Chapter 112 Loyalty!
This was Ron's first time in the Lower Nest.
Even the original owner Ron Grant didn't have much memory about the Lower Nest.
His range of activities was almost limited to the heavenly Spire Mansion.
He only had a rough impression of the Lower Nest.
Looking at the scene in the Lower Nest, Ron was shocked.
The buildings in the Lower Nest were made of layers of quick-concrete and metal, and countless residential areas and industrial blocks were connected to each other.
New communities were built on top of old communities, constantly stacking up and spreading to thousands of meters in the sky.
Looking up, there were only endless dense buildings, various weak artificial light sources and a dark sky.
But Ron knew that at the top was the Spire Mansion, the "paradise" of this planet, with sunshine and fresh air.
The Lower Nest without sunlight is always dim, damp, and messy. The air is full of various chemical smells, and even the water stains on the street emit a slight odor.
After all, the air and water here have been filtered through millions of cycles, so it's good enough for people to survive.
Ron held the wall and stood up.
The intensive use of psychic energy for several days has almost pushed this body to its limit.
This not only affected his vision, but also caused visual and auditory hallucinations.
This peaceful neighborhood made Ron more and more surprised, but also relieved.
This is a good thing.
Originally, he thought that the lower nest had become a sea of blood and corpses under the ravages of the heretic rebels.
Even all the residents were corrupted and turned into terrible chaos monsters.
But the result was much better than expected.
There is basic order here, and there are not many traces of war.
Not only can no traces of cult believers be seen, but no gunfire can be heard.
Although the people coming and going have become thin due to hunger, there is not much fear in their eyes, and some even smile.
In short, the feeling of the whole neighborhood is - peaceful and peaceful.
It's a bit strange.
Could it be a more terrible situation?
Ron shook his head and quickly put this idea behind him.
The atmosphere here is quite good, which makes him feel happy for some reason.
He is very likely to have come to an area controlled by the Lower Nest Defense Force.
And it is the core area.
That is why the order is so good.
Before the Upper Nest was closed, a large number of defense forces were stationed in various places in the Lower Nest.
They each defended their own defense area.
As for why the heretic traitors were able to attack the Upper Nest so smoothly.
There are many reasons.
It may be that the heretic rebels corrupted and gathered too quickly, so that the defense forces had no time to react.
Of course, it is also possible that the defense forces were infiltrated by heretics and collectively rebelled.
This is also one of the reasons why the Royal Court District resolutely closed the Upper Nest.
For Ron, whether the defense forces rebelled is not a crucial matter.
As long as the defense forces are still there, the people they protect are still alive.
They have not become heretics or chaos monsters.
That is good news.
Because what Ron needs most is population.
And defeating the rebels is much easier than dealing with those disgusting Chaos heretics.
Ron squinted his white eyes, controlled his breathing, and wrapped up his tattered robe.
He was going to blend into the crowd and get information.
According to the data before the heretic rebellion.
The total area of the entire Lower Nest is almost equal to one-tenth of a continent, with a population of nearly 2 billion.
As for how many people survived now, no one knew.
In this case, it is not so easy to obtain intelligence on the forces in various regions of the Lower Nest.
Only the middle and upper-level officials and officers of each force can know this information.
Therefore, the top priority is to understand who is in control here, and then find the right person to spy on the information.
For Ron, who has psychic power, it is a simple matter to control the minds of mortals and let them reveal information.
Ron stepped into the block and encountered problems before he took a few steps.
His psychic sense instinctively sensed the danger.
"Damn it, it's the breath of Chaos Heresy!"
Ron forced his eyes open and looked at a pipe above the block, which was coming from there!
He quickly reminded the people on the street:
"Scatter quickly, heretics are attacking!"
When the people heard that heretics were coming, they immediately panicked and crowded around to find a place to hide.
However, it was too late.
Dozens of heretics painted with blood-red marks and decorated with various bones fell from the pipe to the ground.
They quickly got up, screamed and used their weapons to attack the crowd.
For a while, axes swung and bullets flew.
"Kill, kill, kill, let blood cover everything"
"Great blood sacrifice!"
Many people who could not escape were brutally killed and dismembered.
The people fled everywhere, and the scene was completely in chaos.
Ron tried to condense a psychic ball, blew up the head of the nearest heretic, took his gun and started to fight back.
He fired several rounds in a row and killed several heretics.
The heretics found that someone dared to fight back, and immediately suppressed them with powerful firepower.
It was difficult for Ron to resist.
He was now in a state of residual blood, and it was not easy to fight head-on.
Fortunately, the soldiers patrolling nearby rushed over.
They quickly fought with the heretics and relieved his pressure.
Beep beep beep beep--
Following the sound, another fat figure fell down from the pipe further away.
He got up with difficulty and yelled at everyone:
"The wrath is coming!"
When Ron saw the appearance of the heretic clearly, Ron's scalp went numb.
The fat heretic was nearly two meters tall, covered in blood, with human bone ornaments embedded in his flesh.
What's even more frightening is that he has various leads pierced through his body, and a bomb device is buried in his fat belly.
At this moment, the red light of the bomb device in his stomach flashed, and the beeping became more rapid.
Gan!
If this thing were to rush over and explode, it would probably destroy half a block.
And his psychic clone will be scrapped on the spot.
After the fat warrior stood firm, he rushed toward the crowd with heavy steps. .
"For the Emperor!"
Those soldiers jumped out of their bunkers and rushed forward desperately, trying to stop the heretic with their flesh and blood.
However, before they could rush over, they were beaten to death by other heretics.
"never back down!"
"For the Emperor—"
More soldiers shouted and rushed forward.
They are determined and are the Emperor's most loyal warriors.
For this, they are willing to sacrifice everything.
Ron was shocked and deeply moved by this scene.
So loyal!
For these people, he must fight hard.
The fat heretic was already half way.
Ron held onto the wall to stand firm, resisting the severe pain that nearly exploded his head, and mobilized all his psychic powers.
He stretched out his palm and pointed it at the fat heretic.
The fat heretic who was sprinting suddenly stopped, covered his head and howled.
The psychic power from Ron rapidly expanded in his brain, reaching its limit.
"Death to heretics!"
Ron squeezed his palm hard.
Snapped!
The head of the fat heretic exploded like a watermelon, and blood spurted from his neck.
His body fell to the ground, right where the heretics were.
Toot toot.
The pagans who heard the rushing sound attacked the stasis.
They looked at the flashing red light of the bomb device inside the plump corpse and couldn't help but screamed:
"I'm confused"
boom--
The fire of the violent explosion engulfed the heretics.
…
"Wake up..."
Ron opened his eyes drowsily, with a splitting headache.
What happened? He just fainted?
In his sight, a gentle woman covered with a veil was looking at him nervously.
"Your Majesty the God Emperor, he is still alive!"
Seeing Ron wake up, the gentle woman shouted happily to the side.
Soon, a man who looked like an army officer came over.
He stared at Ron closely, his eyes sharp!
