Chapter 372 Nine-Story Pagoda

The search is ultimately in vain.

The members of the mixed-race organization seemed to disappear from the world, and the hunters could not find them.

This only increased their suspicion that the end was coming.

Soon, similar public opinions began to brew on the hunter website, demanding the truth and denouncing the organization.

At the same time, more and more hybrids are studying how to build their own safe houses, store food, and generate electricity modules.

Each major hybrid organization has dedicated personnel responsible for monitoring hunter websites.

When public opinion began to ferment, they immediately activated the emergency plan and reported it to the superiors.

Leaders who usually wait ten days and a half to get back after submitting a funding application today felt like they had drank more than 20 bottles of Red Bull. In less than three minutes after they submitted the report, they didn't even finish a cup of coffee. The approval came down.

The response of all mixed race organizations was very uniform.

In other words, try to minimize the impact as much as possible.

This is worrying the frontline staff.

Please, where do you think this is, the hunter website? Norma and Kaguya can't take it down together. Let me control the heat. I suggest you take three sleeping pills with warm water. My dear, there is nothing in the dream. have.

After all, you have to do something, and there is no other way. Who said they are just hard-working wage earners?

As for the final result, all I can say is that it depends on fate.

In fact, the major hybrid organizations also understand this truth. After all, they all know what kind of existence the Hunter Website is. Now that the popularity has risen, unless they get the full support of the Hunter Website official, don't think about settling the matter.

Well, the news of the impending doomsday has spread. Anyway, there are only a few years left. It seems that there are many opinions within them, some radical advocates making it public, while others conservatively believe that it is not the right time yet. .

Conservatives have always had the upper hand before, and those in power are naturally averse to words like change. Probably in their eyes, nothing is more important than stability.

Fortunately, the live broadcast of Tantric Buddhism has inadvertently promoted the radicals' ideas and helped them make a decision.

At present, it seems that it is impossible to absolutely ban doomsday information as before. The next best thing is to try to block the information in the mixed race circle to avoid spreading to the ordinary world. This is not difficult to do, as long as They abide by the Abrahamic blood covenant, which is the invisible gap between hybrids and ordinary people.

However, the same live broadcast can have completely different information in the eyes of different people.

The hunters were simply shocked that the end was approaching.

But those who have known the doomsday information for a long time and have been preparing for it for many years feel even heavier.

"You guessed it, old man."

The vice-principal swayed the brandy and went to see Angers drunk.

This is the night watchman's den in the bell tower. It is basically the same style as the office of the Ministry of Information. Considering the congenial personalities of Fingel and the vice-chancellor, it is no wonder that some people suspect that Fingel's mentor is not Gudry at all. An, it’s the vice principal who is the right one.

In this messy garbage pile, Angers is an outlier. He is so exquisite, so delicate that the direction of each hair is meticulous.

The only light source in the dark night watchman's den was the old-fashioned TV in the room. The vice-principal used it to play western movies like Cowboy Revolver and Hot Girl to while away the countless days and nights spent nestled on the sofa.

If this were a superpower in the last century, it would be awarded a bronze medal.

And now this TV set with outstanding achievements is connected to the signal of the Ministry of Information, broadcasting the tantric battle in real time.

The vice-principal knows his old friend very well. The tantric behavior is very weird. Even if the old monk is afraid of the reputation of S-class, it is impossible not to come. No matter how you look at it, there is a high winning rate for ten against one. Try it. If you give up without trying, there will be problems no matter what.

If the vice-principal guessed correctly, it must be the handiwork of his old friend.

Anger interfered and disrupted the gambling fight between the S-class and the Tantric Sect. In the absence of the old monk, the S-Class had absolute righteousness, so the fight to the death between Kyushu and the Tantric Sect became a matter of course.

As for the reason why Angers bothered, it was probably because of what was happening in the Tantric underground shelter at this moment.

The principal of Kassel sat in the dark, watching the live broadcast in silence. The lifeless shelter was like a tomb. This was the work of their trustworthy comrades.

How ridiculous.

Angers also laughed out loud.

"You see, this is what they call hope."

"Our civilization will depend on these things to survive the end of the world."

