Compared with the fear of the Douluo Continent locals, it can be said to be an explosion in the circle of travelers.
Although they did not gather together uniformly, they were all scattered in various small circles, either alone or in groups of three or three. The number would not exceed seven, or at most five.
When they traveled to this world and realized that there were many other people who traveled through the world, they were busy doing as the Romans did, busy improving their strength, busy finding resources for themselves, and busy planning their own power in the future.
That is to say, he wants to be the master of the world.
But I never expected that someone would actually start a revolution, and both the right and wrong ways would come out.
This makes them look like trash.
In fact, they had to admit that this was indeed the case.
Not to mention whether Douluo Continent has the industrial technology to create thermal weapons in this era, even if they were asked to follow the drawings, they would not be able to create thermal weapons. To be able to create thermal weapons in this era, either there is a system, or a military industry boss with an eighth-level fitter has also traveled through time.
And what about Qianyuan Blood-Burning Art? People who don't know it think it's the leader of a cult who has also traveled through time.
Of course, the starting point is good, and letting them come will not solve the world where blood determines everything.
It can be said that revolutions are taking place regardless of whether they are white or black.
And what are they doing?
Busy improving, do as the Romans do, and improve your strength in this world of jungle.
Busy planning everything for yourself.
Busy looking for beautiful and handsome men to play poker and join their harem.
The purpose is to become the only winner in the finale and rule the world.
Be a high-ranking ruler.
Spirit Hall Worship Team.
Oupai jumped in anger. "Damn it! Who the hell is trying to steal my business! He actually came up with a thermal weapon first! I originally planned to make a ignition gun and sell it in a while, and make a lot of money!"
Gui Mengguan was leaning on the sofa, playing with a glass of red wine in his hand, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "With your industrial level, it would be great if you can make a firecracker that explodes. But you still want to sell muskets? Thank God if you don't blow yourself up."
"You fart!" Oupai glared at him, "I graduated in mechanical engineering! Although I am not an eighth-level fitter, I can still make a simple pistol and rifle! If I were not busy practicing, I would have monopolized Douluo Continent's arms business!"
Gui Mengguan smiled, "Aren't you an archery coach? When did you graduate in mechanical engineering?"
Qian Gujue was sitting by the window, holding an ancient book in his hand, and said without raising his head, "It's not just thermal weapons. It spreads a technique called <Qianyuan Blood-Burning Art>. Ordinary people can obtain Soul Power by burning their lifespan. It is said that Soul Ring is several times more powerful than Soul Master of the same level."
"Blood Burning Art?" Oupai was stunned for a moment, then said, "Holy crap! Even the leader of the cult is here? This time traveler is too complicated! The revolutionaries are all out, but the others are here to travel?"
"Anyway, they have done things that many people would not do, and this deserves our recognition. We are afraid that some people do not want to see them succeed." Gui Mengguan said.
"Are you talking about some fellow villagers?" Qian Gujue looked at him.
"No..."
Suddenly I realized something, my eyes widened, and I was sweating.
Oupai also thought of that and swallowed.
"It's impossible."
"That's not certain. After all, that kind of thing has happened before."
In this way, what they will face in the future can be described as a "vigorous movement".
It's not like those mindless cool articles that end with a cliched story after beating a few brainless bosses.
"Probably not..."
Heaven Dou Empire, Element City.
Su Yang A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth as he listened to the pedestrians passing by outside talking about the rebellion on the southwest border.
"A bunch of idiots dare to try to stand up? They really don't know the heights of the world."
It has been five years since he traveled through time, and a "genius system" was connected. As long as he completes the system tasks, he can obtain Soul Power promotions and various Soul Skills. Now he is level 58 Soul King, and he is considered a top genius among the younger generation.
His original plan was to join Continental Young Soul Master Tournament two years later, become a blockbuster, be spotted by Bibi Dong, join Spirit Hall, then climb up step by step, and finally become Titled Douluo, or even become a god.
As for the life and death of those low-level civilians, it has nothing to do with him.
"What Black Fire Army Black Earth Cult, they are just a bunch of clowns." Su Ming sneered, "Spirit Hall just send a few Titled Douluo over and crush them all to death. Those revolutionary time-travelers are also mentally ill. They misplace good protagonists and insist on hanging out with mud-legged people. In the end, they will definitely end up with their bodies and heads missing."
