The day finally dawned, and the day full of hope came smoothly.

Qi Lang led Prince Marcus out of the woods, along a mountain path, all the way west, and before three o'clock in the afternoon, the town of Vace, which was regarded as a legend by the empire but a hell by the slaves, had appeared in front of him.

It was a huge rocky mountain range with a length of thirty or fifty kilometers, but the mountain range seemed to have been split by the gods with a giant axe from the middle, and the seven or eight hundred meters high mountain formed two cliffs facing each other from afar, and one after another low and cold stone caves were built on the cliff walls.

From a distance, the caves were densely packed with black sesame seeds, as if too many black sesame seeds had been sprinkled on the cut surface of two baguettes. The black sesame seeds were not melted cheesesticks, but stairs made of masson pine. The staircase was soft and in disrepair, and the slightest bit of footwork caused violent shaking, so accidents were common, and hundreds of slaves were killed every year.

On the flat ground nearly 500 meters wide between the two cliff faces, a steel building rises. The iron tower is more than 50 meters high, and it winds along the mountain range for 10 kilometers, and it is the military camp where the fierce and evil guards are stationed. In addition to the permanent accommodations, there are stables, infirmaries, torture training rooms, emergency headquarters, ore storage rooms, and so on...... All of them are integrated into one, which can be called a miracle of modern architecture!

But when Marcus rushed to the so-called town of Vache with excitement, it was as if someone had poured cold water on his head.

The town of Vache is empty. The Vache slave camp was empty.

There were no guards with leather whips, no more scrawny slaves.

It had become an empty city, quiet, dead silent.

Bloodstains on the eyes!

The building had collapsed as if it had just experienced a rain of blood! the solidified black blood and rust had mixed together to turn the steel dragon into a scarred monster, the stairs on either side had fallen apart and swayed in the breeze, the broken steel sword spears had fallen to the ground, with only bloodthirsty flies acting as their temporary masters, and the three-headed drake had turned into three monstrous corpses, either leaning against the cliff face or sticking their heads into the building's steel supports......

Marcus's fat chin had fallen, and he didn't say a word for a long time. He was frightened by the bloodshed in front of him, a horror he had never seen with his own eyes in more than eighteen years of his life!

Qi Lang was also frightened. Although Qi Lang had fantasized countless times about tearing down the steel building and snatching the whip from the guards during the three years he had lived here, he was still stunned by the huge shock when the dream really came true.

"What's going on?" Marcus finally came to his senses, he had to hold the sides of his thighs with both hands to barely stop them from shivering, "what about the people? where are the people? what about the proud soldiers of the Luman Empire, what about the slaves who are loyal and dedicated to the Empire, where have they gone?"

Qi Lang snorted softly, and he was not in the mood to answer Marcus's stupid words at all. He walked up to the main entrance of the steel building, picked up a broken spear, and pried it open.

"Squeak-boom!"

The iron gate fell, and the loud bang echoed through the mountains on both sides.

The hallway was still so gloomy, but unlike before, the screams of slaves who were flogged were no longer heard, and the atmosphere was eerie only because it was empty.

After going back and forth for half an hour, Qi Lang could already conclude that this slave camp, which was overcrowded in the past, had completely turned into an empty city, not only were there no living guards and slaves, but not even a single corpse could be seen.

"It's an uprising. Qi Lang walked back to Marcus and replied with a cold face, "It should be a slave uprising." Those poor people have been oppressed for too long, so they have united in a revolt, intending to abandon their loyalty and stop serving the empire wholeheartedly. ”

"That's a riot!!" Marcus shouted angrily, "That's not an uprising! Only the righteous can be called an uprising, and they are definitely not the righteous!!"

Qi Lang's face was gloomy, and when he heard such a roar, it was impossible for him to remain calm anymore! He rushed forward, grabbed Marcus by the collar, and shouted loudly with a hundred times the anger of Marcus: "Tell me, who are the righteous ones?!Are they the scoundrels who have whips in their hands, or are they the gangsters who throw the sick off the volcano?! Are they the devils who force the slaves to kill each other, or are they the fierce ones who lie on the bones of the slaves and laugh wildly?! You tell me, noble Marcus, who is the righteous one?!"

