I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization-Chapter 436

In the northern part of the Night Union, there was a unique city called "Giant Hive."

Just like its name suggests, the Giant Hive resembled a huge bee's nest. Multiple layers of rooms stacked upon each other, housing a population of over a billion people.

"The Almighty," the Chief Executive Officer of Noy Military, is a well-known dictator.

He used to be an extraordinary individual in the Ring City and had arrived at the Giant Hive several decades ago. He utilized the advanced technology left behind by the ancient civilization called the "annulus" to establish a self-imposed isolation.

With an unparalleled power, the Almighty effortlessly transformed this enormous city into her own personal garden.

The Giant Hive was divided into thousands of chambers, and each chamber resembled a street block where people lived, tightly controlled.

The people lived like bees, buzzing with purpose. Each day, they had to complete their tasks diligently, for any grave mistake or laziness would be deemed as a crime.

Nest number 1889.

It is the chamber closest to the "Royal Platform", and this chamber, however, is not a residential street, but the most famous prison in the "Giant Hive". freёnovelkiss.com

At that moment, in the prison yard, there were nearly a thousand prisoners sitting on the ground. None of them dared to look up, they could only bow their heads and stare at the floor.

A group of women dressed in glamorous black military uniforms, tall and graceful, with beautiful faces, walked forward in a neat formation.

They came to a stop not far from where the prisoners were standing.

Her expression was icy and distant.

They were all very pretty, their golden ponytails shining in the sunlight, and their bodies were nearly perfect. However, there was one small detail... each person's appearance was almost completely identical.

"The Almighty's little daughter"... This group of clone soldiers referred to themselves in such a way.

They were the latest model in the female clone army, specifically enhanced for combat prowess. Each of them possessed extraordinary strength, nearing the level of awakened superhumans.

Clones, this was a group that widely existed in the Giant Hive.

Although the environment they grew up in could cause changes, each batch of clones indeed had nearly identical appearances. The true distinguishing factor that revealed their individual identities, however, was the barcode located on the back of their necks.

Inside the Giant Hive, in an unspoken way, it was actually divided into five classes.

At the highest level of the classes, naturally, was "the Almighty," who had almost absolute power and control over the bodies and minds of everyone.

Everything he did was right, and everything he said was correct. People had to worship him unconditionally, otherwise they would be considered criminals.

The next class consisted of various clones that were mass-produced by the Almighty.

"The Almighty" used advanced technology from a higher civilization to create numerous powerful clones, turning them into her "sons" and "daughters," and she governed the entire city.

The next class is the employees within Noy Military, who are essentially servants of servants, but they ultimately hold a slightly higher social status than ordinary people.

The last two classes are the common people and the rebels.

The rebels have no rights whatsoever. Inside the "Giant Hive," their fate is extremely tragic, often leading to the most brutal and severe executions for their entire families.

From among the clones, a golden-haired woman emerged, gently pressing down her own hat, her face filled with indifference.

"You, all of you, are guilty."

She was Z-12, among the many "Almighty's daughters," Z-12 was the most exceptional out of all.

Since Z-12 was the twelfth clone to mature in this batch, her official name was designated as Z-12.

In just a few years, she attained the power of Crown level. She had once been praised by the all-powerful "Almighty," which elevated her status to a great height.

Z-12 often referred to herself as Partridge in front of others, and she was the only one among this group of clones who didn't tie her hair into a ponytail.

Partridge believed herself to be the most exceptional being among the clones, so she felt the need to stand out. The other "little daughters" dared not speak up about it, though they secretly resented it.

At this moment, under the synthetic sunlight, Partridge coldly glanced at the prisoners and spoke loudly, "Great Father, Lord Almighty, he tirelessly works for the happiness of this city, and everything he does is for the sake of this city..."

"In the outside world, both the Ring City and the Tree City constantly launch attacks against us. It is the great Almighty who defends us against all threats."

"You all know what lies beyond the Night Union! The Air Alliance, the Kingdom of Dark Light, both countries became a human hell a hundred years ago, with suffering and destruction. Father worked tirelessly to keep this city running smoothly, so that you could have a life where you can eat, drink, and sleep... but instead of being grateful, you all had ulterior motives!"

"You all should be sentenced to death!"

She began to shout loudly!

Some of the prisoners trembled in fear, feeling deeply terrified, but they didn't dare to even plead for mercy.

Because if you dared to speak out while the clone commanders were talking, you would truly be instantly executed.

Examples were everywhere.

Just at that moment, the tone of the partridge suddenly became gentle.

"But my dear father is very kind, and he is willing to give you all a chance to reform yourselves here..."

"As long as you can confess properly, the more you can list the names of people with rebellious hearts, the sooner you can get out and atone. Or else, you bunch of scoundrels and swine."

She released a sigh and said,

"I've finished speaking! Work!"

After Partridge finished speaking, she turned around and left. The other clones followed suit, while the prisoners were forced to begin their daily work, mining for ore.

"Hmph, what a bunch of wasteful garbage, coming to this place is simply wasting my precious life."

In the warden's office, Partridge sat with her legs crossed, gently swaying her high boots, indifferent to her position as the warden. In her hands, she held a cup of steaming hot tea.

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While the clone serving as the warden stood to the side, with lowered head and a face full of flattery.

Partridge suddenly said, "Warden, I recently received a report. Someone claimed that the leader of the rebellious army, 'Elene,' is likely hiding in this very prison."

Partridge came here specifically for this matter.

"It's absolutely impossible!"

The warden was shocked and immediately exclaimed, "This report must be unreliable!"

"How can that be?" Partridge didn't even look at him, calmly asking.

The warden said, "Just think about it, it doesn't make any logical sense. The rebels have been causing trouble outside, and if their leader was captured and thrown in prison, why haven't the rebel animals been affected at all?"

Partridge shook her head and said coldly, "I don't know why, but I received secret intelligence that strongly suggests she might be in this prison... and my mission here is to find her among these people."

"But, this can't be..." the warden wanted to continue speaking.

"Boom!"

Partridge's tall boots suddenly kicked him in the lower abdomen, causing the warden to collapse in pain, howling on the ground.

"Don't deny me! Trash!"

She wore a cold, disgusted expression, using her boots to step on the other person's face, applying constant pressure.

"The source of this secret intelligence is undeniable! You foolish swine!"

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After they finished their work mining stones, the prisoners returned to their respective dormitories.

In the face of advanced technology, the iron bars were replaced by specially designed lasers.

A slender young girl with black hair calmly returned to her room. Her three nearby roommates looked at her with disgust, showing no interest in communicating with her.

In fact, they had once "communicated" before, but it was in a way that caused great harm and misery to the frail young girl.

But after all, this person is deaf and mute, so when they picked on her, all she could do was make a few incomprehensible sounds. She never fought back, and now they were all tired of it.

The frail young girl lowered her head and saw a lot of rubbish on her bed, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She simply calmly cleaned up everything.

Finally, the young girl slowly sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall with a tired expression.

It seemed like she was getting sleepy from exhaustion.

After closing her eyes, she heard a voice coming from deep within her heart.

It was the sound of roaring, crying, cannon fire, and the crackling of flames.

[Leader! Leader!]

[We can't hold on much longer. We are completely trapped here by those war machines. It's impossible to escape. It's all because of that wicked chief scientist and his inventions! The firepower is overwhelming, and our main mechs have all been damaged! Leader! What should we do now?!]

Resting against the prison wall, Elene remained calm and composed, quietly pondering within her heart.

(Translated by Gravity Tales ??)

[Head towards three o'clock direction and rush over quickly.]

[Don't be afraid, there is still a thirty percent chance for you to make it back alive.]