Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Lin Heng, standing behind the leader of the Blood Hand Clan, was thinking about Titus's advice yesterday. Lin Heng's goal has now changed from survival to exploration. Since he has the ability to move up a step, Lin Heng is happy to see this happen.

Lin Heng was thinking as the door in front of him slowly opened. They were now at the top of a spire. The space of the entire building was extremely vast, and the ceiling above their heads was more than ten meters away, making the sounds of their footsteps seem unusually empty.

In the following time, various clans and nobles arrived one after another. Lin Heng also saw the War Scorpion Clan. The gang members looked at each other and couldn't stand each other. If they were in another place, they might have started fighting.

A view of a nest tower in a certain nest city, very Gothic and church-like

Orwell poked Lin Heng and introduced him to the background of those present.

“There are three forces in total: the clans in the middle, the guilds in the upper levels, and the lords at the top of the nest.

We basically accept missions from the guild, and then assign them to the gangs in the bottom nest based on the missions.

There are six clans in total, namely Bloody Hand, Scorpion, Seiko, Leviathan, Volter and Skechers.

And those guilds are organizations in charge of energy, such as the Electricity Guild, the Pyrotechnics Guild, the Water Purification Guild, the Corpse Guild, the Air Guild, the Spiritual Medicine Guild, the Drilling Guild, and more than a dozen of them.

A certain hive, leader of the Pyrotechnics Guild

They are the most powerful existence besides the lords and official forces.

And Lord Helton, who sits in the center, represents the official power of the hive city and decides the life and death of hundreds of millions of people!"

Lin Heng followed Orwell's gesture and looked at Lord Helton who was present. He was not tall and his gray hair was a little sparse.

His body was probably a little hunched due to long-term hard work, but the look in his eyes was still sharp. Lin Heng thought that only a leader with an iron-blooded policy could keep such a chaotic nest under control.

And with the arrival of the lord, the entire tower gradually became quiet.

"The 785th Hive Conference has begun. Do the guilds have anything to say?"

"The Transport Guild is speaking. Lord, there are more and more looters in the wasteland now. In a year, 30% to 40% of our goods are looted.

And now their weapons and equipment are gradually upgraded, and they can even produce military vehicles such as armored transport vehicles! I think someone must be behind this!"

"The Pyrotechnics Guild has spoken. That's right, especially coal, fuel oil and other energy sources that have been robbed the most!

Our guild’s customers no longer want to buy from us, which has caused us considerable losses.”

"The Electricity Guild has spoken. So, Lord, it is necessary to promote the innovation of electric energy. Those trains that can be equipped with reactors.

"If you can use multiple twin laser heavy machine guns, then those looters who try to rob trains or transport vehicles will be nothing!"

"..."

More than a dozen guilds rushed to speak, and Lin Heng also heard clearly the open and secret struggles among them. Just on the issue of the looters, there were several different opinions.

The Pyrotechnics Guild and the Electricity Guild are having some conflicts. Others' loss of money might be the way for some guilds to make money.

As a result, these guilds were arguing with each other and passing the buck for a long time.

"enough!"

Lord Helton said, and the guild representatives immediately quieted down.

"The problem is clear, and the official council of the hive has also discussed countermeasures. The authorities will also solve the problem as soon as possible.

Especially regarding the raiders in the wasteland, you can try to recruit those scum from the bottom nest. Their lives are worthless.

The clan leads the battle, solving the problem of the wasteland and reducing the pressure on the bottom nest at the same time."

The crowd was bustling, unanimously agreeing with the lord's statement. The guilds that were arguing just now have now become friends again. After all, where there is war, there is money to be spent.

The burning of money must be due to energy, weapons, medicines, etc. And all the guilds present are related to it.

So when they heard that they could make money again, everyone smiled with satisfaction. When the clans heard this, they were eager to try, hoping to get the lion's share.

"Next, what do you have to do, clans?"

"The Scorpion Clan is speaking. Lord, our mid-level factory has been sabotaged by spies.

Someone in the know said that it was the other clans who were responsible for our failure to complete the orders for the Astra Militarum on time, and the Electricity Guild even fined us for this.

We must find out who is behind this kind of thing. If you don’t dare to do it openly, it’s better to get out of here.”

"The Seiko Clan has spoken! Yes, our factory has also been damaged by human beings. You, Lord, are also aware of this.

These acts of sabotage were premeditated. Since the other party is playing dirty, there is no need for us to treat him well. We will make him pay double when the time comes!"

"..."

