Chapter 112 Loyalty!

This is Ron's first time coming to the lower nest area.

Even the original owner, Ron Grant, didn't have much memory of going down to the nest.

His activities are almost limited to the heavenly spire mansion.

I only have a rough impression of the nest.

Looking at the scene in the lower nest area, Ron couldn't help but be shocked.

The buildings in the Lower Nest area are made of layers of rapid concrete and metal, and countless residential areas and industrial blocks are connected to each other.

New communities are built on top of old communities, constantly stacking up and spreading thousands of meters into the air.

Looking up, there are only endless dense buildings, various weak artificial light sources, and a dark sky.

But Ron knew that the top was the Spire Mansion, the "paradise" of this planet, with sunshine and fresh air.

The lower nest area without sunlight is always dark, humid, and messy. The air is full of the smell of various chemicals, and even the water stains on the street smell slightly.

After all, the air and water here have gone through millions of cycles of filtration, so it's good to be able to survive.

Ron held on to the wall and forced himself to stand up.

The intense use of psychic energy over the past few days has pushed this body almost to its limit.

This not only affected his vision, but also caused visual and auditory hallucinations.

Ron was increasingly surprised by this peaceful neighborhood, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a good thing.

Originally, he thought that Xiachao had been reduced to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood due to the ravages of the heretical rebels.

Even all the inhabitants were corrupted and turned into horrific 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 was there no trace of any cult believers, but there was also no sound of gunfire.

Although the people coming and going were becoming thin due to hunger, there was not much fear in their eyes, and some even smiled.

In short, the whole neighborhood gives people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

It was strangely peaceful.

Could it be something more dire?

Ron shook his head and quickly put this idea behind him.

The atmosphere here was quite good and made him feel happy inexplicably.

He most likely came to an area controlled by the Lower Nest Defense Force.

And it's the core area.

That's why the order is so good.

Before sealing off the upper nest area, a large number of defense troops were stationed throughout the lower nest.

They each defend their own defense zone.

As for why the heretical traitors were able to break into the upper nest so smoothly.

There are many reasons.

It may be that the heretical rebels were corrupted and assembled too quickly, leaving the defense forces with no time to react.

Of course, it is also possible that the SADF was infiltrated by heretics and rebelled collectively.

This is one of the reasons why Wangting District resolutely closed the nest.

For Ron, whether the defense forces rebelled or not was not a crucial matter.

As long as the SADF is still there, the people they protect are still alive.

Didn't become a heretic or a chaos monster.

That's 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 the tattered robe.

He was ready to blend into the crowd and find out information.

Based on data from before the Heretic Rebellion.

The total area of ​​the entire Lower Nest is almost equal to one-tenth of the continent, with a population of nearly two billion.

As for how many people survive now, no one knows.

Under such circumstances, it is not so easy to obtain information about the forces in various regions of Xiachao.

Only the middle and upper-level officials and military officers of each force can know this information.

Therefore, the top priority is to understand who controls this place, and then find the right person to spy on the information.

For Ron, who has psychic powers, he controls the minds of mortals and makes them reveal information.

It couldn't be simpler.

Ron stepped into the neighborhood and had not even taken a few steps when he encountered a problem.

His psychic senses instinctively sensed danger.

"Damn it, it's the breath of the Chaos Heretic!"

Ron forced his eyes open and looked at a pipe above the block, where the message came from!

He quickly reminded people on the street:

"Disperse quickly, heretics are attacking!"

When the people heard that the heretics were coming, they immediately panicked, crowded and scattered in all directions, looking for a place to take shelter.

However it was already a bit 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 moment, axes were slashing and bullets were flying.

"Kill, kill, kill, let blood smear everything"

"The great blood sacrifice!"

Many people who could not escape were brutally killed and quartered.

People fled in all directions, and the scene was completely chaotic.

Ron tried his best to condense a spiritual ball, blew the head of the nearest heretic, took his gun and started to fight back.

He shot several shots in succession and killed several heretics.

When those heretics discovered that someone dared to fight back, they immediately suppressed them with powerful firepower.

Ron was overwhelmed.

He is currently in a state of residual health, so it is difficult for him to confront others head-on.

Fortunately, soldiers patrolling nearby rushed over.

They quickly engaged the heretics, relieving him of the pressure.

Dududududu——

Following the sound, another fat figure fell down from the pipe further away.

He got up with difficulty and yelled at everyone:

"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 is pierced with various leads 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 violent explosion of fire 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!