Chapter 240 The Mandala Empire has been destroyed

Lao Mao originally wanted to put another telegraph machine in it, but the current industrial capabilities are really poor.

A large group of them raised the city in the sky, but in the end they couldn't even build a telegraph machine!

Finally thinking about it, it actually didn't want to give up.

Sha Sanli knew that the gift was valuable, and there was a king insect on the side as a bodyguard, which was actually a kind of supervision, so he quickly put the box away carefully.

"Lord Cat, don't worry, I can do this in a minute. My distant relative is a great noble of the empire... Although we only have a trace of distant blood, it's still easy to say a few words. "

"Elder, is there any need to build relationships? We must have confidence!" the accompanying soldier shouted loudly.

Naturally, they were just escorting us for a while and would come back when the time comes.

"Oh, yes, yes, confidence, confidence!" Sha Sanli quickly raised his head and chest.

These guys feel as if they are taking medicine every day and are extremely confident.

Lu Da nodded slightly to the old cat. He had a poppy tree bud pinned to his body, which could be used for surveillance purposes.

"Then, let's go."

They lined up and sat on the back of the "Drainer" bug.

These bugs carried them towards the empire.

Although the Mandala Empire was large, there was only one capital that was teleported here, with a population of about one million.

The eighty-kilometer journey actually took less than three hours.

Insects like "Drawers" are large in size and ferocious in appearance, and are not suitable for entering the other party's national borders. They will leave far away after reaching their destination.

And nearly a thousand people pushed carts to the edge of the city wall.

It seems that there has been a tragic riot here. There are broken walls and ruins of buildings everywhere, and you can also see numerous bones abandoned on the roadside, and no one is picking up their bones.

Many fields were abandoned.

Even a great empire would have such chaos. Sha Sanli couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "There is obviously so much water, but there is still civil strife."

"When prosperity occurs, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."

Not long after, they found the patrolling army - such a large city, flying over from afar, would obviously trigger a reaction from the empire.

The teams from both sides had a friendly meeting, and then started a familiar conversation.

"Isn't this Mr. Lu?"

"Isn't this... Lao Sha? You have actually come to this world?" A man wearing a red armor came to the other side. He was tall, nearly two meters tall, and his face was trembling.

The fellow villagers burst into tears when they saw the fellow villagers.

"Do you know each other?" King Chonglu asked in confusion.

"Ha, I met an old acquaintance. We were in the gold mine together, supervising the hard workers in the mining." Sha Sanli said proudly, "We carried guns together, went whoring together... so we have a good relationship."

"Ahem, Master Lu, why does the imperial capital look so desolate and no longer prosperous as before?"

"It's a long story..." The big man lowered his head and muttered something.

The general content is that there was a coup and many people died.

In the chaos of order, a large number of thugs naturally appeared, committing all kinds of evil.

"The newly enthroned emperor..."

And Sha Sanli was also dumbfounded.

Your circle... is so chaotic.

He is still a good leader of the mainland, has excellent moral character, and does not call himself an emperor.

Even a pretty girl in the office doesn't dare to break the rules. That girl is not pregnant yet.

The people in the village are so relieved that they are not worried about their wives being snatched away!

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"Sneeze, sneeze!" Lu Yuan was frantically repairing the glyphs and rubbing his nose. Who is cursing me?

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The bright sun made the ground hot, and a few birds were chirping in the trees.

A dark cloud passed by, blocking the dazzling sunlight.

"Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"

A young man with a scar on his forehead was lying under a tree. He woke up from a coma and looked confusedly at the sky where it was about to rain.

He can't remember his name...

Big raindrops poured down from the sky.

The young man quickly hid under the big tree.

He found the package next to him, took some dry food, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The remaining food was only enough for the last three days, which made him feel at a loss and not knowing where to go.

There was also a roll of parchment in the package. Even if his memory was lost, he could still recognize the words on it.

[I must firmly believe that the Mandala Empire has been destroyed. 】

【who I am? Who knows who I am? All I know is that there are no more living people in the Mandala Empire! The empire has been destroyed by parasitic monsters. 】

[Everything I see now is fake. 】

[Escape, the further away the better! 】

[You who are reading the diary, if you don’t believe it, try to find a way to control a “living person”. 】

[Remember, you must control a single living person, and when you encounter a group, you must run! Don't talk to them! Don't talk to them! Be the first to dominate them! 】

"What did you write about?"

At a glance, they seemed to be nonsensical words, but they made his heart tremble, and a deep fear and doubt surged into his heart.

Remembered!

The young man was reminded of his power: Dominance! !

This is a lower version of the "control" ability.

"Driving" is a permanent ability.

Once used successfully, the opponent will surrender permanently, which consumes huge amounts of energy and often requires a large amount of souls.

Domination is short-term domination, a bit like "deception", and the dominated object will wake up soon.

However, the energy consumption is naturally less.

The young man looked at these lines of text and almost held his breath. He tried to recall something, but it seemed that there was a fog that covered the truth.

The cold sweat as big as soybeans soaked his clothes.

Then, a few more lines of scribbled words appeared below: [I am a sinner! My parents were killed by my own hands! My uncle was also killed by me! My daughter was killed by me! ]

[I am a sinner! ]

[I should go back and commit suicide in the ancestral temple, instead of running away here! ! ]

[I should go back quickly! What am I thinking? ! ]

There are a lot of scratches on the back, which cut the parchment, making it impossible to see what was recorded.

[Who am I...? ]

[They all have to die! I deserve to die too! ]

The young man became more and more terrified, looking at his muddy hands, wanting to know what had happened to him.

"Little brother, why are you alone? What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a very pleasant voice sounded from behind.

Looking back, it was a very beautiful woman, wearing a gauze dress, revealing her snow-white and smooth skin.

Her red lips seemed to be stained with blood, with a hint of rose temptation.

"I... I am..." The young man's face suddenly changed.