noveltune Chapter 99 The Spark of Resistance
Chapter 99 The Spark of Resistance
Chapter 99 The Spark of Resistance
Unlike in the past, the Friendly Camp is now filled with an eerie atmosphere.
The camp's iron gates had clearly been reinforced, and a ring of sharp iron thorns hung on the fence, making the entire camp look no different from a prison.
The "hostages" in the camp were also different from those I had seen last time.
Having witnessed Eric's tragic death, the seeds of fear had taken deep root in their hearts; they were not lambs to the slaughter.
Among the hostages present were thugs who had fought their way out of the carnage, and survivors who had participated in killing the Abyss's offspring. There were signs of battle in the camp; some people had bruises on their faces, and others were wrapping bandages around their bodies, indicating that many people had participated in the riot.
Simon navigated through the noisy crowd and found his companion, Klein.
Unexpectedly, Klein changed overnight. His left eye was bruised and black, as if he had been punched hard. His handsome face suffered this calamity, but he himself seemed indifferent, even with the corners of his mouth turned up in a smug smile.
"What happened?" Simon stepped forward to check on his companion's injuries. Not only on his face, but also on his shoulders and abdomen, there were purplish-black bruises, indicating that he was seriously injured.
Klein smiled smugly, his azure eyes filled with pride: "I have perfectly completed the task you assigned me."
"Didn't I tell you to spread fear? Why did you get beaten up?"
The two looked at each other, and Simon instantly realized that Klein might have done something else that would cause unforeseen complications.
"What did you do last night?" he immediately pressed.
"Of course, we should unite with other forces to resist!" Klein blinked. "We almost escaped when we found the right opportunity, but unfortunately the Iron Warriors came back too quickly. They opened fire and forced us back into the camp, and then specifically picked out a few troublemakers and gave them a good beating."
Simon’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he instantly realized that Klein had misunderstood him. But Klein had tried, after all, and in the end, he nodded in affirmation of his efforts.
"You did a good job, I'm sorry you had to suffer." He patted Klein on the shoulder.
"Feeling wronged? I'm nothing compared to many others who are more seriously injured than me." Klein gestured towards the distance.
Members of all factions were injured to varying degrees, with the Chalasu tribe suffering the most severe injuries.
Charasu squatted on the ground, checking on his family members' injuries. The middle-aged man had been beaten black and blue, his swollen face barely showing any expression. He held his family members' hands tightly and comforted them softly, while his eyes burned with intense anger as he looked at the iron-casting warriors.
Although they failed to escape, the spark of rebellion remained in everyone's heart. With the growing discontent, it would one day ignite into a raging fire, completely destroying Karl's rule on the second floor.
As Simon surveyed his surroundings, Klein suddenly opened his arms and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "Karl left the Friendly Camp yesterday with the Iron Warriors. Late last night, the Iron Warriors returned to the camp with a heavy wooden crate."
Is Karl not in the camp? Simon looked around, but there was indeed no sign of him.
What's in the wooden box?
"It must be something important. Ordinary supplies could be sent in directly, why use wooden crates to cover it up? I guess it's some kind of machinery."
Simon nodded. Klein had it tough; he not only got beaten up but also risked his life to gather intelligence for him.
"Besides that, there's something else strange—yesterday morning I saw four fanatic steam armor suits leave the camp, and they haven't returned yet."
This information made Simon's heart tighten, and he couldn't help but worry about Franny and the nun.
The fanatical legion recorded in "The History of Imperial Wars" is an extremely stubborn and devout legion, and under Karl's brainwashing, they will become even more fanatical.
If their purpose in leaving the camp was to hunt down the nun, then he'd better hurry back to support them.
Karl was not in the camp. The person in charge of the camp was a pale-faced fanatic wrapped in a robe covered with prayer oaths.
The fanatic acted strictly by the book. Charasu, the Imperial Adventurer, and Wilson handed over the Slayer Bees one after another, and the fanatic ordered the Iron Warriors to release them. When it was Sophia's turn, she was visibly nervous. The fanatic saw her glass jar, but his aged face remained expressionless.
"Passed." After taking out the Queen Bee, he ordered the Iron Warriors to release the man.
The members of Sofia's team breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at their leader. Sofia turned her head and gave Simon the same grateful look.
When it was Simon's turn, he handed over a Killer Bee, but he still didn't choose Klein, but rather Pik, who was good at using strange birds to transmit information.
"Thank you, Simon."
Pique still looked as neurotic as ever, his long bangs covering his face, making him appear颓废 and listless.
After rescuing their respective hostages, the two iron-clad warriors approached with heavy steps and drove them away.
After walking about a kilometer along the flower field, people from other factions began to appear on both sides of the field.
"There's an enemy!" Pique tensed up instantly.
He frantically pulled out his pistol, but Simon grabbed it with lightning speed. Pike felt the pistol suddenly become unusually heavy, and he couldn't lift it up as soon as he pointed it at the enemy. The immense grip forced him to let go, and Simon put the pistol back into his waistband.
"Don't be nervous, everyone here is one of us," he said softly, trying to reassure them.
"Our own people?" Pik was speechless with shock. Before him stood a burly alien chieftain, an adventurer from the Empire, and even two cave raiders. They were all his own people.
"Please be quiet for a moment, and I'll explain to you later."
The Imperial Adventurer was the first to step forward and hand the glass jar to Simon.
"Keep it safe for me." He made a farewell gesture and turned to leave with his adventurer.
Charasu was the second to hand the glass jar to Simon.
He remained silent, patted Simon on the shoulder with his thick palm, then turned and left with his family, disappearing into the flower field without looking back.
The third person was Wilson, who handed the glass jar to Pick.
"I will do whatever you ask. Please take good care of my wife." He looked at Simon, his tone humble and sincere. Before leaving, he went to Sophia and gently kissed his cheek, then left with two of his men.
Aren't you competitors? Shouldn't you be fighting to the death? And isn't the current rule to exchange scorpion bees for companions? Why would they willingly hand over the glass jar to Simon? The amount of information was overwhelming, and Pique frowned, unable to process it for a long time.
Moreover, Sofia was following behind them. Piqué had heard of Sofia's reputation; she was a notorious assassin and professional cave raider who used unique mechanical devices to hunt down countless precious pieces of meat as evidence of crime. But why was she following Simon now? Was she also loyal to Simon?
"I will tell you everything, but it's not the right time yet. I will tell you everything after we meet up with Frani and Sister."
Pique nodded blankly, but then suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Alright, let's go find Flannery—wait, what's with the nun?"