In front of Zhuang not far away, line of prompts are flowing:

"The industrial system of the Industrial Party, like the covenant of the estate owner, is the most important component of the Industrial Party. The 'Fire Gathering' believes that the flame has infinite power, whether it is the huge furnace that drives the giant war dogs or the huge volcano that drives the factory, they are their creations."

"You got the token of the factory owner Ronghe, a terrible mask, and anyone who sees it will be afraid."

"Are the estate allowed to conduct in-depth analysis of the token? The action will consume a lot of points, but it may decrypt part of the information about the 'fire energy gathering'."

Deciphering some information about "fire gathering energy"? Zhuang Buyuan's eyes immediately lit up.

The huge power of the "volcano manufacturing machine", let alone Nut State, even Zhuang Buyuan is very jealous of it.

It can be used as the energy that factory owners like because they can indeed release huge energy.

This energy may not be as elegant and high-end as the "controllable nuclear fusion" envisioned by humans, but its design ideas can also be said to be clear and clear.

There is a huge energy in this world. We don’t need to “create” energy, we just need to draw out the existing energy.

Although it seems that the volcanic manufacturing machine has a low utilization rate of energy, it cannot withstand its own large amount. So far, all the energy released by human creations that Zhuang Buyuan has seen is far less than that released by the "volcanic manufacturing machine".

If you can understand the information about "fire energy gathering", even if you cannot manufacture it, you can at least repair the damaged volcanic manufacturing machines in the volcanic factories.

With a good wish, Zhuang Buyuan took a look at his points and then became deflated.

Because the necessary personnel have not been perfected, the operation efficiency of the manor has not been too high. In the previous battle with Indigo, Zhuang Buyuan continuously activated the power of the great power of the God-building power, so now the points have almost bottomed out.

If you want to crack the "fire energy gathering", you should earn points first.

If you want to earn points, you must first make up for the manor staff and make up for the manor's buildings...

After doing this, Zhuang Buyuan sighed again.

What are you thinking? Move the bricks first!

He put the mask in his hand on his face, and after a few clicks, the mask fitted on the face not far away from Zhuang, wrapping up all the exposed skin, and then asked the old boom beside him: "How?"

Lao Bolong opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.

Zhuang Buyuan looked in the mirror, and what appeared in the mirror was a completely different face.

Although this face looks different, it still has a vague shadow of the village, and it is impossible to see that it is ugly or even handsome.

But for some reason, people feel scared at first sight and hardly dare to look up.

This made the Zhuang not far away think of the manor's brutal scrutiny skills. I really don't know whether this skill was created first by the manor or invented first by the factory owner.

But there is no doubt that this mask completely met Zhuang Buyuan's expectations.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Buyuan waved his hand, "Let's go and have a look!"

"When I see these unruly people!" Indigo also shook his head, "Go together! Go together!"

It seems as if he can run away with his legs.

This resettlement area of ​​the volcanic factory is temporarily called the "Fusang District". Kobayashi and Takata worked here for several days and finally established the basic order. According to the area where these people were swallowed by the volcanic debris flow, seventeen areas were divided into seventeen areas.

The 2.8 million people are almost the total population of a medium-sized city, and the number of people in each area is more than 100,000. At this time, a black cloud was shrouded in the sky above Fusang District, which was the big black, separating the seventeen areas.

Seventeen districts are basically arranged into a circle, with a tall and huge tower in the middle.

Judging from the structure of the tower, this tower should be the garrison of the management agencies and garrisons. In the era of Yongge, it should also be a complete living area. It is perfect to place the Fusang people here.

At this time, there were almost turmoil in these seventeen areas.

In addition to some of the tourists stranded in Fusang Prefecture, most of the people in the manor who were received by the village not far away were Fusang people. They had no idea what was going on. They thought they were dead, but who would have thought they would still wake up.

But after they woke up, the world was completely different. Facing the strange world, they lost the constraints of their original environment, and the human self-protection nature and the aggressiveness in their bones were aroused.

At the same time, their bad natures are also stimulated.

In fact, long before they came to this world, the government power of Fusang Prefecture had been weakened to the extreme and the order had long been unbalanced.

This change in the environment has made many people feel indulgent and then dying with peace of mind.

In recent days, if Lao Bolun had not sent someone to suppress him strongly, anything would have happened.

Even so, Lao Bolong saw all kinds of ugliness.

The ethnic group of Fusangzhou looks polite on the surface, but some of the things in their bones are really unspeakable.

Or maybe this is human nature.

Lao Bolong is a relatively traditional Nashinian. He attaches great importance to honor and order. He really can't stand it anymore and doesn't know how to stop these people, so he came to Zhuang Buyuan for help.

At this time, a chaotic scene was taking place on the streets of Fusang District 17. Two greasy middle-aged men with upper bodies exposed with tattoos were blocked by a woman who looked at at most twenty years old in the corner.

"Help...Help..." The woman struggled desperately, but many people next to her just turned their faces away.

These two greasy men are the small leaders of a small violent group. In Fusang Prefecture, due to the suppression of the anti-violence laws, they have long since disappeared from their former prestige. When walking on the street, everyone shouted and beaten, and they had to clamp their tails to behave.

When the disaster came, they took advantage of their large numbers of people and robbed a lot of food.

After Qian Wu, the representative of the Fusang Violent Group, became the Fusang Sword God, the violent group that everyone shouted to beat was transformed and suddenly became proud and did a lot of bad things, but no one dared to take care of them.

But at that time they had to worry about the police, but at this time the world changed, so they naturally did whatever they wanted.

Not far from the village, Indigo?, Lao Bolun and three others stood on the tower, looking down at the bottom.

At a glance, there were countless dirty things, which made Zhuang Buyuan's face turn ashen.

"These untouchables are so arrogant." Indigo said coldly: "Boy Zhuang, I suggest you slaughter Ban!"

"Mao Ban?" Zhuang Buyuan was stunned.
Chapter completed!