Chapter 1188 Contempt
More and more people joined in, smashing open warehouses that were normally off-limits and looting the food and supplies they were entitled to; they besieged any soldiers or small outposts that dared to stop them; they used everything they could find to vent their pent-up anger and pain.
"Thousand Crane's Nest!" (Go to Thousand Crane's Nest!)
"Kill the Revival Club!" (Kill the Revival Club!)
Slogans, roars, gunshots, explosions, screams... all intertwined with the piercing air raid sirens, composing a bloody, chaotic, yet primal symphony of doomsday life!
The entire Kyoto community was completely engulfed in a chaotic and violent vortex.
The order meticulously constructed by the ruling class, faced with the people's instinct for survival and pent-up anger, melted and collapsed rapidly like ice and snow under the sun.
On the road to the "Nest of a Thousand Cranes," flames of revenge burn and the blood of rebels flows. A brutal purge aimed directly at the core of power is unfolding in the bloodiest way in the final moments before the nuclear explosion.
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"Underground Shelter of the Divine Kingdom", Core Conference Room
In stark contrast to the bloody, chaotic, and infernal scene on the ground filled with roars and explosions, this place was deathly silent, with only the low hum of sophisticated instruments and the chilling real-time images transmitted from different angles on the screens.
The air circulation system maintains a constant temperature and humidity, filtering out all the smoke and blood from the outside world, leaving only cold air with the smell of metal and disinfectant.
The core members of the Kyoto Restoration Association—representatives of samurai families, heads of zaibatsu, imperial princes, and a few top-ranking bureaucrats—are gathered here at this moment.
They had already changed into comfortable, high-quality casual or training clothes, shedding their usual finery and disguises, but the pallor on their faces, a result of long-term pampered living, and the emotions they could not hide at this moment were clearly exposed.
The huge circular screen was divided into dozens of small windows, clearly showing the riots taking place on the ground:
The mob surged like a black tide, crashing against the crumbling defenses; the once docile workers now brandished crude weapons with ferocious expressions; their loyal soldiers resisted desperately, only to be swallowed up; familiar streets became battlefields of carnage; and flames raged around the "Nest of a Thousand Cranes," the symbol of their core power…
These high-ranking figures reacted in various ways as they witnessed these scenes.
A short, stout tycoon known for his control over food rations, his face, piled high with fat, was now deathly pale, and cold sweat soaked through his expensive silk undergarments.
He pointed at the rioters on the screen, who were storming into the warehouse and looting food, his voice shrill and filled with fear:
"See you! It's all! I've worked hard and saved all the supplies! The lawless man! The robber!"
(Look! Those beasts! The supplies we painstakingly accumulated! Lawless! Robbers!)
"こ、こんな多いNUらが...もしここに気出せてきたら...?" (This, so many people... if they rush here...?)
His fears were not unfounded; the number of the mob far exceeded their expectations, and their pure, chaotic destructive power sent shivers down his spine.
"Panic!" (Why panic!)
The elderly man, Shigenobu Sato, dressed in an old-fashioned general's uniform, slammed his hand on the control panel, making a dull thud.
His eyes were sinister as he stared intently at the "rebels" on the screen, his facial muscles contorted with extreme rage.
"ふん, 日色のganやかしが过ぎた! あのような Dalit common は, 初めからもっと厳しく突上げ, Terror で Dominate すべきだった!"
(Hmph, it's all because we've been too lenient with them! Those lowly people should have been suppressed with harsher measures from the beginning, and ruled by fear!)
"Rebellion を rises こすなら, clan Lang and others, eradicate やしにする覚 Wu で林むべきだ! 情けなどかけていたから, こうなる!"
(Since they dared to rebel, they should have been prepared to exterminate them along with their entire clan! It was because we still had some pity for them before that things turned out this way!)
His words were filled with violence and regret, as if the problem wasn't their oppression, but rather that it hadn't been harsh enough.
The prince, who represented the royal family and had remained silent until now, slowly spoke, his voice carrying an almost numb indifference and a haughty disdain:
"The ax of the mantis." (The arm of the mantis is just a chariot.)
He shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the tiny figures struggling desperately on the screen, as if he were looking at a group of struggling ants.
"この『神国の巣』は、榦前の的精品国产された. あんな rough-end な weapon では、hurt one つつけられぬ."
(This 'nest of the gods' was built using the most advanced pre-war technology. With those rudimentary weapons, not even a scratch could be left.)
"Lianzhong がいくら騒ごうと, nuclear flame がすべてをpurification する. I am 々はここでquiet かに时をwaiting てばよい."
(No matter how much they cause trouble, the nuclear flames will purify everything. We just need to wait here quietly.)
"After the birth... the one who is born is disabled, the one who is born is the one who is disabled, the one who is rebellious is the compensation for the rebellion, the thought is the knowledge, and the person is born."
(Afterwards... let the survivors truly experience the price of rebellion.)
His words fully represent the mindset of a considerable number of people present.
They had complete confidence in the shelter's sturdiness, and even harbored a distorted "expectation" of the impending nuclear explosion—
They hoped it would sweep away these troubling "rebellions" and allow them to rebuild "order" on a "clean" wasteland.
As for those mobs wanting revenge?
Sato Shigenobu sneered, pointing at the heavy, despair-inducing alloy door leading to the underground shelter on the surveillance screen, his tone full of disdain:
"Revenge? With those firewood sticks they have? They think they can break down this door? They're dreaming!"
"What they should be thinking about now is not how to storm in and settle scores with us, but how to make their deaths look as dignified as possible in the next few minutes in front of that nuclear bomb that is destined to fall!"
