The air in the Underworld of Belobog was thick, almost like congealed grease, pressing heavily against every inch of space.
It was mixed with the pungent smell of low-quality fuel and the rusty stench of old metal.
Now that the crowd had gathered, there was also another heavy smell in the air—the stench of sweat.
The iron-armed youth Luka weaved through the crowd, trying to persuade them to leave.
Unfortunately, no one listened to him.
“Damn it, why won’t any of them listen to me?” Luka was so anxious that he paced around helplessly.
In the end, he had no choice but to retreat and seek his master’s help.
But as soon as he reached the back of the crowd, he saw that his master was busy as well.
“Hey!
Kid, go back!
This isn’t a place you should be!” Oleg grabbed a young boy by the collar and sternly reprimanded him.
“Uncle Oleg, I want to help!” The boy stared wide-eyed and spoke loudly.
“The new Supreme Guardian saved us and let me see the sky again!
He’s my benefactor!
He wants to use Geomarrow to build a new home, but those tin cans stole our Geomarrow!
I want to help the Supreme Guardian get it back!” “Foolish!” Oleg pointed at the boy’s nose and cursed.
“Did you actually see Svarog stealing the ore?” “I didn’t see it!” The boy refused to back down and argued, “Then how do you explain the Geomarrow piled up outside the gate?” Just as he said, the miners extracted large amounts of ore every day, while the robots also participated in transporting it.
If they wanted to steal some ore, it would indeed be very easy.
Moreover, dozens of kilograms of Geomarrow had been piled up near the iron gate.
But Oleg absolutely refused to believe that Svarog had stolen it.
Because everything Svarog did was always out in the open.
If Svarog really needed that much ore, it would simply come over and say, “I need it,” then list a huge pile of incomprehensible calculations before openly carrying it away.
No one could stop it.
Stealing?
That was completely out of the question.
Of course, this conclusion was based on Oleg’s familiarity with Svarog.
Most other people rarely interacted with Svarog, so they had no understanding of its way of doing things.
With so many people claiming that Svarog had stolen the ore, combined with the deliberate framing, quite a few people without opinions of their own naturally went along with it.
Oleg tossed the boy aside and sighed helplessly.
It was an extremely crude framing tactic.
In the Underworld, however, where education and culture were far behind those of the Overworld, it was surprisingly effective.
“Some people may not actually be unable to understand what’s happening.
They may simply be taking advantage of the situation.” At that moment, Natasha appeared behind Oleg.
She said coldly, “Back then, Svarog forcibly sealed the exits and suppressed many people through sheer force.
It was far too domineering.
There must have been plenty of people who resented it, but due to the pressure of survival, they had no choice but to compromise.” “Now Lucian has liberated the world, the crisis of survival has disappeared, and Lucian gave management authority to humans instead of robots.
Some people probably feel that this is their chance to take revenge.” Oleg suddenly looked enlightened.
“Looks like I was thinking too narrowly.” “That’s perfectly normal.
After all, humans always like to disguise their malice as something noble and righteous.” Sampo appeared in front of the two with an amused smile.
Clang!
Suddenly, the barrel of a cannon was pointed directly at Sampo’s face.
Natasha held the cannon and once again revealed her usual inscrutable smile.
“You still dare to show your face in front of me?
I’ve been looking for you.
You’re the one who taught Hook to find me a husband, aren’t you?” Sampo immediately raised his hands in surrender.
“Let’s talk this out.
My fault, my fault.
It was just a joke to amuse a child.
How could you take it seriously?
Besides, she didn’t actually find you a husband.
Just think of it as playing house.
Hehe.” The moment Natasha heard the word “husband,” Lucian’s smiling face appeared in her mind.
She had found one.
They just hadn’t gotten together yet.
“Don’t let there be a next time.” Natasha put away the cannon and replied coldly.
She knew very well that Sampo was a troublesome fellow and that she couldn’t afford to fall out with him too easily.
Besides, she had already given Hook a good lesson.
That was enough to vent her anger.
“Now, continue persuading some of the ignorant people to leave,” Natasha said seriously.
“As for the others who have ulterior motives, let’s wait until that lord arrives in person.” That lord?
Luka’s eyes suddenly lit up.
He asked Natasha, “Is it…
Lord Lucian, the one who liberated the Underworld?
Is he really coming here?
Can I meet him?” A barrage of questions came at Natasha one after another, making her feel as though she had two heads and four ears.
She could only smile and say, “Luka, I know you admire him, but keep your head clear.
Let’s deal with the trouble in front of us first.” Luka nodded vigorously.
That day, Lucian had appeared in the Underworld.
He had conquered everyone with his overwhelming strength, and he had also completely won over this iron-armed young man.
Oleg was his master and had once been his number-one idol.
Now, his number-one idol was Lucian.
Just thinking about the fact that Lucian would personally come here was enough to make him excited.
“Brothers!
Can you see it clearly?!
These tin cans!
They have no hearts!
No lungs!
They don’t even need to breathe our filthy air!” “They’re stealing our Geomarrow, trying to obstruct our march toward a new era!” “If we want to defeat such a powerful enemy, there’s only one way—charge forward without hesitation!
For the new era of Belobog!” At that moment, someone in the crowd raised his arms and shouted.
Torches were lit!
One, two, ten…
hundreds!
The dancing, greedy flames reflected a crazed light in countless bloodshot eyes.
Rusty iron rods, heavy wrenches, sharpened steel bars…
Everything that could be held in one’s hands became a weapon.
The crowd was no longer a collection of scattered individuals.
They had transformed into a blazing, boiling torrent of metal and flesh, burning with hatred and radiating the overwhelming stench of sweat and low-quality fuel.
They were packed together, carrying a violent will capable of crushing everything in their path.
Then, a burning trajectory carrying the sound of rushing wind suddenly shot out from an indistinguishable corner at the rear of the crowd!
It was a Molotov cocktail hastily made from scraps of cloth and low-quality fuel.
The flame at the mouth of the bottle crackled fiercely as it flew through the air, drawing a brief and glaring arc across the sky.
“Bang—crash!” The glass bottle exploded violently against the massive iron gate!
Sticky, burning liquid instantly splashed outward.
Greedy tongues of flame crazily licked the cold metal, producing a sizzling sound as they scorched it.
Brilliant flames suddenly surged upward, instantly engulfing a large area!
Thick black smoke, carrying a pungent chemical odor, billowed into the air!
The crowd erupted into beast-like cheers of frenzy!
Fire!
It was burning!
Clara was terrified.
She had never experienced anything like this before.
Feeling the waves of heat coming from the gate, Clara tightly grabbed the corner of Svarog’s clothing.
“Mr.
Svarog, I…
I’ll go talk to them.
I’ll clear up the misunderstanding.” Although she was frightened, Clara still wanted to face several thousand people head-on in order to protect her family.
After all, she was the only human here.
Whoosh!
At that moment, another Molotov cocktail flew over the iron gate.
Its trajectory was almost perfect.
If nothing unexpected happened, it would land directly on Clara and Svarog.
Just then, an indifferent voice echoed from all directions.
“What?
Have I not killed enough people, making you think I’m merciful?” (End of Chapter) [Thanks for Reading!]