His smile became more sarcastic.

The vice-principal didn't care at all, he was just drinking, just drunk.

"correct."

He said.

"Do I remember how many shelters there are in total?"

The vice principal thought hard.

"Five... or six?"

"It used to be six."

Angers motioned to live broadcast.

“It’s five now.

The vice-principal seemed to have heard something extremely interesting, and he burst into laughter on the sofa holding his stomach.

"I say, I say, I say, old man."

The vice principal wiped the shit from his eyes and shot away.

"Shouldn't you have guessed this kind of thing a long time ago?"

"Although several shelters are being constructed within the same planning framework, they are independent of each other, and all forms of information sharing have been prohibited from the day construction began."

"How should I put it? Although some people explain that this behavior is necessary, when the shelters are in a black box state of information to each other, even if one shelter falls, it will not affect the others.

"They hide themselves in unique ways, and each take on the task of exploring the survival of human civilization after the end of the world."

"Oh, like this."

The vice-principal tapped the TV with his chin in boredom.

"Under the conditions of absolute scarcity of supplies after the end of the world, faith can be regarded as an effective means."

"I remember, that's what the person in charge of the shelter said at the time."

He laughed disdainfully.

"Now, where is he?"

Anger is neither sad nor happy.

"he died."

The vice-principal once again held his belly and laughed.

Although Angers has not yet seen the body of the person in charge, judging from the current situation of the shelter that is very different from the drawings, it is obvious that something unexpected happened to the person in charge, otherwise he would definitely not watch it. Seeing my hard work being wasted like this.

Thinking about it, I feel a little disappointed.

Angers still remembers the dinner party before the launch of the shelter project. They were very drunk. At that time, there were old and young people. They talked about life shoulder to shoulder, because from now on, they would dedicate the rest of their lives to mankind. For the survival of civilization, once you enter the refuge, you will never want to come out again.

Among them were Lu Mingfei’s father and mother.

So many years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and I never expected that the news related to my old friends would be in this form again.

The saddest thing is not death in the biological sense, but the unfulfilled lifelong wish.

Those who advocate shelter and those who advocate dragon slaying belong to two lines. As the name suggests, one group believes that hybrids are absolutely unable to fight against dragons and the end is bound to come. They have a pessimistic and negative attitude and believe that shelter is the only way out for human civilization.

The other faction firmly believes that hybrids can rely on their own strength to slay dragons and survive the end of the world.

People belonging to the two factions have obvious characteristics.

Most of the Refugeists are scholars. If you debate with them, they can quote a paper as long as ten meters of parchment, which will make your head spin and you can't even tell the difference between east, west, and north.

But this kind of Sanctuary Faction always loses in the verbal battles with the Dragon Slayer Faction.

The reason is not that the Dragon Slaying Faction has advanced debating skills. The main reason is that the people who make up the Dragon Slaying Faction are reckless men like Ange.

Of course you can reason with Angers, but you need to be careful. No matter how eloquent and eloquent you are, when the 130-year-old man named Angers stops listening and picks up a pocket knife, you'd better behave. Shut up, then raise your hands to show your thumbs up, with a bright smile to show that Mr. Angers, you are right.

Although the old man actually didn't say a word.

But this is not important. What is important is his knife. They say that words are the weapons of scholars, but for a reckless man, a weapon is a weapon, an instrument used to kill people.

It can be seen from this that Angers and the people of the Sanctuary Faction are very difficult to deal with, but the disputes over routes and concepts cannot hinder their friendship. Excellent people can always sympathize with each other, even if they are on opposite sides and quarrel when they meet.

"Tantra, damn it."

Angers said.

Under the calm tone of this legendary dragon slayer, there was a volcanic anger under the sea.

"It's scary, it's scary, it's really scary."

The vice-principal waved his hands dramatically.

He laughed again and drank a swig of brandy. After drinking the strong drink, the vice principal's face instantly became calm again.

"Absolute power breeds absolute corruption."

"You should know, old man."

"A shelter that maintains an information black box status means that no matter what happens inside, the outside world cannot know."

"So."

The two watched the live broadcast.

