Blood of Mercury

boom--

Just as Roland and his party walked out of the alley, they saw that the house where the undead lived in Ribren Street collapsed with a loud explosion, falling down layer by layer, and the five-story high-rise building was under the influence of gravity. It collapsed, stirring up the dust and making a loud noise.

However, there was no light or fire in the explosion of such a mighty force.

From this point of view, the bomb was detonated about right below the house. The underground structure of the entire house was directly blown up and collapsed layer by layer in desperation.

However, there should be the prison in Rib Street.

How on earth did the professor put the bomb there?

The people were full of doubts.

But before everyone could rush there, a huge fireball rose from the ruins, blasting the fragments of the building directly, and smashing the surrounding buildings into a sieve at a very high initial speed.

But it's not over...

Those building fragments that flew upwards were wrapped in thick flames as thick as pulp, and scattered freely in the sky like rain, igniting the surrounding houses.

Not to mention the pedestrians on the road. The debris falling from a height of several hundred meters is wrapped in flames that can scorch people in an instant, or the high-speed debris that blows the surrounding houses into smoke without even being able to see, slaughtered the pedestrians on the street. do.

The power of the two explosions is so terrifying—

Even if they were three blocks away, everyone could feel the power of that almost natural disaster.

I don't know who is taking the lead. They all bowed their heads to Roland.

If Roland hadn't suddenly asked them to abandon the plan to penetrate the sewers on Rib Street all the way to the ground and go up under Qingguo Avenue, I'm afraid they would have been unavoidable now. The casualties were wounded by the sudden attack.

But now, seeing that the undead's house was blown up like that, it seems that Roland and the others are no longer needed to kill them.

If the bomb was made by the professor, it meant that the professor had personally killed the undead once.

Now even if Roland and the others capture the undead and give it to the professor, it probably won't work.

What's more, considering the power of that explosion, I'm afraid I'll have to figure out a way to snap it off the wall to find the undead...

"Lord Orlando. What shall we do now?"

Deck bowed his head respectfully and asked, and the others also cast expectant and submissive glances.

If it is said that the undead cannot be exchanged for the forgiveness of the professor. Then the city of wealth will still be in a crisis that cannot be eliminated...

——However, no one noticed that, for some unknown reason, their desires had been distorted from self-preservation to a broader dimension.

Roland didn't respond. He just fixedly looked at the dying homeless people on the street, and suddenly chuckled as if he had discovered something.

"Cheer up, kids. We're not destroyers, we're saviors," Roland's voice was hoarse and gentle, with obvious goodwill. "Now it's time for the saviors to save others. Isn't it?"

Facing everyone's puzzled gazes, Roland pointed his finger at the homeless people who could be seen everywhere on the street.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"A tramp? A dying man? No. No—they're messengers. They're messengers of hope."

"Now the city of wealth is overrun with fire and explosions, and it's unsettled, dangerous, and chaotic."

Roland raised his hand and pointed to the house where the undead was completely destroyed by the explosion, and his tone gradually became excited: "Under the threat of explosion. Everyone on this street may die in the next second, and home is not synonymous with safety. Mud, stone and civil structures are not much safer than paper against bombs."

"No matter how well-behaved children are, they can't let the bombs not go to their homes, and even death row prisoners may escape from the bombed-up prison."

"—In this case, the rules of the city of wealth are no different from jokes. Come and tell me. I have proved it to you with facts, as long as you obey my orders. I can save you."

The corner of Roland's mouth twitched, and a disturbing arc was carved on his fair chin: "So, we can replace him."

Everyone's breathing was stagnant.

Instead-

Their eyes lit up.

That's right, once the leader of Rib Street dies - or dies once, his power will almost be divided up. But no one said that it was only the rulers of those other streets who divided these forces.

If Lord Orlando can replace the undead and occupy Rib Street, then the first to follow Roland will also jump from ordinary people at the bottom of the city of wealth to executors of power, and become genuine privileged people!

"Lord Roland! What do you need us to do?"

Even the old Joseph on the side had his eyes shining, and his breath was a little rough.

Few of the priests of the Lord of Shadows are rich. Limited to doctrine, they cannot use money earned by normal means.

This almost leaves the vast majority of pastors on the brink of poverty.

It is precisely because of this kind of teaching and supervision that many pastors, even if they had compassion in their hearts at the beginning, soon had to give up all their restraint and spare no effort to survive for their own sake.

However, this doctrine also has its flaws.

A priest of the Lord of Shadows would not be allowed to take a job elsewhere to earn wages - but if he was hired as a consultant by a regional ruler of Fortune City, he could be charged with "scheming for the wicked" Launder money.

However, basically no one is willing to hire the priest of the Lord of Shadows, especially in the city of wealth.

That's because deception and betrayal are also the domain of the Dark Lord. And the more deceitful and betrayal a place is, the more people care about these things.

However, now old Joseph just offered his loyalty to Roland in the name of an ordinary assassin, and did not reveal his identity - at least in his opinion, he did not reveal his identity.

To his surprise, his lord "Orlando" ignored him, just shook his head and walked towards a homeless man in front of him.

But when old Joseph saw the face of the homeless man in front of Roland, his expression had to change.

"Kaka?"

Old Joseph looked over there in disbelief.

Kakarit - that is his colleague, one of the twelve priests sent to the city of wealth with him.

Joseph Sr. remembered that he had a seven-year-old daughter. Kakarit had shown Joseph Sr. a picture of her at the party the other night. so cute.

"How could he be... like this?"

Under the circumstance that everyone didn't pay much attention, Old Joseph put away his hippie smile, and the cold light of a feline flickered in his narrowed eyes.

Just by looking at it, he could know what kind of torture Kakarit had suffered.

His neck was cracked and blood was dripping. There were two gray-black marks with blood scabs near the wound, and the vicinity was full of blisters, and even pus had begun to flow.

It must have been sprinkled with salt.

The injury was probably carefully scalded by a soldering iron—or perhaps it was a baked red iron collar.

Apart from this possibility, Old Joseph could never imagine what kind of injury would be able to cause a person's neck to suffer such a degree of burns without dying.

And the nails of his ten fingers were violently pulled out with pliers, and two of them were also roughly crushed by the phalanx due to the executioner's craftsmanship.

At the same time, Old Joseph noticed that the index finger, middle finger, and thumb of Kakarite's right hand were pierced by iron nails full of rust and rust.

Seeing this~www.NovelMTL.com~ Old Joseph's brain was almost boiled with surging anger——

Those pigs and dogs are not as good as beasts!

Originally, the wound on Kakarit's neck was already easily infected, especially now that the explosion and dust in the city of wealth are floating around, and if you take a big breath, you will choke and cough...

Old Joseph couldn't help but cast his expectant eyes on Roland.

Although he doesn't think that a "Heavenly Prayer" can have any kind of treatment... But maybe, Roland may have a healing potion?

For the first time, old Joseph was looking forward to Roland showing his kindness - he once thought that in the city of wealth, this characteristic was completely harmful and unhelpful.

As long as he can receive treatment, with Kakarite's physical fitness, there is a possibility of survival!

"Please, be sure to save Kaka!"

Old Joseph prayed silently. (To be continued)

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