Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 1897 Rebellion
Yang Weite tasted the poison called pain and regret.

If he hadn't done so many things, everything would have ended safely, and he would have lived a happy, peaceful and satisfied life like an ordinary person.

But now he lives on, but in pain.

The people of Shelter Villa are frightened on the radio every day.

"Burning monsters from beyond the sky, they fell on the earth, burning the forest, grass, hyenas, ghouls, rats, cockroaches, good, bad, beautiful, ugly..."

"All of them will not be let go, and they will all be turned into scorched earth."

"The railway, the Brotherhood of Steel, the Academy, the Volunteer Army, the monsters, the mutants, all unite, but they are still losing ground."

"Just yesterday, the old Buchan farm was destroyed. This is a large farm with an annual output of 800 tons of grain, 5 tons of milk and meat. What a precious wastelander, how many scavengers, robbers, tramp……"

"Its disappearance means that tens of thousands of people will lose their jobs, become homeless in the wild, and finally die quietly."

Listening to the radio broadcast, both soldiers and farmers fell into despair.

The only one who can keep calm is Mr. Skillful Hand.

The familiar Mr. Skillful Hand, its nagging was boring in the past, and only Yang Weite had the patience to listen.

And now, every night, people gathered around it, listening to its babble.

"The Burning Legion is nothing special, they can at most burn us into a big fireball. They are also living beings, they will be killed, and they will also be afraid."

"Their leader, a guy named Malgandos, is trying to negotiate with the locals, let it rule the world, and the price is that it will order the Burning Legion to abandon the act of burning the world."

"What is it doing?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"It's going to rebel. Do you think turning into scorched earth is good for demons? Don't they eat a ball of flame? Demons also like prosperity and chaos, vitality and flourishing, not a desert and void, it came This world has become a warlord, so it wants to betray its superiors." Mr. Skillful Hands babbled to himself.

"How do you know?" Someone asked in confusion.

Mr. Qiaoshou was puzzled when he heard the words: "I, I don't know, anyway, there are similar memory modules for no reason."

"That's really miraculous, you will be Mr. Miraculous and Skillful Hands from now on." Someone laughed.

Everyone laughed along.

In the oppressive atmosphere, a little relaxed air rarely appeared.

Yang Weite also smiled.

But laughing and laughing, someone cried.

"When will these days end?"

"Yeah, I want to go to Diamond City again and have another bowl of noodles, but it's a pity that it has been turned into ashes."

"I have three shops in Diamond City. Originally, I was a rent collector lying down. Shelter Villa only has one piece of land. I only come here when I am on vacation."

Everyone wept.

Yang Weite's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.

It's all his fault.

Most of the people here, in the last timeline, were extremely friendly to him.

After all, this is the settlement built by the protagonist, and it is based on kindness.

We are not lacking in those things, and the environment in the 19th century is still completely different.

No matter how wasteful the land is, it still has nuclear fusion, power armor, greenhouse hydroponics technology, frozen human clones, shelter technology...

Still much more productive than in the 19th century.

The reason why there are vagrants and scavengers is mainly because of various mutated creatures, which leads to unstable order and people can't live a stable life.

The emergence of the protagonist, the reconstruction of the Volunteer Army, responsiveness to every request, and timely support gradually solved this problem.

But now, it is even more unstable.

Malgandos, Yang Weite pondered the name in his mouth.

This guy wants to betray, so does he have a chance?

He decided to fight again to recover the losses he caused.

…………

Yang Weite found the old Popsicle and expressed his thoughts.

"I have gathered four major forces. They have created a super cold nuclear fusion cannon called Titan Hammer. One shot can kill a mid-level demon."

"Now just make more cannons and we'll win!"

Old Popsicle said excitedly to Yang Weite.

Yang Weite shook his head.

He has seen the power of Azeroth, but it is a bronze dragon with the power to control time, and it hasn't been messed up by the Burning Legion.

Although they were repelled, they suffered heavy losses every time.

And that kind of repulsion always has a taste of fate, and it doesn't come from one's own strength.

"If you haven't mastered the evil energy, you will never be their opponents. They will corrupt your hearts. All your skills are not equipped with spiritual protection." Yang Weite said a fatal point.

"Evil energy? You seem to know them well?" Old Popsicle asked doubtfully.

Of course, you used to know them very well, but you are a person of this world, and when the timeline jumps, you forget it.

And I am a person independent of this world, so no matter how the timeline changes, I only have one and share all the memories.

Yang Weite thought to himself, and then said: "You know that I came from another world. In that world, there are records related to the Burning Legion."

"Well, you should be our chief of staff."

Chief of Staff again.

Another reincarnation?

But in this reincarnation, I must break my fate and overcome the tragedy of fate!

Thinking in his heart, Yang Weite took on a new task.

Under his guidance, the wasteland keenly grasped the irreconcilable contradiction between the big boss of the Dark Titan and its legion.

The latter succumbed in fear of the power of the dark titan Sargeras. The two were not of the same race and had no common interests.

In this case, if they see an opportunity to get rid of their boss, they will take it.

Slaves also know how to resist, let alone demons.

Betrayal is commonplace.

Ner'zhul, the Lich King, was determined to rebel against his demon master Kil'jaeden.

The wasteland sent out wave after wave of spies to split things up, and finally succeeded in making Malgandos, the leader of the Burning Legion of the wasteland, choose to secretly betray the Dark Titan.

He was allowed to shelter in the northwestern corner of the wasteland, in the snow-covered land.

And the benefit he got was that he could slowly control the world.

Instead of turning it directly into scorched earth.

The latter is empty, so what is the value?
Slowly corroding the leaders of great powers one after another, and watching their fate come to a tragic end, this is one of the devil's greatest enjoyments.

To put it bluntly, I just can't see the good of others.

How else can it be called a devil?

There are only wrong names, not wrong numbers.

Evil and devil, is the devil.

Whoever envies them and wants to be their lackey is a fool.

Because you will eventually lose your mind and become a marionette.

You will not have any freedom.

(End of this chapter)