What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin?

As soon as the third drawer was opened, Connor's eyes widened.

"Emergency evacuation diagram for the underground Calamine medium-sized slave factory?"

"…What's going on in this place? How come there's even something like this? If it's called that, shouldn't it be hung on the wall? What's the point of putting it in a drawer?"

The map was indeed what Connor needed. After confirming that it was safe, Connor spread the map flat on the table.

The factory called Calamine has a very simple structure with only two floors.

One floor is the assembly line where Connor and others are located, and the other floor is the management that is being plundered by the rebels. The rest is not under the jurisdiction of the Calamine Factory.

What Connor was most concerned about was where the elevator led to, whether there were armed forces suppressing the rebellion waiting for them to show up on the elevators on the next level, and whether there were any other ways out.

The parts produced on the assembly line every day must have a transportation channel, and it does not use elevators, but it must lead to other factories. Without knowing the armed forces of other factories, it can only be used as a backup option.

"Lord Connor... um, Connor, everyone has finished collecting information and is just waiting for you..." Reid knocked on the door first, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and said. Seeing Connor looking at a map, he moved over out of curiosity and didn't pay any attention to the change in Connor's attire.

"Do you understand? Come and see if there is another way here."

Connor pushed the map in front of Red, hoping that Red, who was said to have a good relationship with the Guardian, might have some additional information.

"Can't we take the elevator?" Reid asked subconsciously. As long as they found the elevator to the upper level, wouldn't they be able to go up easily?

"Hmm..." Connor was about to speak when he heard a series of clanging sounds and a few explosions coming from outside.

After putting away the map, Connor and Red rushed out of the director's room one after another, only to see that the end of the corridor was filled with thick smoke, and several Degenerates had fallen to the ground and could not get up.

"It came down from above! I saw it! The elevator to the upper level is over there!" a Degenerate shouted.

"You can see that the people up there don't want us to go up there," Connor said. "So can you find where the ventilation or sewer pipes are?"

Seeing the poisonous smoke spreading, Red said with trembling lips: "I, I will do my best..."

33. A helping hand

Although it was not appropriate to smoke the rat hole, Connor had a similar idea when he led everyone to escape to the sewer.

The person above chose a very worry-free method.

The factory managers and guards of the lower-level factories were just like the degenerates who served as slaves, and were just consumables that could be discarded at any time. After the poisonous smoke had cleared the factory, they would send people down to take over. Apart from wasting some production time and the poisonous smoke generated by magic, there would be almost no loss, and there would be no bad situation where sending people down immediately after the alarm was triggered might trigger a fight and damage the assembly line.

The escape of hundreds of people was very chaotic, especially when life and death were at stake, everyone wanted to go down the elevator to the factory on the bottom floor to find a safe place. People and the collected materials were crowded together, and the entrance of the elevator was about to burst. In the end, Connor hung on the top of the passage to command, and then sent everyone back to the bottom floor. Even so, many slaves did not escape and died in the poisonous smoke.

"Go this way!" Red used the map in his mind to find the direction in the dimness.

As the poisonous smoke invaded, the magic lamps on the pillars went out one by one. When it was about to become a dark underground world, Connor was the last one to fly out of the elevator.

Visibility was getting lower and lower, and the slaves were becoming more and more panicked. After thinking for a while, Connor communicated with Prism in his mind:

"Prism, click [Flame Attack]."

As one prism point was lost, Connor felt a new power emerging in his hands.

Skill [Flame Attack]: Summon the fire of the goddess. Melee weapons and long-range throwing props can cause certain fire damage.

The divine fire can not only be used to cause damage, but also for other purposes, such as lighting.

All the magic lamps went out, and two strange flames suddenly appeared in the underground space that should have been pitch black. They did not need any fuel or any combustion aid, and just burned and jumped on Connor's two swords.

"Are you a magical citizen, sir?"

"Citizens are chasing us? Didn't they say that there would be no one with magic skills here?!"

In the perception of the Degenerates, they who cannot see magic believe that only magic can "create something out of thin air", and now Connor is holding two balls of fire wandering above his head, which is in line with their perception of "magic".

The appearance of the two balls of fire initially brought greater panic to the slaves who had just broken free from their shackles than the poisonous smoke and darkness. The habits developed over the years made some people kneel down immediately and pray to the citizens to forgive their rebellion.

"No wonder Connor was able to kill those guards and the factory manager. It turns out that only citizens have such ability..."

Reid listened to the whispers behind him and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Connor...isn't he a degenerate? Why did the citizen master condescend to come to the assembly line and work with them for four days? Was he sent here by other citizen masters?

"Why did you stop?"

Connor noticed the commotion among the crowd, and even saw some people kneeling on the ground waiting to be swallowed by the poisonous smoke. He immediately landed in front of Red, who was leading the group.

"To answer your question, maybe everyone is too scared?"