Marcus froze and cringed, he couldn't stop trembling, "I'm sorry...... I thought...... Oh my God, is it all true?"

Qi Lang shook Marcus off the collar fiercely. He was trembling too.

Anger had been sealed away for too long, and if it weren't for his return here, Qi Lang would hardly remember all the tragedies that had happened in those three years. But now, those pains have come back to them, and those cruel fragments seem to be still playing out in front of our eyes.

He seemed to see it all: when the time of sacrifice came again, hundreds of slaves dragged their emaciated and sick bodies, driven by the soldiers, like black-haired pigs waiting to be slaughtered, stood in a row, squeezed into the narrow iron cages, volcanoes emitting black smoke, poisonous rivers shining with green light, and sinkholes diffusing red mist, which would be the end of their respective fates.

However, they decided to rebel!

They decided to rebel against the fierce and vicious perverted soldiers, and they decided to rebel against the unjust fate!

The bony arms were raised, and a heart-rending cry rang out!

300,000 slaves responded in droves!

In order to survive, for freedom, they have to fight a bloody road with their lives!

Qi Lang crouched down and pressed his hands on the blood-soaked rock. It could have been lifted up by several arms and smashed the head of the tall soldier, or it could have smashed the ribs of a few dark-skinned, thick-lipped slave brothers......

Qi Lang's heart tightened.

He was still shaking.

Qi Lang knew how much he wanted to join the ranks of the uprising. The slaves came from all corners and spoke different languages, but their tragic fate forced them to accept the domestication of the Caucasian race, forcing them to give all their labor and even their lives to this mighty empire. They create a noble world, but all they reap is a small slice of moldy bread at every meal. They should rebel, and in order to overthrow that disgusting system, they should indeed rebel with their lives!

Qi Lang also knew how fierce it was. The Vache concentration camp was home to some of the most ferocious guards of the Luman Empire, the most ruthless of the villains handpicked from the major legions. They are cold-blooded and murderous, and regard the alien race as the lowest reptile in the world, even if they are from the same race, as long as they are thrown into this slave camp, they have become a tool of labor. In order to defeat those guards and kill them, the slaves would probably have to pay a hundred times as much as each other.

But they succeeded!

The town of Vache has become an empty city, and the Vache slave camp no longer exists!

Qi Lang punched hard!

He was heartened by this, because the slaves were free, they no longer had to take on the so-called challenges, they were free—the hellish institutions were nothing more than talk for the pleasure of the bureaucrats, and the so-called freedom was just another form of selling themselves at a low price.

Of course, they have also experienced life and death challenges, but it is completely different, it is a more proactive and proud challenge!

The rock beneath his hand had cracked, and the rubble had some fresh blood stains on it.

"I regret this...... "Marcus turned to Qi Lang, his eyes showing unprecedented sincerity, "It seems that you are right, what is written in the book is not necessarily true. He raised his head, looked up at the empty cliffs around him, and let out a long sigh: "Old Henry said that if you want to become a holy monarch, you must walk in truth. Stay away from those officials, away from those illusions. The edifice of the Luman Empire has long been riddled with holes, and if we want to repair it, we must know the truth in every corner. ”

Qi Lang frowned and looked at Marcus quietly, although he didn't say a word, Marcus had already seen his problem.

Marcus smiled innocently, "If I said that old Henry wanted to abolish slavery, would you believe it?"

Qi Lang remained silent.

Marcus smiled again and said, "Would you believe me if I said that Henry XI would abolish slavery when the scepter was in the hands of Marcus Henry?"

Qi Lang's eyes were still cold, but he spoke, calmly and calmly: "That's the oath that the future king of the Luman Empire made to a former slave, is that so?"

Marcus didn't stretch out three fingers to the sky, but he raised his right hand and punched three powerful punches in his left chest: "Take my vow, dear Brother Qi Lang." One day, you will discover the goodness of Marcus Henry, and one day, you will discover the righteousness of Marcus Henry. ”

"I'll always be watching you, Marcus Henry. Qi Lang let go of his clenched fist, but fixed his eyes firmly on Marcus, "I accept your oath, the future Henry XI, brother or mortal enemy......"