quicksilver blood

Chapter 72 The Dancing Red Lotus
Under everyone's gaze, the ground beneath Marcus split apart like the mouthparts of a beast, and flaky gravel burst and flew out.

A large piece of small orange balls flew out together with the flying stone, entwined with a golden orange flame ribbon, and rolled randomly in the air, like a red lotus blooming in the air, swallowing Marcus directly.

When the deafening explosions hadn't subsided, and when the ground was still shaking slightly, the terrifying high temperature rolled up a wave of air and exploded with Marcus as the center.

The circle of people closest to Marcus was roasted and blackened in one breath, and they fell to the ground and lost their breath.The skin of the nearby people became dry and yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye. They wanted to escape but were unconsciously blocked by the stunned crowd in the outer circle, wailing in pain.

At this point, the temperature of the surrounding air began to drop gradually, but the surrounding houses had already been ignited.The crowd in the outer circle seemed to finally realize what had happened, and the confidence they had gathered in Marcus just now dissipated completely in just one breath.

After the fragile hope was shattered before their eyes, these people were even more desperate than before.Even after the flames faded, Marcus' unscathed figure reappeared in the air, and the people of Broken Throat Avenue no longer had extravagant expectations of him as before.

No, maybe not unscathed.

At least Marcus's credibility has been shattered since the orange liquid flame engulfed him and burned the surrounding people alive.

People yearn for the leadership of the strong because the strong have the ability to make them live better.But even if the explosion happened right next to Marcus, he was powerless to stop it, and he could only watch other people being blown to death—as for the fact that Marcus's magic power and attention were distracted by the ritual at the moment, no one would care. These people only knew that Marcus could not protect them, and thus deeply felt the fear of death.

In fact, the explosion controlled by Roland was not intended to attack Marcus, but to kill the group of people closest to him.

People gathered around Marcus because of their fanaticism and trust, the explosion happened under Marcus, and the people closest to him died the worst-when others subconsciously connected these three things together. Sometimes, they will unconsciously start to reject Marcus.

In this way, Roland can take this group of panicked and powerless people away from Marcus without causing any harm to Marcus.Now that this goal has been achieved, it makes no difference whether Marcus is really injured or not.

Roland's move was like cutting off the last suspension bridge connected to the isolated island.In order to make people feel desperate to jump off the cliff, they must first realize that the easier and less costly solutions are no longer effective, and their lives are already hanging by a thread. Failure to change means To pay the price of life.

Only then will they look for new solutions, and even if failure costs their lives, it is better than dying immediately.

"So, people are all cheap lives..."

Under the shadow of the hood, a cheerful smile bloomed lightly, but Roland didn't reveal anything on the outside, just like an ordinary passer-by, hunched over, running along with the screaming and crying crowd.

In Roland's view, although the strategy of the Sleeping Mentor is extreme, it is very scientific to implement.

If Roland came up to redeem them and tried to save them from the fire and water, these people would not appreciate it.Even if they reluctantly accept it, they will not feel that their life is getting better, they will only realize all kinds of inconveniences, and attribute all the factors that make their lives unsatisfactory to the changes Roland led them to make, and to Roland Complaints arose—it wasn't that Roland was alarmist, this kind of thing happened almost every day.

Therefore, Roland very much agrees with one of the sayings of the Sleeping Mentor, that is, "If you want to be saved, you have to pay the price first."

Getting it too easily will make people no longer cherish it.Only by letting them know the price they need to pay for their salvation and realizing how many people have paid their blood and lives for their own salvation, will they be ashamed of themselves because they are "the part that survives" Start thinking about the value of this redemption before you realize what you've got.

Roland believed that the kind of people who were betrayed by the people he saved were good people without brains.

He didn't mean to kill the group of ungrateful people-that would be too stupid, and it would run counter to his original wish.Killing people to save others can only lead to an endless cycle of hopelessness.

After all, how can humans be asked not to believe in demons when angels are also killing people?

way...

"Of course there is," Roland murmured, "fear, as long as there is fear."

Fear is the original power of human beings, and the original carrier of the law of "evolution".

Because of the fear of being killed by something, human beings have the power to keep themselves alive; because of the fear of being killed by disease, people have the medicine that can cure the disease.

And when people start to fear the power of inevitability, and start to hesitate between will and ability, between desire and acquisition, between purpose and result, between imagination and reality, between thinking and being, when people realize When some things are unbearable in a person’s life, in order not to be overwhelmed by despair, people choose to entrust the burden of their souls to God and sell their souls to God.

Then, recreate what they lost, bring them back what was taken away, and save them from the hell-like desperate situation covered with red lotuses-this kind of kindness is probably enough for them to pay their souls, Roland worshiped as a god, right?
The smile on Roland's face faded, and he squinted and looked at the corner of the street ahead.The eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood were as dark as an abyss, without the slightest light.

According to the previously set time, the front here is about to be detonated.

The only remaining safe area is within ten steps from where Roland is standing now.

If there is only one bomb, a circular area with a radius of about 15 meters will be directly collapsed.

Because Roland detonated several connected bombs in succession this time, after the successive explosions, the sewers along this road would be completely destroyed.

After the soil layer is destroyed by the impact force, under the action of gravity, the buildings above the ground will collapse in layer by layer, as if a knife horizontally cut Broken Throat Avenue, Rib Edge Street, Golden Lion Avenue and White Night Avenue into two sections , the subsidence area can even be close to the length of a street.

"Wait! Everyone stand back! There are bombs on the wall in front!"

Suddenly, an agitated and clear voice came from under the black robe.

Just listening to this voice, the image of a mature, steady but passionate young man popped into everyone's minds.

Almost subconsciously, the people closest to the boy and those in front stopped in their tracks.Among the people who are constantly, aimlessly, and unwaveringly advancing, there is a considerable degree of confusion and even a stampede just because the footsteps of people here suddenly stop.

Before the people who were puzzled and dissatisfied by the sudden stop noticed Roland's figure, the scorching red lotus suddenly rose from the ground and bloomed among the crowd.

At that moment, amidst the incomparably pure roar—a roar that could even shatter eardrums, the sounds of cursing, crying, screaming, and whimpering disappeared in an instant, and turned into silence.

Not even the same as before with Marcus.The first batch of people who died were not charred black by roasting, but were directly rolled in the air like solid orange beads—the kind of strange orange-red beads produced by a large amount of sodium thrown into water The flames engulfed directly.

After another blink of an eye, dozens of people curled up and collapsed with charred bodies.

After another breath, dozens of people fell down screaming and scorched.

But those survivors who were not injured, but whose hair was a little burnt and sticky, immediately turned their grateful eyes to Roland.Because Roland, who "spotted the bomb" with sharp eyes, shouted, at least a dozen people were saved because of this.

In fact, to be honest, not many people were saved because of Roland, they were just the two rows of people on the edge of the explosion danger line.It's only a second, and even if you are walking fast, you won't advance too far.

But seeing the charred corpses a few steps ahead of them and the inhuman cooked meat wailing on the ground, those who were just a step or two away from the same end as them couldn't help but feel more grateful to Roland.

Although Roland will probably be pushed to the forefront in the future, as long as the operation is good, it may not be difficult for this group of people who have been on the verge of collapse in the continuous torture to donate their souls.

"If you want redemption, you have to pay the price first."

At that moment, Roland seemed to coincide with the figure of someone behind him, and said these words in unison.

(End of this chapter)