Chapter 219 Make a Fortune From the Power of Hope!

Lower Nest District, Had-14 Residential Area.

In the small bedroom, gentle sunlight shines in through the iron window without any cover.

But that is not real sunlight, but the light from the mechanical sun lamp.

The mechanical sun lamp will provide basic lighting for some places in the Lower Nest District that are out of reach of sunlight when the sun rises.

But in order to save energy, the sun lamps are basically dimmed to an undetectable level.

Under such dim light, Lower Nest always maintains a dark and damp side.

And today, the light is so bright that people think it is real sunlight.

The "sunlight" shines on the head of the bed, and the slightly dazzling sunlight wakes up the middle-aged woman on the bed suddenly.

She is Isila, an ordinary worker in the Second Synthetic Food Factory in the D155 District of Lower Nest.

Isila woke up from her sleep, feeling a little uneasy, and her eyes quickly cast on the mechanical clock in the house.

The time is already 7:30.

No, she missed the train to the factory!

Isila's face showed a look of horror, and the fear in her heart quietly spread.

Why didn't the community's mechanical horn ring, or did she sleep too deeply and didn't hear it?

For the workers, arriving at the factory on time to work is a matter of life and death.

Once they are late, more than half of the food quota for this week will be deducted.

In a state of hunger, it will be more difficult for workers to achieve the prescribed work goals, and the food quota will become even less.

In this way, a series of vicious cycles caused by lateness will plunge the whole family into the abyss.

What's more terrible is that according to the royal court decree, once a worker is late or slack twice, it will be recorded.

Those lists will be sent to the suppression troops.

On the execution day, the pickets will randomly select people on the list for execution!

Isila imagined such terrible consequences.

She suddenly remembered that she was late once three years ago, and now it was the second time.

She will be recorded on the execution list!

For a time, Isila was surrounded by deep despair.

There are children at home who need to be raised. If she dies, the children will definitely not survive...

What to do?

In a panic, Isila saw the yellowed book beside the bed.

The book has been read countless times, and the paper has become fragile and brittle, but it can be seen that it is carefully maintained by the owner.

The cover of the book is completely black, without any logo, but the workers all know that it is the Holy Book of Redemption.

Isila was a little stunned: "Why is the Holy Book here?"

Under normal circumstances, the Holy Book will be carefully hidden. If it is discovered by the suppression troops, it will be over.

Looking at the Holy Book of Redemption, she seemed to think of something, and her panic calmed down.

While still in shock, Isila laughed at her stupid behavior:

"I was so stupid. The Holy Scriptures should not have been hidden for a long time...

She sat up, stroked the Holy Scriptures with her rough, scarred hands, and softly chanted a prayer praising the great existence.

When the prayer was over, Isila was no longer afraid, because the savior would protect her.

The panicked behavior just now was just a shadow left by the past.

Now, the light has come, the tyrant died on the throne, and the terrifying execution list no longer exists.

That period shrouded in fear The days in between finally became the past.

What's more, she didn't have to go to work today.

It was a rare day off, something she had never dared to think about before.

Isila got off the bed, avoided the crowded beds, and took out a pack of synthetic food from the storage box quietly.

Pour it into the simple heater and cook it.

This food was distributed yesterday.

The free food was enough for several days in the past, which could fill her and her children's stomachs.

The savior is so good...

She thought while cooking the food.

"Mom! "

The sleeping child was awakened by the smell of synthetic food.

His eyes were shining, staring at the paste in the heating container.

After a while, Isila poured the cooked paste into the iron container, divided it, and placed it on the small dining table.

The child had already sat down at the dining table, drooling at the food on the table.

He obviously wanted to eat, but he still sat straight on the ground without any movement.

Because before eating, there was an important ceremony.

Soon, Isila prayed with the child, thanking the savior for giving them food.

After the prayer, the child grabbed the spoon and prepared to enjoy the food.

Bang——

The sudden explosion scared the child.

He subconsciously covered his mouth with his little hands, not daring to make any sound, and his body was shaking because of fear.

Isila immediately stepped forward and hugged the child, revealing the fear that was difficult to conceal in his eyes.

For people, such a sudden explosion is the most terrifying.

That meant the coming of the massacre.

Eight years ago, Isila's husband died in a suppression operation at the hands of the terrible bloodthirsty warriors created by the tyrant.

It was a brutal massacre.

Fortunately, the great saint Fran took action and killed several bloodthirsty warriors and saved many people.

