Chapter 270 For... A Better Life

"How is it? Did you get the answer?"

No. 0's voice came again, and the grenadiers realized that they had returned from the sacred throne to the cart.

". I never thought it would be like this."

The grenadier who was arguing with No. 0 covered his face. He didn't know how to face No. 0 and the special feeling in his heart.

"So will you still choose death to atone for your sins?"

"No. I have a new goal. I want to survive. That is an ideal worth fighting for."

"Very good."

No. 0 nodded, and he knew that the double-headed eagle statue must be useful.

Grenadier 19 held a small golden flower in his hand, which was so out of place in the black coat and the dim room.

"The Emperor gave me a flower."

The grenadiers turned around and looked at the golden flower in Grenadier 19's hand. They just looked at it quietly without saying anything more.

"This flower must be useful, just like the double-headed eagle statue I'm hanging. You must protect it well."

"Yes, I will."

Grenadier 19 put the golden flower into the lining of her coat, where her heart was. Unless she died, she would never let such a treasure be lost.

No. 0 turned his head and looked around. He realized that the black-robed men were back again. He quickly asked them to lie down and tied them to himself with iron chains again.

Just when No. 0 had just finished all this and was lying on the cart, he saw the closed door open again.

The group of black-robed men walked in and pushed the cart away. Looking at the Kriegs who gave up struggling, the black-robed men also laughed sinisterly.

"Hehehe, that's right, less struggle, less resistance, everyone can finish the work earlier, send you to the car, we still have other things to do."

"Is it an initiation ceremony?" No. 0 asked.

"Shut up!" The black-robed man slapped No. 0 in dissatisfaction. He felt a little pain in his hand after the slap.

He thought that he must have slapped too hard.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking! Got it!"

"No. 0 didn't say anything, just looked at him silently.

This made the black-robed man even more angry. He wanted to crush No. 0 into pieces.

A big hand suddenly swelled out from under the robe and grabbed No. 0 who was tied up by the chain, "You didn't reply to me? Why don't you reply to me!"

"Didn't you say no."

"Shut up!"

No. 0 rolled his eyes. It seemed that the mental state of the guy who grabbed him was really too abnormal.

The black-robed man was trembling. He said irrelevant words, which sounded like memories of the past.

"How can you bully me like this? How can you do this! I didn't do anything wrong! You want to humiliate me like this! And bully my mother!"

The hand squeezed even tighter, and the chains on No. 0 began to creak from being squeezed. No. 0 also pretended to be in pain, but he always paid attention to the face of the man in black robe.

The facial features of the face with the eight-pointed star were blurred, as if they were stuck together. The eyes were deeply sunken, dark like two caves.

His mouth was covered by a layer of skin, which was now moving as he spoke, and it looked like the flesh was wrapping his mouth inside.

"Enough! Enough! The lord doesn't want to die!"

Another man in black robe rushed over and cut off his huge arm with a knife. The man in black robe didn't feel any pain or annoyance. He still stood there and told the story of being bullied in the past.

"You bullied me when the law enforcers came. You still bullied me when the law enforcers left. Didn't the law enforcers come here for nothing?"

"Okay, if you still have any grievances, go back and vent them later. We will give you a breath of the foreman and the law enforcer. If you continue like this, you will be caught by the adults and thrown into the factory."

"Oh." The man in black robe stopped talking. He lowered his head and walked a few steps to pick up the broken arm on the ground and put it back on himself.

As the cart was pushed farther and farther, No. 0 heard the noisy sound of the crowd, not the sound of talking, but the rustling sound of feet dragging on the ground.

Many people were tied up with their hands and followed the team slowly. At the end of them was a huge cargo truck. This cabin used to load minerals was equipped with many partitions, so that people could pile up layer by layer without letting them crush the people below.

Some armed men with arms and heavy logging guns completely assimilated were guarding on both sides of the crowd. There was a pile of corpses in front of them. It seemed that they were all killed for trying to escape.

Some people were hung on pillars, with nails all over their bodies, but they were still alive, groaning on both sides of the road.

The crowd looked at these poor people who were still wailing numbly, then lowered their heads reluctantly, and then walked towards the loading truck.

A voice came from the loudspeaker, shouting at the crowd to move forward quickly, sounding particularly impatient and irritable.

