The Destruction Base opened its gates today for the crusaders to enter.
There were a lot of people on the square in the city, and the heads were all black. There were people of all skin colors. There were blond, brown-haired, white-skinned people from Europe and the United States, and black-haired, yellow-skinned, dark-skinned people from Asia and their own country. African buddies are not uncommon.
Today, the big guys are here for one purpose, to crusade the damned demon Mr. Mo Linqing.
This demon is deeply sinful, he has destroyed the world and human beings, he should be punished!
The most ideal is to kill him and hang his body on the gate outside the base of destruction, as an example!
The survivors discussed in a low voice, even if the survivors from different states and countries did not understand the language, they came together because of the same enemy and the same desire.
The most famous bases in the world today are the three bases of Blue, Liulan and Marco in the European Union, Hope in Asia, Huaxia, Jinya, and the Extreme Base in the African Union.
There are countless small and medium-sized bases all over the world, and now these representative large bases, as well as the top executives of small bases and survivors of various teams have come.
The snow-like Beicheng was surrounded by numerous people, and people always treated Mo Linqing with caution, even fear, and had to use an overwhelming number of people to strengthen their courage.
The "provocation conference" that destroyed the base, the "crusade conference" in the eyes of the survivors of the major bases, officially started around nine o'clock.
Before dawn, people were waiting at the city gate one after another. At half past eight, the city gate opened, and people poured in one after another.
When it was close to nine o'clock, the square was already crowded with people, and the survivors were sitting or standing around in small groups, whispering about what would happen later.
They came to the same conclusion, they must take down the big devil Mo Linqing today, no matter how much he pays.
Soon, the big clock in the square chimed three times on the hour.
People suddenly returned to their senses, their faces serious.
Time passed by minute by minute, and as they waited, the survivors went from being on guard at the beginning to showing impatience on their faces.
Someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted: "Why didn't Mo Linqing come out yet, didn't it say nine o'clock?"
"Why? You don't dare to come out, do you?"
The followers of the destruction base, a few doglegs have been waiting at the scene, and even doglegs have spread the red carpet all the way on the high platform steps in the middle. The red carpet was so grand as to meet the head of state.
The dog-legged roared: "What's the hurry? What's wrong with our commander being slower? Are you unconvinced?"
"Be quiet, or you won't be able to go out today!"
Mo Linqing is arrogant and arrogant, and the arrogant and domineering dog-legged people are in the same blood as him, and the words that he says are very bad.
These few words instantly ignited the anger of the survivors like a fire.
At this moment, people heard a milky voice.
A chubby little dumpling was wrapped in a "small cotton-padded coat" that looked different. It seemed like she had temporarily used a larger version of the clothes to make it smaller. Wrapped around her, she was as fat as a small dumpling. Short legs, I don't know when I climbed up from behind the high platform.
She complained in a milky voice: "Dad, why don't you hug me?"
The dumplings had a hard time crawling, although they were tightly wrapped, but because they wore too much, their short body was severely limited in mobility, and their little face was flushed.
Danzi didn't seem to realize that this solemn disagreement was about to break out, and she complained in her mouth.
And because loudspeakers were placed in the four corners of the high platform, the dango's voice was very loud, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.
"… "
The atmosphere was inexplicably quiet for a while, and people's eyes moved to the back of the high platform.
The red carpet laid out in front didn't work. Just as everyone was exploring where the child came from, a tall and handsome man in a black trench coat came up from behind the dumplings.
His footsteps were very slow, and the dumpling seized the opportunity, hugged his thigh, and couldn't go away.
The dumpling tried to climb up for a hug.
Everyone was shocked, "Mo Linqing!"
From the moment they saw Mo Linqing, everyone was surprised and frightened. However, when they saw the powder dumpling hanging on his leg, there was an inexplicable sense of conflict with Mo Linqing's image of the big devil. , and the weird contrast.
He was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.
Mo Linqing let the dumplings drag him. He was always at will, and he never went to the throne in the middle of the high platform prepared for him by the dog-legs.
Instead, he stood there, and when the dumpling was almost done, he picked her up and slipped her into his hands. ,
Only slowly stepped on it.
The dog-legs have a crazy worship of Mo Linqing, they think he is the king of the world, because he has the ability to destroy the world, this is simply too cool!
According to the dog-legged people's enthusiasm for Mo Linqing's loyalty, the throne on the high platform looked like that.
The whole body was red gold, carved with dragon patterns, and the large body and back of the chair. Mo Linqing sat slantingly on it, the group looked left and right, and sat next to Baba.
If there wasn't a chubby pink and jade-carved dumpling sitting next to the devil with cute eyes and innocent face.
This scene will definitely shock the survivors. The high-altitude demon sits on his throne and despises the world. He is not even afraid of their large number of people, and there are only three or five hundred people up and down the entire city. , how can it be worth the hundreds of thousands of people rushing in continuously
There were at least 70,000 or 80,000 survivors standing below, and the darkness was so overwhelming that even one spit could drown him.
However, he was aloof and careless.
Now, a little fat dumpling with short hands and short legs is sitting next to the Demon King. This scene makes people laugh inexplicably.
Some female survivors couldn't help staring at the cute and delicate little chubby dumpling, completely lost the mood of seeing death just now, and almost forgot the purpose of coming here today.
Tuan snorted, "Baba, why is Yinyin so loud?"
The female survivors had aunt smiles on their faces.
The male survivors twitched the corners of their mouths. Could this be the child that Mo Linqing brought back from nowhere
Someone couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't it eaten?"
Not only was it not eaten, but the demon Mo Linqing seemed to condone this milk baby.
Danzi can be brave, as long as Baba is there, she is not afraid, even in the face of so many uncles and aunts around.