She also had a baby in her belly, and luckily survived.

More booms came.

The child was even more frightened. Isila was stunned for a moment, but relaxed.

She touched the child's head and comforted him:

"That's the sound of the salute. We are safe and nothing will happen..."

Isila suddenly remembered that the community manager had notified everyone yesterday that there would be salutes today, so everyone didn't need to panic.

Soon, the mother and son regained their composure and concentrated on enjoying the hard-earned food.

Gradually, it became noisy outside, and the melodious hymns came into the room.

After enjoying the food, Isila put on a shabby coat that was obviously one size larger and washed clean for the child.

The child was a little scared and looked at his mother: "Are we going out?"

He was obviously afraid of the outside world, which was caused by the education he received since childhood.

After the tyrant demolished the school, the children had nowhere to go.

But the outside world was too dangerous, so the workers chose to lock the children at home and not let them go outdoors.

They often frightened them and exaggerated the horror of the outside world to prevent them from running around mischievously.

In fact, the workers were not wrong, because too many children died in the chaos outside.

Even adults were often shot or trampled to death because of being involved in the suppression, not to mention those children who had no ability to protect themselves.

Isila's child listened to his mother very much and never ran around.

But now his mother told him that he could go outside.

The child frowned, doubtful: "Isn't it very dangerous outside?"

"That was in the past. Now with the blessing of the Savior, there is no danger outside."

Isila squatted down and helped the child to tidy up his coat:

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that we will go to the community square today to pray to the Savior..."

She said as she tidied:

"In the future, you have to go outside often.

I heard from the superiors outside that the Savior will build a school for us at that time.

Children with special talents can also receive the Savior's gift and go to the academy of the Holy Land to study!"

When the child heard this word, his eyes lit up: "Holy Land, can we really go to the Holy Land?"

His mother often read the contents of the Holy Scripture to him, so he knew the existence of the Holy Land.

It is a sacred place, a pure land like a paradise garden.

People bathed in the warm sunshine and breathed the fresh air.

There is an endless supply of food and abundant resources, and its abundance and richness even surpass the Upper Nest where Emperor Mattila lives.

Only those believers who are recognized by the Savior are lucky enough to step into this holy land.

Enjoy the tranquility and harmony there.

In fact, it is the Upper Nest of Ers.

Over the years, the Upper Nest or the Holy Land has been constantly expanding and building.

Although it is not as exaggerated as described in the Holy Scripture, it is almost the same.

After controlling the star region, with the supply of resources from the entire star region, the Holy Land will be built more beautifully.

Isila smiled and nodded, her eyes full of longing, she also yearned for the legendary holy land.

Unfortunately, people like her have no chance to go there.

Unless his children can go to that academy.

Isila looked at the child with hope:

"That's what the officer said, and it's also recorded in the scriptures. If you work hard, you might be able to go somewhere!"

After tidying up her clothes, Isila took out a cross pendant of the Savior and hung it around the child's neck.

She also had a similar pendant around her neck.

After getting ready, Isila led the child out of the house.

After passing through a long corridor and elevator, they finally walked out of the community building where hundreds of thousands of people lived.

When Isila stepped out of the corridor, her vision suddenly opened up, and the noisy atmosphere came over her.

The noisy laughter and hymns of the crowd were so beautiful.

On the streets, colorful flags and portraits of the Savior were hung everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.

The streets were crowded with people.

People were no longer timid, and their faces were full of smiles.

The restraint and depression of the past were swept away.

Isila stared at all this, stunned, with tears in her eyes.

Is this the world promised by the savior?

She felt that the world in front of her was so bright that she could see things that she couldn't see clearly before.

Isila looked into the distance, and she could see the communities several floors above.

There were also many people on the streets there.

This was the first time she could clearly see the living environment around her. In the past, it was all pitch black.

Now she knew that there were people living there.

In fact, there were hundreds of floors of community buildings above and below Isila, and these communities were home to at least a billion people.

The managers of this area followed the orders of the officials of the celebration preparation committee and specially adjusted the power of the solar lamps.

To ensure that there would be sufficient light today so that today's ceremony could proceed smoothly.

Accompanied by the sound of the sacred bell, Isila led the child to the square in the center of the community.

They would pray there and then witness the arrival of a sacred moment.

25.M42, September 15, that is, today, is a great day in the history of Mattila.

