CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 144: SOUTHWARD MIGRATION!

After reading the records preserved in the underground nuclear facility, most of the mysteries in Chen Jian’s heart had been explained.

The paranoid Huadu Queen, the conservative yet scattered Holy Blood Temple, the terrifying combat power of the Mimic Heretics, the bloodthirsty and berserk Terror Demons...

And of course, the humans still surviving on the wasteland.

They are all inheritors of the Imperial Capital Base.

But everyone and every "species" here has only inherited a very small part of the legacy.

It is like the descendants of a vast family, who after the great patriarch has left, can only survive on the limited legacy.

And the opportunity to restore the family’s glory might never come again.

But fortunately, they survived.

And those former survivors, perhaps their greatest hope lies here as well.

To live on.

Chen Jian put away the PDA and looked up at the "Holy Father."

The other person also saw the recorded content. Although he couldn’t understand most of the information, at that moment, he knew his origin.

"The academy... so that’s what it means."

His face showed a mixed expression of emotions.

"I never really understood why our... ancestors called themselves the ’Academy.’"

"Now I finally understand."

"They were indeed a group of great scholars."

The man paused at this point.

Then, he looked at Chen Jian and said:

"My questions have been answered."

"Thank you, lords of the Huaxia Army."

"You may not be our ’Holy Father,’ but at least... we are actually brothers sharing the same bloodline."

"Holy Blood... is not a different breed."

The last sentence almost exhausted all his strength, and Chen Jian saw relief in his eyes.

So, have these Holy Blood always been trapped by such a sense of "self-identity" loneliness?

Yes.

Thinking from another perspective, if he had been a Holy Blood from the moment he was born, he might also have grown apart from the other "ordinary people" in this world.

After all, if even the race is different, then so-called "integration" is just an empty phrase.

But now, in that desperate, painful, but grand struggle, all barriers have automatically vanished into thin air.

Chen Jian looked at Ji Xing and the two others standing not far away, and in their eyes, there was a twinkle Chen Jian had never seen before.

Xie Liu was even crying.

Chen Jian couldn’t fully empathize with the emotions of this somewhat sentimental Holy Blood at this moment, but he didn’t find her reaction exaggerated.

Because he knew, when Xie Liu talked about the so-called Holy Blood, the word she mentioned the most was "monster."

She probably always thought she was of the same kind as monsters, not humans.

This time, she finally learned her true origin...

Chen Jian lifted his head and slowly exhaled.

He looked at the Holy Father again and then asked:

"We have solved your problem and shown our sincerity."

"Now, what about your sincerity?"

The man looked straight into Chen Jian’s eyes and replied:

"My sincerity is the Holy Blood Temple."

"From now on, from this moment onwards, the Holy Blood Temple will cooperate with your actions unconditionally."

"All the secrets of the Holy Blood Temple will be revealed to you, and the secrets I refer to are everything I know."

"It was only 150 years ago that the Holy Blood Temple was truly established."

"Our birth came from a split that cannot be called a rebellion."

"After the split, we lost contact with the real Holy Father, but we still retained much knowledge, equipment, and methods."

"Among them is the method of reproducing and giving birth to new Holy Blood by relying on a single proto-body."

"I will hand all of this over to you."

"But whether to use it is up to you."

"As the records left by the Holy Fathers say, their purpose was simply to continue human survival. Clearly, we people are merely by-products of the research."

"Perhaps at the right time, we should also conform to the general trend and exit history..."

"No need to be in such a hurry."

Chen Jian waved his hand and said:

"You still have your roles."

"Yes."

The man nodded and continued to speak:

"But I can no longer claim the name of the Holy Father—call me Lin Shen."

"So, Lin Jing is your what?"

Lei Jie suddenly asked from the side.

"My mother."

Lin Shen responded without hesitation.

Chen Jian looked at Lin Shen in surprise but then nodded with understanding.

The "Queen" who could obtain so much information, in the Holy Blood Temple, obviously couldn’t just be a "common" monitor.

He should have thought earlier that the two had an extraordinary connection.

"...She died, you know that?"

Chen Jian asked.

"She took a wrong path."

"Or perhaps, it was I who took the wrong path."

"My arrogance drove her away, she didn’t have to do that."

"But I had no choice."

There was a flash of sorrow in Lin Shen’s eyes, and Chen Jian finally understood what the "hidden danger" mentioned by the man called Lin Yu referred to.

This could indeed only be called a hidden danger.

Chen Jian did not probe further, but nodded at Lin Shen.

"Let’s go, there’s nothing here we need anymore."

Chen Jian turned to Lei Jie and continued:

"You coordinate with Fu Xi to get the secret key, then enter the nuclear stockpile to check the condition of the warheads."

"If there are well-preserved warheads, find a way to take them all."

"The beast tide has already begun, and the challenges we face are far from over."

"In this world, wanting to survive isn’t that easy..."

"By the way, the fusion reactor at Facility 001 is still working. Although its condition is poor, creating such a spare part isn’t something we can do in the short term."

"Dismantle and take it away. If it can’t be taken apart, at least take the fuel."

"Understood."

Lei Jie nodded, then laughed to himself and said:

"Facility 001’s focus is indeed not on equipment... fortunately, there’s enough information. This trip wasn’t in vain."

"But honestly, the losses are a bit high."

"So, did we lose or did we gain in the end?"

Before Chen Jian could answer, Lin Shen, standing aside, suddenly raised his hand.

Then he spoke:

"Your losses will be compensated by the Holy Blood Temple."

"I know you don’t need more equipment or more weapons."

"But you definitely need companions to get through the disaster together."

"I will issue the last order in the name of the Holy Father."

"Except for the necessary Holy Blood left to protect civilians, a large part of the Holy Blood Temple will be relocated to Jinling."

"Similarly, a portion of the people under the Holy Blood Temple’s governance will also gradually and successively migrate south with us."

"This is the greatest help I can offer you."

"The beast tide is imminent, and civilians without shelter will become the greatest sacrifices."

"I hope... you can let these people, let more people, survive!"