Immediately, his eyes became sharp.
"However, this is a good opportunity."
Spirit Hall is definitely short of manpower now. If he can take the initiative to lead Spirit Hall's army to suppress the rebellion, kill a few Black Fire Army leaders, and seize some evil weapons and evil skills, he will definitely be appreciated by Bibi Dong.
By that time, let alone the champion of the continent-wide competition, even the position of the Spirit Hall's elder is not impossible.
He turned around and walked out of the ruined temple and walked in the direction of Spirit City. The sun shone on his body, but could not shine into his cold eyes.
In his view, the revolution sweeping the continent was just a stepping stone to the peak of power.
Far North Ice Plains, temporary camp.
The crackling of the bonfire melted a small piece of the surrounding ice and snow.
Chu Yao handed the roasted rabbit legs to Jiang Chen beside him, looked at the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, and sighed softly.
"I didn't expect that we could still hear messages from outside even though we were hiding so far away."
Jiang Chen took the rabbit leg, took a bite, and said calmly, "You can't escape it. Once this revolution starts, it will not end easily. Sooner or later it will spread to Far North."
It has been four years since the two of them traveled back in time. They are both Buddhist players. They neither want to fight for world domination nor embrace anyone's lap. They just want to practice quietly, find a suitable Soul Ring, and then find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live in seclusion.
In order to avoid the disputes on the mainland, they deliberately ran to the inaccessible Far North Ice Plains, where they prepared to hunt Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion and obtain Soul Ring.
Unexpectedly, I still heard about the drastic changes taking place on the mainland.
"Actually... I quite admire them." Chu Yao said softly, "Those time travelers, knowing how difficult this road is, still choose to stand up and speak out for the oppressed civilians. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have the courage."
Jiang Chen nodded, a complicated light flashed in his eyes. "Yes. In this world where Soul Master is supreme, those who dare to stand up and break the rules are real warriors."
He paused and continued, "However, their road is too difficult. Spirit Hall is too powerful, and there are two major empires and all the sect nobles standing on the opposite side. Moreover, those nobles are not fools, and they will probably find a way to trample them under their feet again."
"I know, I'm afraid there are enemies on their side." Chu Yao lowered his head and looked at the dancing bonfire, "Even if they failed in the end, at least they lit Core Flame. One day, those oppressed people will understand that they are not born slaves, and they are also qualified to live uprightly."
"I hope so." Jiang Chen sighed, "If such a day comes, we will do our part."
Chu Yao raised his head, looked at Jiang Chen, and smiled, "Okay."
Star Dou Forest edge,
A woman in a white dress is sitting by the window, holding a "Compendium of Materia Medica" in her hand, carefully studying the herbal medicine Douluo Continent.
When she heard the caravan passing by outside talking about the revolution on the southwest border, she raised her head, a complicated light flashing in her eyes.
"Sister, what are you thinking about?" A seven or eight-year-old girl came over with a bowl of water and asked curiously.
The woman took the water bowl, gently touched the little girl's head, and said in a gentle voice, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking, can this world really get better?"
The little girl tilted her head and looked puzzled. "Is it getting better? Is it bad now? My sister is with me, and there are a lot of delicious food."
The woman smiled and said nothing.
It has been five years since she traveled to this world. With a medical system, she saved many civilians who were bullied by nobles and Soul Master.
She has seen too much suffering, too many separations and separations.
She also wanted to change the world, but she was just a support system Soul Master, with no combat effectiveness, no money, and no power.
All she can do is try her best to save a few more people.
Now, some people are standing up, some are holding guns, and some are burning their lifespan to resist this cannibalistic world.
In her heart, she was both excited and worried.
What's exciting is that finally someone dares to stand up, and finally someone wants to give those low-level civilians a way to survive.
The worry is, can this revolution really succeed? Spirit Hall and the two empires will not sit idly by, nor will those ambitious time-travelers let go of this opportunity.
At that time, more people will bleed and more people will die.
"Sister, why are you crying?" The little girl stretched out her little hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
The woman quickly wiped away her tears, smiled and shook her head, "Sister didn't cry, she just had sand in her eyes."