The great and merciful savior descended from the sky and completely rescued the suffering people on this planet from the hands of the tyrant. ‘

Today, he will accept the loyalty of this planet and the people on it.

Even hundreds of years later, the surviving veterans of hundreds of battles still remember the grand occasion of this day.

Recalling the heroic figure of the great savior and the smiles on people's faces at that time...

People call this day: Mattila Return Day.

According to the interpretation of the "Sacred Book of Redemption", every time the savior liberates a world, a return day will be established.

To celebrate the upcoming days of freedom, peace and happiness.

The glory of the savior dispels suffering.

People should be grateful and offer their only and unreserved loyalty to the savior on that day and every day in the future.

The same celebration will be held on the same day of every year in the future to celebrate the return day.

On this day, people do not need to work, can get free food, and are completely immersed in the grand celebration.

The only thing people have to do is to express gratitude and blessings to the great and benevolent savior.

Boom boom boom——

9999 salutes exploded at the same time.

Dozens of fighter squadrons flew over the throne square, throwing ribbons to the crowd below.

On the throne square, colorful flags fluttered, and hundreds of meters long portraits of the savior were hung on airships everywhere.

In the middle of the square, there was a podium several dozen meters high.

Around the podium were circles of people.

The closest circle was Bayev, Carter, Kaul, Yari, Kes, Duke, Pru and other core high-level officials.

Then came the Void Angels, War Angels, Battle Sister Warriors, and the commanders of the Navy Fleet and Storm Group Army.

Further back were the remaining nobles of Mattila, most of whom secretly believed in the savior and secretly supported the resistance army.

So they still existed in the power structure after the war.

All they could do was adapt to the new environment and completely obey the arrangements and leadership of the savior.

Next to the noble team were the high-level rebels from all over the country, headed by Brown. They came from all over and gathered together.

On the podium, Bishop Doni guided people to pray, praying to the golden sun and the savior.

All of this will be broadcast live in real time and transmitted to video equipment all over the planet.

When the blessing ceremony is over, the crowd will quiet down and quietly wait for the arrival of the savior.

Under the stage, Ron is sitting and making final preparations. This time he is not wearing the golden power armor.

Instead, he is wearing a complicated and gorgeous dark golden robe.

This is an important moment.

He will announce the return of Mattila and then officially take over the position of the governor of the star region.

Of course, all this is a bit hasty, but there is no way.

Ron needs to make a thorough change to the power structure and management methods of the entire Mattila and integrate it into his own ruling structure.

There are too many things to do, and time is precious.

Only by officially taking over the position of the governor of the star region can he have enough reasons and legal principles to promote these changes.

And he can expand his tentacles to the entire star region.

"Savior, it's time for you to show up..."

The head maid Linda came over and gently reminded.

Ron nodded slightly, stood up and walked down the stairs into the elevator, which then slowly rose and carried him to the podium.

Having experienced many such occasions, he was very familiar with it. In the foreseeable future, he would experience more such occasions.

Ron slowly raised his head and looked at the endless crowd.

In silence, the complex machinery under the podium slowly started, emitting a low and powerful hum.

As the machinery operated, beams of light shot from the ground to the sky, gradually converging into a huge virtual image of the savior nearly a thousand meters high.

This image was so magnificent that it seemed like a miracle had come.

Even from dozens of kilometers away, the virtual image was clearly visible.

It overlooked the crowd below, and its majestic posture and shocking visual effects made people feel awe!

The crowd held their breath and looked up at the great existence that suddenly appeared.

This... is their savior!

Suddenly, the huge virtual image of the savior spoke with majesty:

"The suffering is over, cheer for the people of Mattila..."

After a moment of silence-

The crowd was boiling, people shouted for the savior, and gave all their enthusiasm to him.

The huge virtual image of the savior turned its body and scanned the people in the square, and the cheers became louder.

At the same time, the same picture spread to the entire planet.

The planet was boiling!

On the podium, Ron's ears were echoing with waves from all directions, one after another, as if he heard the cheers of the entire planet's human beings.

He could feel people's emotions, so strong.

This planet and the more than 80 billion people living on it are offering him gratitude and loyalty.

The power formed by the emotions is so powerful, it comes from every corner, from every heart.

In the end, it converged into an indescribable resonance, a connection deep in the heart.

At the same time, Ron could feel that the energy of the little sun was gradually increasing and its size was further expanding.

He... would gain the most powerful force of hope in history!