That night came again, the Demon King and Camille had been talking for four hours, and many of Liu Xinming's unimaginable conspiracies and tricks were forcibly poured into his mind, and he knew how much trouble he would add to himself if he was soft-hearted.

At this time, he drooped his head in a daze, and only snorted after listening to three or four sentences, looking uncooperative and uncooperative, but he also silently wrote down the key points in his heart.

Camille's plan is simple - two days later, he and some of the elite of the Demon King's Salvation Army rush to Vulture City, and Camille should deliberately embarrass them in Vulture City, and even at the negotiating table, he will be able to create a discordant atmosphere and irritate the already reckless and unpopular Bahad Khan with rhetoric.

As long as the emotions reach a certain level, the Demon King and the Praetorian Guard led by him will directly make trouble in Vulture City, and the Demon King himself will kill Bahad. At this point, Camille stands up and declares his legitimacy, issuing a proclamation acknowledging the existence of the City of Redemption.

Such a plan would greatly deplete the popularity of Camille, who had just ascended to the throne, but for the sake of Max's ambitions, he was willing to bear it, so he made this plan with a hundred benefits and no harm.

"Good! When Celia wakes up, we'll go! ”

Seeing Jack and Father Anderson and others walking out of the tent in the distance, this terrible conspiracy was over, and the Demon King stood up first, and walked towards the crowd who had already had a headache because of the discussion.

"That's right" suddenly turned around and looked at Camille, who had also just stood up.

"You can't tell anyone about this!"

"Of course." With a chuckle, Camille bowed reluctantly, and the fat on his face seemed to stretch slightly because of his pleasure.

The discussion was roughly reported, and it probably involved gangs, merging slums, running bullet farms together, and employing workers to produce in a manner similar to that of various empires.

To put it simply, the sale of weapons is the lifeblood of the entire city, and after fifty years of change, people have almost no way to return to the original trading and agrarian society in an instant, as an excess, they still have to rely on the former cannibalistic factories.

Surprisingly, although the incident was clear to all the participants, George's emotions were not mentioned considering the liberation of the factory.

But in the end, the matter was brought up by old George himself, he really didn't care about anything, he saw his wife again, and his enemies had turned into a wisp of smoke. Nothing is unacceptable, when you have already been free.

George even half-jokingly said, "Don't talk about reopening the factory, even if I am asked to work for another ten years, I can wake up with a smile every day when I sleep!" "To the awe of other slum leaders who are also suffering but at least free.

One more thing is that, at Hank's suggestion, wait for the end of today, and when the sun rises tomorrow, millions of citizens and slum people will be mobilized to pave the way from the various slums to the main city of the city of redemption, and to build new walls on the outer sides of the entire four slums.

The City of Redemption is a land of redemption, and no scavenger is allowed to be planned as a rat in the gutter that cannot be saved.

As it turned out, it was sensible.

That night, the feast lasted until midnight, and because there was still a lot of work to be done the next day, the people reluctantly said goodbye to each other, and agreed to hold such a convention every week, and Jack also gave the banquet a nice name - "Salvation Day Celebration".

At night, the Demon King settled old Jack and Camille, who had drunk and slept on the spot, and helped them to rest in the tent. And he himself slowly, as little as possible to make a sound, walked into the RV where Celia was sleeping, wanting to say goodbye to his sister before leaving, and to see how her injuries were now.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pair of clear little eyes in the dark RV, blinking at him.

Then, a small creature let out a strange cry and hung directly on his sturdy neck.

"Max! You're all right! Woo - I'm scared to death! ”

Removing the crying and laughing little girl from his neck, the demon king felt that the fatigue of the day had subsided.

"How could anything happen to me? I'm so good. ”

"Hmmm! Max is the best! The little girl's unthinking affirmation and praise made the demon king thank the two motorhomes for the first time for the poor interior lighting, at least without exposing his already flushed face.

After chatting with Celia for a while, he suddenly felt a little strange thing, Celia's memory was indeed that she fell from the stairs and was caught, but she had neither the impression of being shot, nor the scars on her neck or head, as if that terrible scene was really a nightmare, and it never existed.

didn't dare to ask more, the demon king coaxed Celia to sleep, and by herself, walked out of the RV, looked at the moonlight like water outside, and fell into deep thought because of this rare calm.

Speaking of which, why are the stars and moon here so similar to the place where they once existed, language, technology, almost all of them are very different, but only this night sky is exactly the same.

"Brother, what kind of constellation is that?" A child with a high ponytail pointed to the stars in the sky and asked curiously.

"Wenwen ——!" As soon as she turned her head, the girl who had just been clear in the afterglow was distorted and distorted like a TV screen with a bad signal.

Shaking her head vigorously, the girl disappeared, and all that was nothing more than the fantasy of this poor man who longed to see his own sister again.

"Where are you? I can't see you! "Coming back from the dead, tossing and turning in another world, continuous battles, conspiracies, pain and life and death are lost and resurrected, and even people are about to forget, what is in the body of the demon king is just an immature soul that has lived for twenty-seven years.

The intensity of life in a big city allows for only a brief period of vulnerability in the middle of the night, just as it is at this time.

Like every night when he worked overtime until late at night, or every night when he visited his sister, the invincible demon king hugged his legs, shrunk into a ball like a wronged child, and sobbed alone.

He didn't feel the slightest coldness behind him, and a girl with a high ponytail stared at his back with a sad face.

Silently embraced him from behind, even though the girl's hand was completely across his body, and he couldn't feel it.

"Brother, try to live, I... will always be with you. The slightly immature and cold voice is like a call from the cemetery.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the helpless soul, the newborn soul, stayed with the person they loved the most, and became a new "spirit"