Mo Linqing hooked the corners of his lips, and tugged at the fat cheeks on both sides of the dumplings. After he was addicted, he turned to look at the crowd.
"Today, I would have liked to release a virus that would spread through the air and kill people all over the world in less than ten days."
The crowd was in an uproar and looked terrified.
They absolutely believe that Mo Linqing has this ability, and can also be perverted to this point.
Mo Linqing paused for a while, then said with his lips hooked: "But just yesterday, I changed my mind."
"I need you to live."
The survivors were dumbfounded, how could Mo Linqing be so kind? He wants them alive? ?
how is this possible!
Yes, how can the devil be at peace
Mo Linqing asked, "Is it bad to live?"
Everyone shook their heads quickly, of course, they want to live! But - would you be so kind
Did the sun in Beicheng rise from the west today
Apparently not.
But Mo Linqing was not ready to answer their doubts, he asked, "Only useful people have the value of living, what do you think?"
It's the end of the world. Ordinary people are the bottom group. They have no power to hold chickens, and they can't even beat ordinary mutant pheasants. They live extremely hard.
For three years, the law of survival has become a recognized law of survival.
What Mo Linqing said was agreed by everyone present. It is difficult for garbage to survive, and only capable people deserve to live.
At the meeting of the major base alliances, extremists even proposed to slaughter ordinary people, because they would only waste food, and they do not deserve to live at a time when supplies are dwindling.
Although this proposal was rejected, it can be seen how hard it is for the incompetent to live.
Mo Linqing said: "Those who think they are useful stand on the right, and those who are useless stand on the left consciously."
If it was at the beginning, the survivors would never obey Mo Linqing, they came to crusade him, not to follow his command.
But now facing Mo Linqing's terrifying "Kneeling for Ten Days" virus, there are two people standing behind his throne, and those two people are holding several bottles of suspicious liquid, and everyone dare not bet on it.
After some deliberation, with the tacit approval of the leaders of the major bases, everyone consciously teamed up.
In about ten minutes, tens of thousands of people in the square had already lined up.
At a glance, the few households standing on the right are all power users, and their clothes and mental appearance are relatively better.
Those standing on the left were yellow-faced, skinny and ragged, with an air of despair and desolation on their faces. They dared not join the team of power users to make up for it. Even if they were not discovered by Mo Linqing, they would be expelled by the power users in the team on the right. They don't need incapable people to stand with them.
Mo Linqing frowned, looking dissatisfied.
Everyone's heart was tight, and they looked left and right, and they felt that they were right.
Mo Linqing looked at the "strong" in the team on the right, ordered a few people, and asked, "Which of you can make cakes? Can you farm? Can you make clothes? Can you make candy? Can you produce milk and yogurt?"
Mo Linqing frowned and thought, and listed several types in one breath.
The front row ability users who were named were stunned, what were they asking
It's the end of the world, what's the use of these skills? It is not a peaceful world, and it can be used to find a job.
Under the pressure of Mo Linqing's eyes, they shook their heads blankly, and said weakly, "Yes, but we know supernatural abilities, we can kill zombies and fight alien beasts."
Mo Linqing sneered disdainfully, "Trash."
Abilities: "..."
Mo Lin swept the power users on the right side of his eyes, decided to give them another chance, and asked, "Who will stand up with these skills."
After hesitating for a while, a dozen or so people in the 20,000-strong power user team stood up, their faces were full of daze, these skills that were almost forgotten...
Why was it suddenly mentioned
Mo Linqing looked to the left.
Ordinary people who have been oppressed by the end of the world for three years and have struggled to survive until now, have experienced almost all despair, no food, no superpowers, no one will shelter them unconditionally, they are despised wherever they go, and they can be bullied by superpowers at will. , slavery, has become their norm.
No one is fat, even if they are fat, after three years, they have become thin.
They were dazed and stood there numb.
The Demon King's eyes fell on them, and they instantly became nervous and a little wary. Today, is this demon going to cut them open
Is it a test drug
There are a few ordinary people who can't bear this pressure, kneeling on the ground with weak legs, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy, no matter how difficult it is, the desire to survive is human instinct.
Tuanzi's voice was very clear, she shouted: "Why are you crying? Don't cry, be good, Baba is a good person, he won't hit you."
The milky voice fell in their ears, miraculously alleviating the feeling of fear and despair.
A few people looked up, and the dumpling smiled at them, a pair of beautiful big eyes narrowed into half crescents, delicate and beautiful.
She shook her father's hand, "Baba, be good, don't bully others."
"It's not good Baba who do bad things, it's bad Baba."
Bad Baba
Mo Linqing's black eyes were almost invisible, and he felt that these three words were somewhat familiar
Ignoring the strange familiarity and inexplicable pleasure in his heart, Mo Linqing frowned impatiently and said, "You guys, stand up."
"If you know the skills I just mentioned, stand up, including the ones I didn't list, and stand up for everything."
He pointed to the dog leg beside him, "Go down and register."
Ordinary people are stunned, can they do without supernatural powers? Just need these ordinary job skills before the end of the world, and the ability to be useless after the end of the world
Although they were very at a loss, they still followed what Mo Linqing said, racking their brains to think about what they would know.
Among these ordinary people, there were people from all walks of life before the apocalypse, some in the clothing industry, some in the food industry, some in machinery... There are countless, almost covering all kinds of industries.
Before the apocalypse, they were ordinary people, relying on skills to work and live. After the apocalypse, they became waste, and they lived a life worse than a supernatural dog.
In the group of ordinary people on the left, most of them stood out, almost two-thirds, and the other one-third were those who were unskilled workers.
Mo Linqing nodded with satisfaction. To his surprise, so many people were enough for him to play as a cow and a horse.