Chapter 1920: Chapter 1914: The Warrior’s Harvest

As a Newborn team, Lu Ping’an always acts with full force on this side.

The gates of the Silver City open one after another, and a large number of “Beast Carts” spread in all directions. They will become the tentacles and sentinels of Lu Ping’an’s power.

Lu Ping’an has actually already developed war vehicles for this world, but these animal-drawn carts are more “traditional” and cheaper… The budgets of self-sustaining temporary teams remain quite limited.

On one of the carts is a group centered around a Warrior.

Entering the Wilderness, Warrior Tu Qishan feels a bit bewildered by the familiar wind.

The days on the “Salvation Ark” weren’t long, less than two months even with daily overtime, which wasn’t easy… But every day, she felt her values and common knowledge being reshaped, sometimes sighing as if in Heaven, while at other times she inexplicably felt inferior, questioning what kind of person she was in the past.

A good tool, a fine sword for eliminating unstable factors.

She subconsciously recalled whether among the unstable factors she had “eliminated” in the past, there were scholars or resistors.

Sometimes, she wished to return to the carefree countryside era, maybe living a short and pure life as a village woman, which might be good for the whole world…

“Your Excellency, the Warrior, we have arrived at the destination.”

The sudden words from the vehicle brought her back to reality.

She looked outside, seeing nothing but barren land and a “city” appearing ahead.

“Does this even qualify as a city…”

The mud walls, about two meters high, served as city walls, and the low stone houses had no wooden doors or glass windows. In the city, let alone stone pavements or roads, even rubble and mud weren’t cleared.

The specially made “Carriage” traveled down this road, indistinguishable from the outside, with no shops or pedestrians on both sides, the few pitiful stores only selling necessities like grain and clothing.

“These shops even have the local lord’s emblem hanging on them…”

At this moment, the female warrior first thought about the so-called social class and exploitation, thinking of animal husbandry… At last, she recalled that the wealthy of the past always had some connection to superiors, and her villagers seemed foolishly trading a year’s worth of farm products for expensive cloth, processed food, and tools.

Seemingly, in her past memory, farmers were supposed to be inferior, paying taxes while being trapped on that land for life.

“Not even counted as Feudal Era, even small crafts are monopolized, more like primitive tribal chieftains and slave people as Earth’s teachers said…”

At this moment, walking in what was referred to as a “metropolis” in past memory, Tu Qishan felt thoroughly uncomfortable.

Contrary to the documents seen in the Courtyard, there were neither store names nor street signs here; the simple images were the only guidance, and she foolishly believed it should be this way.

She recalled once during a hunt for “Cultists,” the enemy was pitifully weak, and a pile of paper slips with strange characters was retrieved, which she initially thought was some evil ritual…

“Ugh.”

A sharp pain struck, as the female warrior clutched her stomach, overwhelmed by a strong urge to vomit and guilt.

She remembered those lifeless eyes, remembered those characters the “Cultist” wrote lastly on the ground.

“Was that… a word?”

A bit bewildered, and somewhat puzzled, she inexplicably wanted to know what those paper slips really said.

Was it the secret of knowledge, the memory of nature, or hatred towards the lord.

“Perhaps, I can collect them and reassemble them, as they are the heritage of our civilization…”

Compared with others, the three-generation Warrior Tu Qishan is simple yet powerful, making her one of the most trusted ones.

Even the Royal Family in the area took some hope to assimilate her into their bloodline due to her rather good talents… accompanied by more opportunities for executing confidential tasks, and she has always performed quite “purely.”

Such killings were not just once, she recalled there had been a few more hunts, and each time there were similar paper slips and characters.

“Could it be that this world already had texts being passed secretly…”

This was quite important, as having texts, having records, there might be history and legacy.

A strange impulse and sense of mission surged in her heart, perhaps she could discover the legacy of texts before Doomsday, at least could find those hidden “Scholars.”

“Wait a moment…”

She suddenly demanded a stop, noticing outside a shop selling oil lamps, whose sign depicting an oil lamp seemed somewhat familiar.

That seemed a bit like a symbol, like the blood script the old scholar wrote last.

“Dawn Lamp Store… Does that character represent dawn?”

“Will the sky of this world finally brighten?”

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“You don’t control their actions at all? You don’t care about their potential results either?”

For those warriors and fighters, Lu Ping’an really hadn’t been handling them.

He only provided all sorts of intelligence resources, some cheap weaponry, and various knowledge and technical support.

But he still refrained from issuing precise orders, appearing overly Buddhist style as the man behind the scene.

“Who says that, I care very much, investments surely need returns, otherwise, isn’t this making a loss….”

He said it was one thing, but from his expression, Lu Ping’an seemed quite indifferent.

“Can merely their actions yield returns?”

“Heh, this rather fits my reason… I’m quite looking forward to seeing how far they can go holding my investments.”

Losses? That’s not very likely, even if they really face Death, Lu Ping’an can retrieve his cost.

And as long as one truly achieves “results,” even if all other investments are lost, Lu Ping’an thinks it worthwhile.

“Now is the time of Doomsday, the moment for cause-and-effect reckoning, those warriors often carry blood… coupled with my Blessing, what they will encounter as protagonists of this world is really worth expecting.”

Is it new curse techniques? The unique rules of their essence? The lost civilizations and treasures of this world?

The twisted era now should not be the initial civilization of this world, after all, no one would willingly cut a knife on themselves….. They should have been shattered, suffered, and actively adjusted into this state.

Who knows, maybe they might really unearth something.

In some sense, Lu Ping’an now indeed qualifies as the mastermind behind the scenes.

He really can fish for big catches, releasing those baits, even if all were lost, fully absorbing the losses.

Are those warriors entangled with destiny truly ending up empty-handed? Lu Ping’an doesn’t think that will happen.

“Provide them a bit more support… Let the Flying Airship forces take action, enhancing their mobility, as time is too precious right now.”

In the ruins of the world, when the waters of Chaos have boiled, things originally submerged naturally will surface.