The flames danced in front of Red, licking the air in front of him, as if looking for something to devour and grow, causing Red to subconsciously use the honorific.

"Are you also a citizen from above?" Rhett asked cautiously, not daring to blink in the firelight.

Connor looked past Red, past the "workers" who dared to jump up to help him contain the armored guards, and in the dark space, Connor saw the panic and confusion on everyone's faces.

If this problem is not solved, the team will not be able to move forward at all.

Connor has excellent eyesight. With Eagle Vision, he only needs a little light to see things far away. The spread of the poisonous smoke is blocked by the wide space of the bottom assembly line, and it will not be able to fill it for a while.

Raising the fire knife in his right hand so that everyone could see their positions more clearly, Connor said:

"Think about it, are your parents also called degenerates?"

Connor had observed during the four days of the assembly line that all of these degenerates sent to the assembly line had an original family, and almost all of their family members who were not here were citizens of the Empire who could perform magic.

"Do you have brothers and sisters, relatives and friends? How are they different from you? Are they just able to use magic? Aren't we all just carrying one head on two shoulders? Do we eat, talk and breathe the same way?"

"Just now, we all overthrew the guards and the director of the factory. Aren't they usually high and mighty like the people who can do magic? But what happened? Were they still overthrown by our concerted efforts?"

"Even if you get the magic item, you'll die if your throat is cut, or if your heart is stabbed. Those two armored guards are magical creations, right? They look scary, don't they? Didn't we deal with them too? It's the same with people who can do magic, they all have the same weaknesses."

"Are people who can do magic born noble? Are people who can't do magic born inferior?"

"Lift your heads, look at yourself, look at me, and look at yourselves! There is no high or low among people, all people are born equal!"

Red was silent, and the slaves facing Connor and the flame were also silent.

Connor was silent too.

These slaves dared to rebel against the guards and factory managers who were also degenerates when they took the lead, but when faced with people who could use magic, they were ultimately bound by old ideas. The rigid class thinking had taken root in their minds and could not be cut off by just listening to a few words or shedding some blood.

His subconscious habit of using flames for lighting seemed to be misunderstood by these people, who took him as a legitimate citizen of the empire.

"You are the leader sent by God to guide us. We will keep your teachings in mind."

Red, who was good at observing people's words and expressions and could maintain good relations with the management class even as a slave, played to his strengths and spoke out boldly.

Whatever the magician citizen says is what it is, just listen to it. And by the way, he will give you some compliments, that's what the citizen masters like.

Connor sighed. He knew that his current ability was not enough to break the class concept, nor was it enough to awaken these degenerate people who had been slaves. He could only take it one step at a time and escape from the factory.

What you say is not important, what you do is important.

Silent Flame led the way, followed by Silent Red, and behind them came the Silent Slaves.

The group successfully knocked open the entrance to the sewer and went deeper underground before the poisonous smoke spread.

"Leader, there is a landslide ahead, there is no way out!"

The worker who was exploring the way came back panting, his face full of tension and anxiety.

There is no way to retreat and the way forward is blocked. Is there any way to survive?

"Get out of the way, let me do it." Connor vented all his frustration caused by his lack of ability on the collapsed exit.

Skill [Force Summon]——Summon an arm of the Colossal Titan!

A third arm, thick and long, suddenly appeared in the air above Connor's right shoulder. The exposed skin was still emitting heat, and it slammed towards the collapsed exit with great swiftness.

Slaves: The Right Hand of God has come out, and you still say you are not a citizen master!

34. Outside the factory

What appeared before the rebels was a dark underground world.

The thick stone pillars that can be seen everywhere in the factory can also be seen outside. Fungi similar to those on the ground and by the lake grow on them, replacing the magic lamps. Connor also saw several white mushrooms on the pillars that were obviously larger than other fungi and could illuminate more of the surrounding area.

In the middle of the many pillars is a quiet lake with dark water.

There was no reflection on the gloomy lake surface, only the dim fireflies emitted from some kind of fungus lit up the surrounding area like stars at night.

The lake water didn't smell good. Almost all the wastewater from the underground factory where Connor and his team were was discharged into the lake. Perhaps the water could flow through the cracks in the rocks, but the sediment in it...

Dark water plants grow in the lake, gathering sediments at their roots in clumps and emitting a foul smell. Perhaps this is the nutrition that the water plants in Jinghu Lake need.

In short, the lake seems even more unapproachable under the dim light.

“We have to find a way,” Connor said. “I don’t think anyone in the group wants to swim across this dark, fetid water. It looks… scary.”

"Let's go over there." Connor pointed at the only light in the distance. Although it was far away and dim, that hint of red was almost the only hope for the rebels.

The rebels all responded in unison. After seeing Connor use fire and summon a huge third hand to clear the way, these rebellious slaves had completely regarded Connor as their leader. No one dared to raise any objections. Even if Connor said that they had to cross the Tranquil Lake, they would hesitate and jump into the stinking lake water.