"Go quickly! Go quickly! Anyone who is a step slower will be treated as an imperial scum!"

Grenadier 19 clenched her fists as she watched these traitors show off their power, and then she felt her hand being pulled by No. 0. She turned her head to look at No. 0's eyepiece, and No. 0 just shook his head and told her not to be impulsive.

Seeing the black-robed men escorting them running over in small steps, they spoke to a superior who was wearing a black robe, but on the black robe was smeared an eight-pointed star with blasphemous light in blood.

Those black-robed men who were showing off in front of the laborers bowed and nodded under this superior, and pointed at the tied grenadiers from time to time.

"Very good." The guy in the black robe with the eight-pointed star came over. Under the shadow of the robe, nothing could be seen at all. This unnatural darkness violated common sense.

"The Krieg people. The Lord wants these guys very much. You have done a good job."

"Thank you, Lord. We will continue to work hard for the great cause."

"Yes. You will work hard for the great cause."

The black-robed man felt that the bulge on his back began to jump again. If he could, he really didn't want to meet this weird guy in front of him.

The eight-pointed star with blasphemous light seemed to be able to speak. As long as the black-robed man glanced over, he would hear a noisy voice in his mind.

But he never heard what was said clearly. The people above said it was good news, but he didn't know it clearly.

"Hold a ceremony for the meritorious people."

A dagger stretched out from the shadow of the black robe, and the black robe man quickly took it and said yes.

The Kriegs on the cart were escorted away separately. They were put into the iron cage behind the giant and carried on his back. Those giants were huge, wearing black metal masks, and one arm was completely mixed with a lifting clamp.

The other arm was a nail gun that could shoot heavy nails. These weapons may lack threats to heavy armor, but they are simply killing machines for suppressing laborers with few weapons.

Those heavy nails can penetrate the bodies of dozens of people at once, and can also nail the unlucky ones among them to the wall.

The black robe man has seen these giants suppressing. At that time, the laborers rioted because of the extension of working hours and the continuous reduction of food rations. They killed many black robes with pickaxes in their hands in order to have a bite of food.

Then what?

Then they were all pierced by these giants, and finally they crushed the heads of all the rebels with lifting pliers, and engraved their terror into the hearts of every worker.

From then on, there was no large-scale resistance, and the black-robed man also cultivated spies in the crowd to facilitate them to keep an eye on these dissatisfied people.

After all, there will always be some hungry people who choose to sell their souls. Painful self-blame is a matter for the future, but the burning stomach is the problem now.

No one wants to be hungry again, not even the black-robed man. The last time food was scarce, he was so hungry that he could even eat a few bites of the corpses that fell on the road.

It will be a bit nauseating for the first time, but you will get used to it.

The black-robed man shook his head, watching the Kriegs being sent away, looking at the dagger in his hand, and found that the situation today was a little different.

"My lord? Why are so many "products" being sent for processing today?"

The eight-pointed star black-robed man might be in a good mood because he caught the Kriegs that the lord wanted alive, and the hoarse and unpleasant sound like rust scraping against each other became a little lighter.

"Finally the factory will be completed. These are the last batch of materials, and then we can live a good life."

"Really? That's great."

The man in black robe smiled, but reluctantly. He smiled because a good life was about to be realized, and reluctantly because he thought of the hellish scene again when he mentioned the factory.

"How much material is there here?"

"A lot. A lot."

The man in black robe could not get a clear number. He could only choose to judge how many people there were by the crowds pouring in from various roads.

A few loading trucks left, and new loading trucks filled the vacant space.

The man in black robe looked more and more wrong. In the past, most of the crowds were adult women, but in the current team, it was difficult to see who had the most people.

Men and women, old and young, he could even see some thin children joining the team, which was not seen before.

The man in black robe suddenly felt cold all over. He seemed to understand that this last collection was not as simple as he thought. This time, the collection seemed to squeeze all the workers dry.

He gasped in fear, he seemed to hear the voice of ridicule, and the hell factory that gave him nightmares once again appeared in front of him.

He felt the pain of being clenched by a hand on his shoulder, and he looked at the shadowy face of the black-robed man with the eight-pointed star staring at him.

He felt panic and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "For the good." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he felt the hand on his shoulder tightening, and he quickly changed his words.

"For the great cause."

"No, for the dark gods."

He was about to say his first word.