Chapter 652 Cleaning the battlefield
Marijoa, in Pangu City, once symbolized the world's supreme power and glory, but now it has turned into a dilapidated ruin.
The once high and mighty Celestial Dragons, who claimed to be the rulers of the world, are now curled up on the ground like drowned dogs, shivering, with despair and fear intertwined in their eyes.
The resistance fighters are busy, shuttling back and forth in this ancient city that symbolizes oppression and tyranny.
Those nobles who once ruled the country in this magnificent palace have long lost their glory and dignity.
Beneath that magnificent throne was once an untouchable symbol of power, but now, its owner was being escorted and tied up like a lowly beast.
Jin An stood in the center of Pangu City with a cold look in his eyes, and his posture was like a motionless sculpture.
The battle was over, but for him, this victory did not mean the end of everything.
The rebel flags flew high, covering the palace of the once noble Celestial Dragon family. The air was filled with smoke and blood, but all this did not make Jin An feel at ease.
He turned slowly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, sweeping over the celestial dragons standing nearby.
Those nobles were originally high and mighty, and regarded everyone as lowly as ants.
At this moment, there was only fear and despair in their eyes.
They fell to their knees, held their heads in their hands, and cried for mercy.
Some people were so scared that they couldn't help rolling on the ground, whimpering softly, and had almost lost all their self-esteem.
One of the Tianlong people, with tears on his face, tried to stand up with trembling legs, and kept begging in a low voice:
"please!
Please spare my life!
We were your allies!
We are the rulers of the world!
Let us go, we will give you everything you want..."
His words were full of despair and powerlessness, but the rebel soldiers didn't care.
They may have once been "lowly people" in the eyes of these celestial dragons, but now, on the contrary, they have become the masters of this city.
Jin An's eyes swept over them, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if with a hint of disdain.
He approached the pleading celestial dragon and stood in front of him.
The celestial dragon looked at those eyes as deep as black holes, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable fear in his heart, and even his throat became a little dry, making it difficult for him to make a sound.
"You so-called 'world rulers' have long forgotten what fairness and justice are."
Jin An said coldly, his voice low and powerful,
"You have built your kingdom with blood and death. Now, it is your turn to taste the taste of failure."
A trace of fear and anger flashed in the Tianlong man's eyes, but soon his eyes became confused, and he seemed to have no strength to defend himself anymore.
He lowered his head and allowed a rebel soldier to pin him to the ground and tie his hands behind his back.
"Your myth will eventually become ruins."
Jin An smiled gently, then turned and left.
He did not intend to put an end to these Celestial Dragons personally, because the retribution for all this had already been borne by these rebel soldiers.
On the battlefield, soldiers in rebel uniforms were busy, some were cleaning up the bodies after the war, while others were searching the surroundings to make sure there were no hidden enemies.
Although the battle was over, the rebels did not let down their guard. They knew that every brick and tile in this Pangu city had witnessed countless oppression and bullying.
And today, this city finally met its due fate - collapse.
A tall rebel general walked up to Jin An with a serious look on his face:
"Lord Jin'an, we have found all the Tianlong people, and all the hidden nobles have been eliminated one by one."
Jin An nodded, expressionless. He didn't like the coldness and ruthlessness shown, but this was their war.
They won the rebellion, and the world will be changed.
On the other side, several resistance soldiers pushed a group of Celestial Dragons into the empty square.
The faces of the celestial dragons were once so noble, but now they have become imprisoned captives.
Every face that once shone with a superior light in its eyes now looked extremely pale and embarrassed.
These celestial dragons once moved freely in their palaces, directing the rise and fall of countless lives and deaths and wealth, as if they were gods controlling fate.
Yet today, they are tied up with their own hands, kneeling on this land, facing the people they once trampled upon.
The Celestial Dragon who had previously knelt on the ground and begged, had almost lost all his dignity under the forced escort of the resistance soldiers. He kept sobbing.
"We were once chosen by destiny, why did we end up like this..."
Jinan didn't look back, but walked towards the distance with steady steps.
He knew that even though the battle for the city was over, his and the rebels' goals were far from over.
The curtain falls on Marijoa, and a new chapter is about to begin.
He no longer paid attention to the desperate pleas, nor did he care about the cries of the once-mighty city lying in ruins.
The victory of the rebels, although it means the end, also symbolizes the beginning of a new world.
Although the resistance has taken control of Marijoa, the air is still filled with tension.
Although the battle of Pangu City has come to an end, the soldiers have not let down their guard.
On the contrary, as victory arrived, they increasingly felt a surge of uneasiness - those high-ranking officials of the World Government who had escaped during the chaos would never be content with this.
Jin An stood beside a ruin, staring into the distance.
The wind blew his robe, raising a slight cloud of dust, but his eyes remained firm.
The rebel soldiers behind him also had solemn expressions, tightly gripping their weapons, as if a new battle would break out at any moment.
“These people won’t accept this.”
Jin An said calmly, his voice low and powerful.
Although everything on the battlefield seemed to have been cleaned up, he knew in his heart that the top leaders of the world governments, both large and small, had taken advantage of the chaos to quietly evacuate from the depths of Marijoa.
Their counterattack may be brewing.
A rebel general walked up to Jin An and whispered:
“Yes, a large number of high-level combat forces have left.
Even if Marijoa is temporarily quiet, they will not give up. "
Jin An didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.
There was a gloomy flash in his eyes, and his gaze became sharper.
As the leader of the resistance, he not only has to face the victory at hand, but also has to prepare for possible battles in the future.
These elites of the world government are all masters who have undergone rigorous training. Those who escaped must be carrying countless resources and information.
Their desire for revenge has been deeply aroused. If the rebels are careless, they may face even more brutal retaliation.
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