Connor led his men at full speed towards the red light in the distance. When they passed the edge of Jinghu Lake, they found that the widest part of Jinghu Lake was only four or five hundred meters, but its length was beyond the vision of normal people. They kept looking towards the area of red light, not knowing how far it was.

The team encountered trouble at the far right end of Jing Lake, where a stream blocked their way.

The stream is almost still, and the water is green against the backdrop of luminous plants such as mosses and fungi, like a skinny arm of a quiet lake reaching out between the pillars.

Connor was wearing the Watchers' boots, made from the hides of magical beasts, and he stepped into the water without a care in the world.

The stream was very shallow, barely reaching his ankles.

With Connor leading the way, the others followed carefully into the stream. The weed-covered bottom of the water was very slippery and difficult to stand on. Many people who had not been able to collect enough boots and had to go barefoot immediately felt nauseous and wanted to vomit when they touched the muddy sewage.

As the last rebel reached dry land on the other side and wiped the mud off his feet among the gravel, he heard a soft sound, first a whoosh, then a splash, as if a fish had broken the silence of the water.

Connor immediately moved from the front of the team to the back. In the distance, dark circles of ripples appeared on the surface of the quiet lake. Bigger and bigger circles of water spread out from the lake and entered the nearly dried-up stream. There was also the sound of bubbles popping.

Connor's face looked extremely ugly. The drag marks by the stream clearly showed that the monster in the lake had attacked and taken away a rebel, and he couldn't even see what the monster looked like.

"Before continuing..."

Just as Connor was about to lead the team to set off again, the silent lake began to boil as if it was activated by the dragged away rebels.

Connor felt something coming towards his ankles, exactly where the green stream had just soaked.

Looking down, he saw a long, soft, green tentacle extending along the bottom of the stream. The tentacle covered with water plants was like a finger, trying to grab Connor and drag him into the lake.

Connor discovered it in time and easily cut the tentacle with the blade in his hand. The severed tentacle twisted violently on the gravel beach, and white, almost transparent, sticky juice spurted out from the broken surface.

The black water in the quiet lake now boiled even more violently, emitting a deafening stench.

More than twenty tentacles appeared on the lake, twisting and spreading into the stream, aiming at the degenerates wading through the water one by one.

"What are you standing there for? Run! Quickly!"

After cutting off the tentacles, Connor jumped back and shouted, awakening the motionless rebels who had taken root on the ground, causing them to come to their senses and run forward quickly.

The serious shortage of shoes became the biggest obstacle for the rebel team to increase their escape speed. The sharp stones on the gravel beach cut the soles of many slaves. After smelling the blood, the tentacles became more crazy and pounced on the slaves as if they had not had a full meal for a long time.

Connor had been swinging his two swords as hard as he could. The flames on them were enough to force back the tentacles, but they could only protect those around him. The tentacles had an absolute upper hand in places where the heat of the flames could not reach. The tentacles attracted by the smell of human flesh and blood became thicker and their recovery ability became stronger.

Except for those tentacles that were cut off by Connor's fire knife, the tentacles that were broken by the rebels with stones grew back almost in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh!

Unable to bear the harassment, Connor fired an anchor at the stone pillar. With the advantage of three-dimensional mobility, he went directly to the source of the tentacles emerging from the lake. He used the flaming blade in his left hand to accurately cut the tentacles in half, and then used the fire knife to burn their broken ends one by one.

The bubbles that emerged from the water became even bigger, and Connor was ready to throw them. Seeing that the tentacle was about to emerge from the lake, just as two things that looked like eyes appeared, the double fire knives flew out of his hands!

Pfft!

The blade burning with magical flames pierced straight into the pupil in the center of the eyeball, which was about the same diameter as Connor's height.

The tentacle monster immediately struggled in pain, and more than twenty severed tentacles tumbled in the lake water and returned to the bottom of the lake.

Without the illumination provided by the flames, Connor did not continue the pursuit. He only had a pair of blades left and not much gas left. It would take a day to fully recover with the help of the prism. He had no choice but to control the 3D maneuvering device and go back to the team.

"You...fought off that monster???"

Just as Connor was about to lead everyone to continue towards the fiery red distance, a strange voice came from the protruding stone wall nearby.

There were about ten slaves who looked similar to the slaves Connor brought with him, wearing simple and plain clothes, holding weapons made of stone and metal and standing on the stone wall.

Led by a burly man, these people looked warily at Connor, who had just escaped from the tentacle monster.

35. Underworld, Sean, and the Next World

With solid rock under his feet, Connor led the rebels and followed the armed men who suddenly appeared and called themselves the rebels.

"We were once slaves in the underground factory city," said the sturdy man who led the group, "and later we escaped under the leadership of our leader."