The warriors headed by Yuanyuan entered the nine-story pagoda.

"You know, in that guy's plan, this should be the Tower of Babel."

"Tower of Babel? The tower in myth that allows all humans to put aside their barriers and understand each other?"

"Oh, yes."

Angers said.

"I can still recall the burning light in that guy's eyes when he talked about the Tower of Babel with great interest."

"And now?"

"The Tower of Babel became a pagoda."

Angers eyes turned cold.

I don't know when a folding knife appeared in his hand.

"Why, old man."

The vice principal exaggerated beyond belief.

"You don't want to fly to the roof of the world and kill people right now, do you?"

"Do not make jokes!"

Suddenly, the vice-principal revealed a calmness and wisdom that was completely inconsistent with his image.

It was as if the legendary alchemist from back then was back.

"We, the remnants of the old era, just watch carefully."

The fluorescent light from the TV made the vice principal's face flicker.

He said calmly.

"Who are the pioneers of the new era?"

…………

Yuanyuan and the others walked into the pagoda full of doubts.

They are fully prepared, especially Yuan Yuan. No matter which corner the enemy jumps out from, she can send a sword light immediately.

Kenshin Kongming's terrifying intuition is her best protection.

But the whole journey was uneventful.

Not to mention Deadpool, not even the mixed-race warrior noticed it.

Finally someone noticed something was wrong.

The warriors looked at each other, and it was Chen Jiumo who spoke.

"Where are the people?"

They looked at each other, and an idea came to their mind, but it was too bizarre, and the scene remained strangely silent for a while.

Yuanyuan doesn't care about this.

She always does her own thing and never cares about other people's eyes.

Yuanyuan looked like she was listening, looked to the left, and then to the right.

Then nodded.

"All dead."

she says.

Su Xiaoqiang and others looked at Yuanyuan.

She nodded seriously.

"All dead."

The dancers thought of the Deadpool and the monk they met along the way and couldn't help but nod.

If they have killed so many enemies, there are still many dangers in this pagoda, and the strength of the tantric sect is too terrifying, then what are they still doing here? Wouldn't it be better to just run out and overwhelm the whole world with their absolute strength?

After figuring this out, the dancers' minds settled down and they continued to explore.

The first floor of the pagoda is the hall, with many openings connected to the second floor. Strips of yellow or red silk and satin hang down, and are filled with Buddhist scriptures written in Sanskrit. It is dazzling and adds a sense of mystery.

They circled around but couldn't find the stairs leading up. After reuniting, everyone brainstormed ideas, but they had no clue for a long time.

Su Xiaoqiang, who was frowning and thinking, found that the senior sister was staring blankly with her head raised. Thinking of the senior sister's performance all the way, she couldn't help but hesitate to speak. Su Xiaoqiang thought for a while and looked up with her round eyes.

These satin... tops?

Is there anything?

Su Xiaoqiang, who was thinking like this, suddenly heard the senior sister muttering to herself.

"It seems... like you can climb up."

By the time they reacted, Yuanyuan had already jumped up high, reached out to grab the silk, and then disappeared without a trace.

The warriors looked at each other.

"Come up!"

It was the voice of Senior Sister, she was on top.

No wonder there are no stairs, this was originally used.

The warriors suddenly realized.

Probably the same motive as the entrance was to provide a passage for hybrids and deadpools to enter and exit, so naturally the needs of ordinary people were not considered.

However, the dancers are not ordinary people. With their hands, this challenge is not difficult for them.

Everyone found a piece of silk and satin and climbed up in twos and twos.

I don’t know what material this satin is made of, but it is particularly versatile.

Suddenly someone screamed, and all the warriors hurriedly looked away. Did they encounter an enemy? It's not easy to use your skills in a place like this. They have weapons in their hands and are ready to take action at any time.

But not the enemy.

They saw a fellow student with a pale face.

He was looking steadily in a certain direction.

What's wrong?

The dancers followed his gaze curiously.

Everyone could not help but widen their eyes.

So many... so many dead people.

They are all delicate girls like dolls, fixed at the top. Their belts are so long that they hang down all the time, and they are these silk satins.