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Han Mo blended into the crowd unnoticed. After conquering the defended city, the Snake People did not launch a blitzkrieg as Han Mo had expected, but instead chose to defend.

Han Mo also began to reflect on himself. Although he regarded the Correctors as enemies, he did not deny Correctors power. Therefore, Han Mo initially underestimated the Snake People.

He thought that no matter how powerful the Snake People were, they were just another race similar to Zombie, a stepping stone for them to challenge the Correctors. However, reality slapped him in the face, and he finally witnessed the power of the organization. Unlike the disorganized humans, the Snake People's army was a well-organized unit, while the humans were at most a loose alliance.

"If things continue like this, and the Correctors don't become stronger, humanity might really lose." This thought flashed through Han Mo's mind, but his expression remained unchanged. This was the inevitable trend; he was just one person.

Han Mo was self-aware. He had been a poor man who had to work to survive. He had almost no management skills. He could take care of himself, but to ask him to guide the general trend was beyond his capabilities. He simply did not have the power or opportunity to do so.

All he had to do was seize the opportunity presented by the world's turmoil, acquire more resources, and become stronger. In this era where extraordinary power was on display, ultimately, power was everything.

Suddenly, a commotion arose ahead. Han Mo glanced over and saw a group of people approaching, led by an old man with white hair. This puzzled Han Mo; with the Snake People rampaging ahead, were they going to their deaths?

Then, the white-haired man, taking advantage of his numbers, blocked Han Mo and his group of refugees. Several people skillfully built a platform, and the white-haired old man climbed onto it. Han Mo looked over and noticed that many of the people in that group were looking at the white-haired old man with fanaticism.

"You people, tell me, what are you running for?" the white-haired old man asked, pointing randomly at one of them. Before the man could even open his mouth, he interrupted him, continuing, "We know what you're running for: fleeing the battlefield, fleeing all of this, to continue living a pathetic life."

"But what's the point? It's utterly meaningless!" the white-haired old man exclaimed vehemently. "This world is ruined! Human civilization was destroyed in that storm more than a decade ago; we are nothing but remnants of the past!"

"When the Evolvers, also known as Secondary Infected, first appeared, seeing their brutal behavior, I condemned them for losing their humanity; they were no longer human, or even civilized beings."

"When the Correctors appeared, I thought humanity was saved, and that society and civilization would once again have hope of revival. I thought they could overthrow the barbaric rule of the Evolvers and restore the world to normal."

"Those Correctors did indeed overthrow the Evolvers, but civilization didn't get any closer to us; in fact, it got further away."

"After years of agonizing thought, I've finally come to understand: human civilization is dead. We are nothing more than the remnants of its unextinguished flame," the white-haired old man cried out. "The Evolvers are ashes, the Correctors are residual warmth, and those so-called Daoists are much the same."

"Look, this crushing defeat has proven everything. Everyone has become selfish and lonely because of the influence of the environment. Human civilization has contracted a terminal illness, there is no cure, it is dead, and the flame of human civilization can no longer burn."

"And now I see a campfire still burning, a powerful flame of civilization. Yes, that's right, I'm talking about the Snake People." The white-haired old man said firmly, "You may call me a traitor, a lackey, or something like that, but I still have to say it."

"Humanity is truly finished. Perhaps humans still possess great power, but that is definitely not the power of civilization. On the contrary, the Snake People are different; they have preserved a complete civilization and have a unified social order."

"And according to the information I've received, the Snake People possess the technology to transform humans into Snake People," the white-haired old man said earnestly. "Therefore, I sincerely implore everyone to abandon your prejudices and join the Snake People so that they can conquer the world as soon as possible and once again be bathed in the light of order!"

The unrest began to spread. Han Mo hid in the crowd, pondering the white-haired old man's words. If one were to abandon the human perspective and consider the issue from this angle, one would find that what the white-haired old man said wasn't actually that wrong. Human society and civilization had been Destruction, while the Snake People were much more orderly. If the Snake People were to unify the world, it would indeed restore order to the world.

That order was not human order, but Snake People's order; that civilization was no longer human civilization, but Snake People's civilization. Humanity would die completely, both physically and spiritually, although it was already nearly dead by now.

The white-haired old man continued his speech. Han Mo circulated his spiritual power, and a flame seemed to appear in his eyes. This was a technique taught in a push notification, which could be considered an enhanced version of the Spirit Eye Technique. It could be used to observe the abnormal state of other creatures, such as whether they were parasitized by Zombie Bloodworm, or whether they had hidden transformation techniques. It could even be used to visually assess a person's mental qualities to determine whether they had been bewitched or controlled by magic.

Then Han Mo saw that the white-haired old man was a pure human being. His spirit and will were not interfered with by any external force. Even if Han Mo wanted to interfere now, it would be impossible. The other party's spirit was exceptionally tenacious and pure, even shining with a holy white light. This was not an innate power, but the result of a combination of knowledge and beliefs. In the past, he could even be called a sage.

The white-haired old man genuinely cared about society. He believed the best outcome would be a complete surrender of humanity, avoiding casualties, completing the handover of civilization, rebuilding the Light of Civilization, and reducing the chaos and sorrow in the world.

However, the people around the white-haired old man had other ideas. For example, some of his apprentices believed that the more people they brought to join them, the more merit they would gain, and the higher their status would be after they transformed into Snake People.

The other person was actually Snake People in disguise. It's likely that the old man learned about Snake People from this Snake People, but even now, this Snake People is looking at the old man with reverence.

"Ignoring stances and other issues, this old man is indeed a saintly figure, but humanity doesn't need such saints, and he is not a saint of humanity!" Han Mo's eyes narrowed, and an unprecedented killing intent arose within him.

Han Mo acknowledged the man's greatness, but the greater the man, the more likely he was to die, because he was now a Daoist, like Correctors, and the Snake People would not accept the surrender of any Correctors or Daoist.

Of course, the Correctors would never surrender, because they are currently the beneficiaries, and the Daoists are the beneficiaries below the Correctors. If they surrender, they will suffer even greater losses.

So, while the white-haired old man was still giving speeches, hoping to make more people understand his ideas, attacks were launched against him.