The Scorpion Clan and the Seiko Clan talked and looked at the Blood Hand Clan. Lin Heng suddenly felt a headache. He was involved in both of these operations.

Other clans were also talking about certain situations, and even Horton spoke passionately about the situation there, but from the information Lin Heng knew, Horton was just arguing.

This made Lin Heng feel a little embarrassed, and he muttered to himself.

'I left quickly, as soon as I found an opportunity. I joined the clan to find out the situation. I would do anything to survive in troubled times.

It's okay, Lin Heng. You have tried to reduce casualties as much as possible. If Orwell had done it, dozens of people might have died.'

In this way, Lin Heng comforted himself and calmed down. Like the other people in the Blood Hand Clan, he looked at others with a tense look.

The clans argued with each other, played catch-up, promised this and cheated that.

Anyway, they just didn't like each other all year, so during the day, they didn't come up with any serious answers except for cursing at each other.

But after all, the meeting will last for three days, and many issues will not be resolved until the last minute.

So in the next two days, conflicts broke out among the guilds and clans. If it weren't for the suppression of Lord Helton, they would have almost come to blows. Helton, who represented the official power, also issued some instructions.

About energy, about war, about the bottom nest, about this planet. After listening for a long time, Lin Heng realized that things just passed by like this, and few things were explained clearly. Then he didn't know what the point of organizing such a meeting was.

"Lin Heng, get your stuff ready, the most dangerous time has come. The parliamentary time is over, now is the time to settle grudges!" Orwell said quietly.

Lin Heng looked at the people who were leaving and no one spoke. They all stared at the ground in front of them, deliberately avoiding eye contact with other clans or guilds.

There were hundreds of people in the team, and there was no noise except the "clattering" sound of their footsteps.

It's like the silence you get when you're having a meal with strangers and suddenly realize you have nothing to say.

Although his mind was full of emotions, he had nothing to say. At this moment, everyone had their own thoughts in their mind.

"This is still Helton's territory. Once we leave the hotel and get in the car, life and death will be in our own hands.

Guilds and clans are all our enemies, and the official law enforcement team will also be on the scene, so don't think they will help us.

Because they will only control the battles that are allowed to be controlled to prevent our battles from hurting those noble elites. So if you are caught by them, then you can only wish for the best!"

...

"Hurry up! Everyone get in the car and check your guns. Anyone who tries to get close, no matter who he is, just shoot him!"

Outside the hotel, the engines roared, and the Blood Hand Clan's convoy had assembled. As soon as Horton got on the car, the convoy immediately left for the gate.

At this moment, the crowd no longer had the comfort they had when they first arrived. They stretched their weapons out of the window and nervously observed the reactions of every passerby.

At every intersection and every alley, everyone's nerves were extremely tense, and they were careful about hidden enemies.

But fortunately, there were no dangers along the way. The convoy drove onto the highway and the wall in the distance gradually became clear.

Just when everyone thought they would be able to return to the middle level soon, the vehicles on the highway slowly stopped.

Orwell stuck his head out and took a look through the telescope. He immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly picked up the radio in the car and shouted:

"Motorcycle team, clear the blockage ahead! Other vehicles, be on alert all around!"

Several motorcycles rushed into the group of cars and used flexible movement to approach the blocked vehicles. Four or five cars in front blocked the road due to a series of scratches.

A group of successful people, all dressed elegantly, were accusing each other, and the heated arguments sounded quite vulgar.

"Move the car! Quickly!"

Those successful people all had a high opinion of themselves. When they saw the other party driving a shabby motorcycle, like the lowest-level law enforcer, they rolled their eyes and ignored him, then turned around and started arguing with others.

"Drafted!"

"Oh!"

Seeing that the other party was not talkative, the guard decided to let him never talk again, and pulled out a large-caliber pistol to reward the other party with a "peanut".

The bullet penetrated the head instantly, and then the whole thing exploded, and a large amount of brain matter splattered on the faces and bodies of those elites.

Screams suddenly resounded throughout the viaduct. The rest of the people, without the need for the guards to remind them, got into the car and jumped out.

Just when Orwell thought everything was going well, the sound of Lin Heng loading his gun made him feel disappointed again.

"There's a convoy behind us!"

"Everyone break out! Protect the leader and evacuate!"

Orwell put down the radio, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, directly knocking away the vehicles blocking the road and clearing a path.

Then the motorcycle team turned around and rushed back. The three cars behind them blocked the road again. Titus pulled the bolt and raised the car-mounted machine gun to aim at the oncoming people.

And when the convoy behind showed no intention of slowing down, the battle began.