Chapter 1897 Rebellion
Yang Weite tasted the poison called pain and regret.
If he hadn't done so many things, everything would have ended peacefully, and he would have lived a happy, peaceful and satisfying life like an ordinary person.
But now although he continues to live, he lives in pain.
People in Shelter Villa are frightened by radio broadcasts every day.
"Burning monsters from the sky, they fall on the earth, burning the forest, grass, hyenas, corpses, rats, cockroaches, good, bad, beautiful, ugly..."
"They are not the same at all. Let go, everything will turn into scorched earth."
"The railroad, the Brotherhood of Steel, the academy, the volunteers, the monsters, and the mutants all united, but they were still defeated."
"Just. Yesterday, the old Buchan Farm was destroyed. This is a large farm with an annual output of 800 tons of grain, 5 tons of milk and meat. What a precious wasteland it feeds so many scavengers, bandits, and homeless people every year. ..."
"Its disappearance means that tens of thousands of people have lost their jobs, become wanderers in the wild, and finally died quietly."
Listening to the radio broadcast, both soldiers and farmers fell into despair.
The only one who can still remain calm is Mr. Skillful.
The familiar Mr. Skillful Hands, whose nagging used to be annoying, only Yang Weite had the patience to listen to.
And now, people gather around it every night and listen to its chatter.
"The Burning Legion is nothing special. The most they can do is burn us into a ball of fire. They are also living beings, they will be beaten to death, and they will also be afraid."
"Their leader, a guy named Malgandos, is trying to negotiate with the locals to let him rule the world. The price is that he will order the Burning Legion to give up burning the world."
"What is it doing?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"It wants to rebel. Do you think turning into scorched earth will do any good to the demons? Do they eat a ball of fire? Demons also like prosperity and chaos, vitality and vitality, not a desert With Void, it came to this world and became a warlord, so it wanted to betray its superiors," Mr. Skillful Hands chattered to himself.
"How did you know?" someone asked doubtfully.
Mr. Qiaoshou heard this and said with confusion: "I, I don't know, anyway, there are similar memory modules inexplicably."
"That's really magical. You will be Mr. Magical Hands from now on." Someone laughed.
Everyone started laughing.
In the depressing atmosphere, there is a rare breath of relaxation.
Yang Weite also smiled.
But while smiling, some people cried.
"When will these days end?"
"Yes, I still want to go to Diamond City again and have another bowl of noodles, but it's a pity that it has turned into ashes."
"I have three shops in Diamond City. I was originally a rent collector. Shelter Villa only has one piece of land. I only come here when I am on vacation."
Everyone was crying.
Yang Weite was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
This is all his fault.
Most of the people here were extremely friendly to him in the previous timeline.
After all, this is a settlement built by the protagonist, and it is based on kindness.
Everyone does not lack that, and the environment is still completely different from the 19th century.
No matter how abandoned the wasteland is, it still has nuclear fusion, power armor, greenhouse hydroculture technology, frozen clones, shelter technology...
Productivity is still much higher than in the 19th century.
The reason why there are homeless people and scavengers is mainly because of various mutated creatures, which leads to unstable order and people cannot live a stable life.
The emergence of the protagonist, the reconstruction of the volunteer army, responsiveness to requests, and timely support gradually solved this problem.
But now, it is even more unstable.
Margandos, Yang Weite pondered the name.
This guy wants to betray, so does he have a chance?
He decided to fight again to recover the losses he had caused. …………
Yang Weite found Lao Bingluo and expressed his thoughts.
“I have gathered four major forces, and they have created a super cold fusion cannon, called Titan’s Hammer. One shot can kill an intermediate demon.”
"Now as long as we make more cannons, we will definitely win!"
Old Popsicle said excitedly to Yang Weite.
Yang Weite shook his head.
He has seen the power of Azeroth, which is a bronze dragon with the power to control time, and it was not messed up by the Burning Legion.
Although they were defeated, they suffered heavy losses every time.
And that kind of repulsion always smells like fate, and it does not come from one's own strength.
"You have not mastered evil energy, so you will not be their opponent after all. They will corrode your hearts. All your techniques have no spiritual protection." Yang Weite said a fatal point .
"Evil energy? You seem to know them very well?" Old Popsicle asked doubtfully.
Of course, you used to know them very well, but you are from this world. As soon as the timeline jumped, you forgot.
And I am an independent person from this world, so no matter how the timeline changes, there is only one of me, sharing all the memories.
Yang Weite thought in his heart, and then said: "You know that I come from another world. In that world, there are records related to the Burning Legion."
"Okay, you should be ours Chief of Staff.”
Chief of Staff again.
Another reincarnation?
But in this reincarnation, I must break fate and overcome the tragedy of fate!
Yang Weite thought to himself and took on the new task.
Under his guidance, the Wasteland keenly grasped the irreconcilable contradiction between the Dark Titan, the big BOSS, and its legions.
The latter succumbed to the power of the Dark Titan Sargeras. The two sides are not of the same race and have no common interests.
In this case, as long as they see an opportunity to get rid of their boss, they will definitely seize it.
Slaves still know how to resist, let alone demons.
Betrayal is the order of the day.
The Lich King Ner'zhul was once determined to resist his demon master Kil'jaeden.
The Wasteland sent waves of spies to drive a wedge, and finally succeeded in getting Malgandos, the leader of the Burning Legion of the Wasteland, to secretly betray the Dark Titan.
He was allowed to live in the northwest corner of the wasteland, covered in ice and snow.
And the benefit he got was that he could slowly control the world.
Rather than turning it directly into scorched earth.
The latter is empty, what is its value?
Slowly corrupting the leaders of major forces one after another and watching their fate come to a tragic end is one of the devil's greatest enjoyments.
To put it bluntly, I just don’t like others.
How else can I be called a devil?
There was only a wrong name, not a wrong number.
Evil and demonic, he is a demon.
Whoever wants to envy them and want to be their lackey is a fool.
Because you will eventually lose your mind and become a puppet on strings.
You will have no freedom.
(End of this chapter)