When the figure of the demon king disappeared in the direction of the immortal city, tens of thousands of rescued people froze in place. They had been imprisoned for so long that they did not have the courage to step over this destroyed cage.

"He said we could go back. . . Right? ”

For a long time, a worker who was a little lighter in the grade talked to himself in confusion and took a tentative step. He was caught later, and he didn't know what happened to the bullet farm back then, so it might have been a bit of luck.

Under the fearful, suspicious gaze of the other workers, the young man walked step by step through the collapsed wall and walked far away. The sound of gunfire in the memory of the old workers was gone, and the chariots that had once run over the crowd were now overturned on the side of the road like garbage.

"Free! - I'm free! ”

Tears welled up in the corners of the young man's eyes, and despite his barefoot, he ran, shouted, and ran in the direction of his remembered home.

In an instant, emotions are contagious, and countless people began to cheer loudly, and the sound shook the earth. The old people fell directly to their knees and prayed in the direction of the immortal city. The people in their prime and the younger ones cheered and ran towards their hometowns in their memories. They don't know what the consequences will be if they don't go back from that day, whether their families are okay or not, they can't delay for a minute, and the freedom that the gods have given them, they can't delay for a minute.

One of the old workers, especially the elderly, also slowly got up from the ground at this time, and the old workers who didn't seem to have much concern respected the old man and spontaneously gathered around him.

They are not the same as young people in the prime of life, most of whom no longer have relatives in the slums. They had sent their relatives into the city for the time being, and forty years later, no one knew what had happened to them.

"Old man George, what do we do now?" George, the "old man" who was also very old but still had a black beard and hair, and who looked relatively strong in the crowd, turned his head to look at everyone. George was the pillar of all the workers in the factory, and in the darkest years he made countless people give up the idea of suicide, which allowed them to persist until today, seeing the warm sunshine outside, giving them another chance to "live".

The old man's gaze looked at the Immortal City, the place he loved and hated, and his eyes seemed to break through the obstacle to see the figure walking alone, tall and lonely, so determined, the hero that everyone once fantasized about coming to their rescue.

"He said, let's go home, right?" It was like asking a question, but everyone knew that the old man must have already answered, and no one answered.

George turned his head to look at the crowd behind him, and he struggled to climb onto an overturned truck with the help of Blackbeard. Under everyone's gaze, he decided to do something, and his old body struggled to stand up straight, like a flower blooming again in a teacup, and the overlapping wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch a little.

"Today, we are free." One of the most important speeches of the old man's life began. The crowd of nearly 10,000 people slowly quieted down.

"Our Savior tells us that we stand on different grounds. But! How many times have we taken a different position from others, when the factory was blocked, we took a different position and silently chose to accept our fate! Ahem.. Cough! ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the old man's hoarse voice began to be accompanied by coughing

"We were different from the young people at that time, we didn't resist, we were about to go out, but we were scared, we saw the guns, we saw the blood. We are betrayers to those workers who once tried to save us all! ”

Tears rolled in everyone's eyes, and no one could forget the events of that year, the old man continued

"And then? People from the slums began to besiege this prison, young people broke through, our family was in the city of the undead, and we were on a different side. We saw the roaring chariots, the tragic death of the crowd, we retreated, and once again became prisoners! ”

"So! This time, there is a man who saves us, sees through our hypocrisy and self-deception, but still saves. Now he is on his way to the Immortal City. He had already killed hundreds of old Joe, and his eyes told me that he could not give up, and his hatred could only be appeased by washing it with the blood under that mask! ”

The old man struggled to raise his arm that was swollen from the thick knuckles of his knuckles for many years, and more and more workers did this with you, as if to swear allegiance to something.

"He said that we have different positions, we are only the saved, we can only be saved. Tell me! ”

"When there is such a person, willing to fight against the tyrant who has ruled us for decades, the young people return to the arms of their parents, and the prime of life returns to the arms of their parents. And what about us, do we still have to hide in the corner silently, watching another person who is willing to save us die and become nourishment for the desert!? ”

As tears flowed down the furrows and ravines carved by the years on his face, the old man still managed to stand up straight, waiting for an answer, waiting for every heart like him.

"Let's go to the Immortal City!" I don't know who in the crowd suddenly shouted, and in an instant, the silent crowd turned into a boiling sea.

"Let's go to the Immortal City!" ””

The old faces were angry, remorseful, and determined, and they knew what they were going to do.

The crowd began to move forward, and they crossed the wagons with the old men standing, and slowly but surely set out on the road to the immortal city.

Looking at the crowd, old George walked down the wreckage of the car with the help of the old man with the black beard, and began to slowly walk towards the road that he had not walked in fifty years.

"This time, you'll know that even domestic animals can bite!"

The old man's voice was so small, but with a terrifying hatred, that the blackbeard who was holding him next to him shivered, as if he felt that something terrifying was beside him.

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In the living room of the Silver Meat Grinder in the Immortal City, there were only three people present at this time, and Ford no longer had a chance to sit in his original position.

The man in the purple trench coat stood in the doorway sweaty, as if waiting for something, and bowed very low.

"You say, that Sigmar isn't afraid of bullets?"

Old Joe didn't look back, but he knew that Chag "Fighting Dog" must be listening.

"That's right, the subordinate just drew a red mark on him with a 57mm super-heavy "Fire Dragon" sniper rifle. ”

"Hmph, hahahaha" The laughter came from the opposite side of Old Joe, and the "Prophet" laughed so hard that even his black teeth were all exposed.

Ignoring his brother's explicit taunt, Old Joe just continued his conversation, "It's troublesome now, Sean can't hold on." ”

"What do you mean?"

"That guy probably killed Sean and my bullet farm was probably destroyed, but his ultimate goal would be here. Or - she"

On the luxurious velvet floor mat in the living room, a little blonde girl in a shabby oversized overalls was struggling frantically, helplessly tied to layers of silk that she couldn't break free. Of course, the person who tied her was very careful from the beginning, the gentlest material and the most suitable binding, she could not hurt herself in any way.

"Boss, you mean?" Chag didn't understand why he knew that the other party was strong, but Old Joe was still unmoved, in Chag's heart, it was always right to be more prepared against any opponent.

"Hmph-" Old Joe smiled, and under the respirator, a terrifying smile appeared, "because I know his identity, which makes him not afraid of my weapons, but because of this, I have an easier way to solve it, even without me having to do it." ”

Looking back at the dazed man, Old Qiao shook his head helplessly and walked out of the room.

"Waste, show me my daughter, I'll do it myself!"