She stood up, walked to the bed, and opened a wooden box filled with various medicines.
"Pack your things and let's go to the southwest border."
"Ah? What are you doing there? It's so dangerous there."
"It's because of the danger that we are needed more." The woman's eyes became extremely determined, "They are bleeding and fighting in front, and we can't do nothing. Even if we can't take up weapons to fight, we can still save lives and heal the wounded, and do our little bit."
The little girl nodded in understanding, and squeezed the woman's hand tightly. "Okay! Wherever my sister goes, I will go!"
The woman smiled, carried the wooden box on her back, held the little girl's hand, and walked out of the wooden house.
Their figures were very small, but with a glimmer of hope, they walked towards the southwest border.
Some people agree and others yearn for it, while others show their greedy fangs.
It has been three years since he traveled to this world, and he has connected to the "Hero System". As long as he gathers forces and controls the territory, he can obtain system rewards. Originally, he planned to join any force and slowly accumulate strength, but the rise of the Black Fire Army and Black Earth Cult completely disrupted his plan.
"God is really helping me." Inoue Yuan chuckled softly.
In his opinion, are those two idealistic fools worthy of being in charge of such a powerful force?
He had learned long ago that as long as class existed, oppression would not disappear and the flames of revolution would only burn brighter and brighter.
This revolution will win sooner or later.
And after victory, there must be someone to take over everything.
That person must be him.
"Thank you for helping me build this empire." Inoue Yuan raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, "When I sit in that position, I will leave a complete corpse for you."
Think about how to join their team, how to climb to a high position, and then integrate them together to slowly become your own.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect back mountain.
Li Pu chewed on his big elbow and cursed vaguely, "If I had been here at that time, I would have stuffed Bun Thunder into his mouth! After a long time of tossing together, those nobles came up with another method to exploit people, such as piece-rate system and installment payment. I am sure it is not some disgusting domestic capitalist who has traveled through time. These things can still be worn with us!"
Bai Ci sneered, "Otherwise, what do you think? Do you expect those nobles who have drank human blood for thousands of years to suddenly realize their conscience? If it weren't for the group in the country, they would have been beaten to death without even thinking that they could have replaced the exposed whips with invisible ropes and still tied up the civilians."
"The most terrifying thing is this." Lin Yue leaned on the pavilion pillar with serious eyes, "Ning Fengzhi are much smarter than those Yu Yuanzhen people, and they see more clearly. I'm afraid Sect Master Ning has already thought of the methods Qian Tong just said, and even thought them more thoroughly than him."
She paused, looked in the direction of the sect master's palace in the distance, and spoke a little softer, "It's not that they don't know the suffering of the common people, but their roots have long been rooted in the system of the nobility and sects. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's wealth, status, and inheritance, none of them are based on the existing order? If the revolution is to take place, these sects will be the first to be overthrown."
The elbow in Li Pu's hand paused, and the playful smile on his face faded, "Then... Ning Fengzhi won't really stand against those civilians in the end, right? I think Uncle Ning is a pretty good person, and Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone are not bad either."
"Whether it's good or not and which side you take are two different things."
Bai Ci's tone was calm but with a biting chill. "For them, the continuation of the sect is more important than anything else. If the resistance of the common people threatens the foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they will swing their swords without hesitation."
After all, when the original novel learned that Tang San was Tang Hao's child, Gu Rong's first reaction was to get rid of him.
The pavilion became quiet.
Xiao Chengu kept looking into the distance in silence. After a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice as cold as ice. "Which side they choose is their business."
"But if they choose to side with the oppressors, they choose to continue to let those civilians live like animals."
He raised his head, and there was no wave in his dark eyes, only unquestionable determination:
"Even if it is Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even if they are my mentors, I will not show mercy."
This has nothing to do with identity, this is a matter of stance and class struggle.
You said that Ning Fengzhi would go to the auction house to capture Catwoman, but that was just to promote his good reputation from time to time. If he really wanted to, with the foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he could completely solve the problem of slave trading, and even replace Heaven Dou Imperial Family!
PS: If you don't have any ideas, just open Soul Master Tournament as soon as possible. By then it will be easier and faster to write.