Mystery Makes Me Strong

A group of priests quarreled.

And such scenes are everywhere.

Around the two issues of "whether it is to improve the living conditions of the workers" and "whether the workers are willing to give birth after the improvement", the churches and palaces in every place have fallen into fierce debate.

As for why there are no farmers, sorry for this era, there are no farmers.

All lands, forests, pastures, fisheries, seas, deserts... belong to kings, nobles and priests...

Even if you grow vegetables and food on the land, you are also an agricultural worker, not a serf, because the church does not allow slavery.

Allowing slavery had a bad effect: a large number of people were immobile and bound to the lands of kings and nobles.

Churches in small places are okay, but where can churches in big cities find rich believers?

The upper-class figures are like queen bees, laying eggs one after another.

The female bees stay, and then a very small number of the strongest drones are kept, and the others are driven into society.

They do not have any means of production and can only be workers.

The result of the debate is: first issue incentives to see how much subsidies workers can get from the church, king and nobles for one child.

Unfortunately, the problem is that most of the females are in the backyards of the old men. If the workers want to give birth, they need someone to cooperate with them...

Fortunately, nature is fair, and there are always people who are randomly compared to unlucky ones.

They can also marry women who are either too old or too ugly...

The eyes of the old man are very high.

Young ugly women who still have the ability to bear children have become popular, and hundreds of men will compete for one of them.

In this situation, a powerful, violent, and destructive force of darkness is spreading rapidly.

Another riot occurred.

The workers in a certain factory couldn't bear it anymore and smashed the machine that made them work hard every day. Of course, they would not think about the innocence of the machine itself.

As usual, the master of the factory sent bodyguards with supernatural powers to suppress them. Yes, even the patrolmen didn't need to be dispatched, they were already familiar with this.

The bodyguard captain, Freddie, is a cruel man.

What he likes most is to use the divine power bestowed by the master to turn it into an iron hook and hook people on it, just like hanging a pig to death!

Today, it's time for him to enjoy again!

He came to the gate of the factory and blocked the workers who were wreaking havoc in the factory!

The reason for the riot is said to be that the master misappropriated the wages that were to be paid to buy the stocks of the plantation in the new colony. As a result, a natural disaster occurred, the plantation was destroyed, and the stock fell directly to a horrible point.

The master then announced that there would be no salary for the next three months.

It's no wonder the workers didn't riot, because without wages for a month, they will be evicted from their rented houses!

But that's not about Freddie.

He just looked at the irritable workers arrogantly: "I can still give you a chance to hand over the leader, and the others will not die."

As he spoke, a sharp iron hook suddenly emerged from his left hand, with a long iron chain behind the hook.

Many workers were silent, no one spoke.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd threw a rusty iron wrench at him!

Nobody wants to maintain these production tools...

Then there are countless wrenches!

The wrench is heavy and heavy, and if it hits someone, it will definitely kill someone!

However, Freddy smiled coldly, and the next moment, the iron hook automatically rotated in the air, like a propeller, and directly knocked all the wrenches back!

"Ah!" Someone was hit by a wrench and collapsed to the ground.

"Hahaha, you stupid pigs, idiots, trash, you don't know how to study hard, so you can only work here!"

"If you can learn 100 points from an early age like me, will you still have to do such hard work?"

"Idiot, idiot, trash!"

Freddy laughed wildly.

At this time, he was extremely grateful to his mother who was cruel to him. When he wanted to roll around and play like other children, he was forced to study by his mother with whips and hungry meals.

Fortunately, he is the type that can be forced to come out, and he doesn't feel rebellious and doesn't want to learn because of the beating. Instead, he wants to study hard to beat his mother in the face.

There are actually quite a few people like this, and of course there are more people who develop a rebellious mentality and give up on themselves.

Therefore, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude will be popular, but the cost is too high.

Just when Freddy was rampant and proud, suddenly a long tentacle flew over from the crowd and directly knocked his iron hook away!

Then there are countless ones, passing through one by one, stringing him directly in the air, like a fly falling into a spider's web!

"Ah!" Freddy cried out in pain, but the cry lasted only a few seconds before he died.

"Praise the God of Darkness!" People cried out in surprise when they saw this scene.

"Rebellion, this is rebellion!"

Seeing this, the other bodyguards shot, some turned into shields with divine power, and some turned around and slipped away.

Only a fool would fight a group of monsters for the annual salary of hardware dinars!

God couldn't let him do that either.

Not surprisingly, more than a dozen bodyguards were given to thousands of workers with dark supernatural powers for nothing.

Finally, when cleaning the scene, it took a lot of effort to find some of the remaining hair of these bodyguards, and other things were thrown into the machine and twisted.

And that's just the beginning.

More places, more workers rose up, and more factories were destroyed.

The Temple of Darkness began to appear in places where the riots were most intense.

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"Damn it, a group of poor people want to rebel and kill their masters. They have forgotten that without us providing factories, where will they earn wages? Where will they go to eat and live in houses?"

A factory lord said angrily. His factory had just been destroyed by workers, and most of the bodyguards he sent were dead.

Turned to the local policeman for help, but was told that the policeman had been sent to protect the cathedral, and his factory could only be protected by himself.

The receptionist replied at that time: "Don't you have a thousand sons? Armed with five hundred, it is enough to protect your factory. Oh, sorry, I forgot, your 990 sons are all you look down on Bastards, thrown out of the estate at fifteen to fend for themselves."

The receptionist appears to be one of those who was thrown out.

"What should we do now? The king can't send troops, and the priests seem to have some kind of conspiracy, so they haven't moved." Someone asked doubtfully.

"What conspiracy? Don't they just want to wait for us to die, and then auction off our inheritance at a low price, mainly land. They have money in the church, but they can't buy land, so they can't control food." Someone retorted.

"It seems that we have to build our own guards. We have ten bodyguards in our family. We need the most elite ones, who can maximize the use of divine power, instead of using divine power as a squander to satisfy our own enjoyment. This kind of waste is not suitable for this world at all. !"