sky". Seeing such a move, "Zombie" Sean was actually a little scared in his heart, even if the gap in force was large, it was a one-to-ten battle, and there were only 900 people under his command, and now there are more than 9,000 workers who can still move. Bulked up and flicked back slightly, Sean shouted again, "The boss allows a one-third casualty rate, and the rest is enough, fire on me!" "Since his own leader and the god immortal in the minds of every war kid have ordered so. Standing at the head of the wall, the war boys who were still hesitating opened fire without hesitation.

Hundreds of fires stained the night, and the crowd that climbed the wall fell in large numbers, and gradually, the noise became more and more thin, and finally, as the last man to rush up the wall with a wooden stick was shattered by the large-caliber shotgun in Sean's hand, the bloody "inauguration ceremony" ended.

Since then, a group of happy workers has disappeared, and a group of slave laborers on the production line, known as "machine servants", have begun endless unpaid work.

The people in the slums didn't give up on rescuing at first, and the people inside didn't give up on escaping, but the difference in strength was too great, and only some of the people with shabby weapons and home-made guns couldn't compete with Sean and his heavy firepower and powerful trucks. As failure after failure turned into bloody purges, and with more and more random kidnappings brought about by the attrition of factory staff, everyone succumbed. They worked for free, ate horrible food, and to this day, the wall, fell.

With a look of horror on their faces, they watched as the wall they thought would never be able to shake collapsed. In the midst of countless shocked eyes, a man carrying a tattered "shield" noticed them at this time, and casually dropped the scrapped armor plate in his hand. smashed on the ground on the upper body of the "zombie" Sean who was still struggling, completely ending his last false life.

In the minds of these people, this is the god, the god sent by Heaven to save them, to save them. The long-term despair and captivity have made them desperate for freedom, just like a drowning man who is suddenly rescued, and even the demon king himself does not know that his first "believers" have been created in this way.

When the demon king saw the stunned people, he just thought that these were workers working for Old Joe, and in his impression, Old Jack had never talked about these people, and probably not some villains. Now that they saw that they didn't pose a threat or anything like that, the Demon King decided that it was okay to leave it alone, and he decided not to waste any more time on these frivolous things.

Under the gaze of countless people, he walked into the path towards the distant immortal city, and said a little bit of his heart where the voice was about to be reached, which was a little explanation for these people who had lost their jobs (as he thought he was).

Each worker heard the voice of his savior, unshakable with such perseverance and a loving concern that the younger ones almost shed tears.

"Go back, it's not anyone's fault, it's just that we have a different position." The Demon King said this, speeding away from the edge of the horizon.