Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 12 The Prophet
The shouting below stopped, and the hall returned to silence.

"uh-huh……"

The man cleared his throat and said in a serious and serious tone: "Every era will have trendsetters who stand on the cusp of the storm. Every historical change will give birth to countless admirable pioneers. In this world full of blood and fire, , what is the meaning of life?”

"Just to survive?"

"No! That's the ideal of the mutant dog in the wasteland, that's the pursuit of the mole in the sewer."

"We are human."

"We have courage, sincerity, blood, loyalty, and love."

"Warriors, you need a great goal. Use it to temper your will and enhance your spirit. Just like the rock on Xinghai Cliff, you can stand in this wasteland without fear of wind and rain, and strive to pass on the fire of human civilization."

"I am grateful for the war that took place more than 100 years ago."

"It gave us hunger, sickness, and death, but it also broke the shackles of our minds, giving us the opportunity to understand the outside world and understand what freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law are."

"We should treat that disaster with a grateful heart, face all difficulties bravely, use hard work and persistence to open up the future, sow the fire of civilization, and light up the glory of the new era."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

As soon as the man's voice stopped, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded below, causing a greater sensation than the man with the birthmark on his forehead just now.

Pheasant and Chang Wu who just arrived are also listed here.

That voice, those words, that impassioned passion, like a little spark, sparked a prairie fire in the autumn mountains.

Tang Yan squinted his eyes. If he guessed correctly, the man speaking on the high platform should be the boss of the black saint, who was called a prophet by Chang Wu.

After the voices from below stopped, the man in suit and leather shoes lowered his arm, and then raised the card in his hand.

"There is no darkness, there is no black box operation, now, let us decide her life or death in a disheveled way."

At this time, someone walked up to the gangsters in the audience and took away the cards in their hands.

The man in the suit was the last to vote, and he can be clearly seen from below to vote no.

"Xiang Tianbiao, my closest comrade-in-arms, start counting the votes."

After saying this, he walked off, and the bald man with the birthmark on his forehead took the stage to count the votes.

Only then did Tang Yan learn about the incident from Zeng Hua's conversation with a gangster.

The middle-aged woman who was hanged on the gallows in the area behind the high platform was a slave bought by the black saint from the razor demon. The person in charge of the night patrol saw her hiding a bag of marinated mutant beef three days ago.

Undoubtedly, this kind of behavior broke the rules of the black saints and hurt the interests of the bandits. Hence, today's Judgment Assembly came into being. According to the guiding ideology of the Prophet, the life and death of the middle-aged woman was determined in a democratic way.

Voting results will be out soon.

38 votes in favour, 1 against.

Apparently the Prophet was more merciful and voted against it.It was the gangsters who did not forgive that woman.

Xiang Tianbiao licked his lips, walked to the back and stepped on the mechanism.

The middle-aged woman's foot board opened downwards, and her thin body fell under the force of gravity. There was only a crisp sound, and the rope easily broke her vertebrae.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Next, I recalled the cries of the gangsters again. Some of them were flushed, their blood was burning inside their bodies, and they looked very excited and extremely happy.

Xiang Tianbiao stepped off the stage with a relaxed face and replaced him with the prophet of the black saint.

The man still pressed his arm to signal the gangsters to silence, and then expressed his regret and helplessness in a very compassionate tone, then changed his tone and told everyone that he was very happy that the trend of democracy that conformed to the spirit of the times had been accepted by everyone, and sent a message Sincerely like it, pursue it, and respect your spirituality and morality as a human being.

After that, he said not to always recall those unhappy things. In order to celebrate the great victory of democratic thinking, it is advisable to hold a party and have a carnival.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

The audience burst into cheers again, and even Zeng Hua, who had just arrived, raised his arms and shouted excitedly.

In all fairness, this unknown prophet is very good at inciting people's emotions. Nearly 40 people in the audience were very fanatical and looked at him with adoring eyes.

Tang Yan thought it's no wonder that the development of the black saints is so strong. How many people can resist his material and ideological temptations when the civilization of the wasteland is seriously regressing?

Outside there was a female slave pushing a dining cart into the hall. She just walked with her head down, not daring to look up at the high platform.

"Let's go, newcomers, settle you down early, and we can come and have fun."

Pheasant greeted the three of them, led them out of the hall, and walked towards a row of low houses behind.

"Let's do this tonight. Changwu will take you to the tattoo artist tomorrow morning."

Except for the Prophet, every gangster of the Black Saints must have a scorpion tail tattooed on their faces. This is a symbol, an incentive, and an exclusive symbol that distinguishes them from other forces.

In Tang Yan's opinion, it was more like a stamp. Stamping it was equivalent to handing over his life to the black saint.

"Here are some sweet potatoes, some pieces of jerky, and clean drinking water."

Pheasant dropped a bag and left, hurrying off to join the rave party in the front hall.

Tang Yan broke off half a piece of sweet potato and walked to the bed in the corner to sit down. While chewing it, he looked at the scenery outside the window.

There was a peculiar smell in the room, the mattress was dirty, there were oil stains and blood stains, and the floor was littered with cigarette butts, cloth pieces and other sundries.

That's normal, and it's nice to have a place to sleep in the wasteland.

According to Zeng Hua, only the management of Gem City has a clean residence, a cabinet full of clothes, a desk with a computer, and a kitchen with a closet and condiments.

The guy who looked like a living dead ate a few pieces of jerky before lying on his bed and falling asleep.

Zeng Hua kept telling him about the Gem City, how the people in it lived, how the slaves ate pig food every day, how ruthless the overseers were, and so on.

Tang Yan listened for a while, said he needed to go to the toilet, stood up and walked outside.

Leaving the dormitory where the gangsters lived, he let the gangsters patrolling the yard, pretending to go to the back of the house for convenience, glued a piece of D-6 explosives specially designed for reapers to the back wall of the gangsters' dormitory, and walked towards the front when he was done.

Arrived at where the pickup truck was parked, planted a second D-6 charge, and left amid the curses of the tower guard.

Afterwards, he went to the place where the female slaves were held, gave way to a safe distance, threw the third piece of D-6 explosives into the bottom of the abandoned carriage, and chatted with the gangster sitting on the top of the carriage.

Calculating that the time was almost up, he passed by the warehouse dedicated to storing ammunition and walked towards the brightly lit hall——in the process, he threw the fourth piece of D-6 explosives into the trash can.

In the system space, the more powerful D-8 explosives are ready, and the reward value drops from 137 to 2.

He wants to play a big game.

Give the prophet a BIGBOMB, otherwise there is no way he can live up to his passionate speech.

(End of this chapter)