quicksilver blood

Chapter 87
boom--

As soon as Roland and his party walked out of the alley, they saw the house where the undead lived in Rib Blade Street collapsed with a huge explosion, falling layer by layer. The five-story high-rise building collapsed section by section under the influence of gravity. It collapsed, stirring up dust and making a loud noise.

However, there was no light and fire in sight for such a massive explosion.

From this perspective, the bomb probably detonated right under the house.The underground structure of the entire house was directly blown down, and it had no choice but to collapse down layer by layer.

But that was supposed to be where the Ridge Street Prison was.

How did the professor put the bomb there?

Everyone was full of doubts.

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

But it's not over yet—

The building fragments flying upward were covered in 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 entangled with flames that can scorch people instantly, or the high-speed debris that can't even see clearly blows the surrounding houses into puffs of smoke, killing pedestrians on the street. do.

The power of the two explosions concentrated together is so terrifying——

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

Not knowing who took the lead, they bowed their heads to Roland one after another.

If Roland hadn't suddenly told them to abandon their plan to penetrate the sewer on Ridge Street all the way to the ground, and instead go up from under Qingguo Avenue, they might have been unable to avoid it now, and were killed or injured by the sudden attack.

But now, seeing that the undead's house was blown up like that, it seems that Roland and the others don't need to kill it.

If it is said that the bomb was made by the professor, it means that the professor has 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, based on the power of the explosion, to find that undead now may have to find a way to knock it off the wall...

"Lord Orlando, what shall we do now?"

Deke bowed his head respectfully and asked, and the others also looked expectantly and obediently.

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

——However, no one has discovered that their desire has been distorted from self-preservation to a broader level from nowhere.

Roland did not respond, but looked steadily at the dying homeless people on the street, and suddenly chuckled as if he had discovered something.

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

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

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"A bum? A dying man? No, it's not—they're messengers. They're messengers of hope."

"Right now, the City of Fortune is filled with flames of war and explosions, becoming restless, dangerous and full of chaos."

Roland raised his finger and pointed to the house where the undead was completely destroyed by the explosion, and his tone gradually became agitated: "Under the threat of the explosion, everyone on this street may die suddenly in the next second, and home is no longer synonymous with safety. The structure of mudstone and civil engineering is not much safer than paper in the face of bombs."

"No matter how well-behaved children are, they can't keep bombs from going to their homes, and even death row inmates may escape in bombed prisons."

"—In this case, there is no difference between the rules of the City of Fortune and the jokes. Fan came over and said, I have proved to you with facts, as long as you obey my orders, I can save you."

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

Everyone's breathing was stagnant.

Instead -

Their eyes lit up.

Yes, once the leader of Ribblade Street dies—or dies once, his power is almost wiped out.But no one said that the rulers of other streets can only carve up these powers.

If the people of Orlando can take the place of the undead and occupy Ridge Street, then they who followed Roland first will also leap from ordinary people at the bottom of the city of wealth to executors of power, and become real privileged people!
"Master Roland! What do you need us to do?"

Even the old Joseph beside him had bright eyes, and he was breathing heavily.

Few priests of the Lord of Darkness are rich.Restricted to teachings, they cannot use money earned by normal means.

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

It is also because of the urging of such teachings that even if many pastors still have compassion in their hearts at the beginning, they soon have to give up all their restraint and do whatever it takes to survive.

However, this doctrine also has its loopholes.

If the priest of the Lord of Darkness earns wages from other places, it will not be allowed-but if he is hired by a certain regional ruler of the City of Fortune as a consultant, he can be charged with "planning for the wicked" Launder money.

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

That's because deceit and betrayal are equally the domain of the Dark Lord.And the more you are in a place full of deceit and betrayal, the more people will care about these things.

However, now the old Joseph is only offering his loyalty to Roland in the name of an ordinary assassin, and has not revealed his identity—at least in his opinion, he has not revealed his identity.

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

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 surprise.

Kakarit—that was his colleague, one of the twelve priests who were sent to the city of wealth with him.

Joseph Sr. remembered that he had a seven-year-old daughter.Kakarite had shown old Joseph and the others a picture of her at the party a few nights ago.so cute.

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

Without everyone paying much attention, Old Joseph put away his playful smile, and a feline cold light began to flash in his narrowed eyes.

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

His neck was cracked and bleeding.There were two circles of gray-black marks with bloody scabs near the wound. The area was full of blisters, and pus had even begun to ooze out.

It should have been sprinkled with salt.

The wound was probably scalded carefully with a branding iron - or put on a red iron collar that was baked.

Except for this possibility, Old Joseph could not imagine what kind of injury could cause a person to be scalded to such a degree on the neck without dying.

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

At the same time, Old Joseph noticed that the thumb of the index finger and middle finger of Kakarit's right hand was pierced by rusty iron nails used by human beings, so no force was needed at all, and it was very easy to be infected.

Seeing this, Old Joseph's brain was almost boiled by surging anger——

Those animals are inferior to pigs and dogs!
Originally, the wound on Kakarit's neck was already easily infected, especially now that the dust from the explosion in the City of Fortune is floating around, and if he took a big breath, he would choke and cough...

Old Joseph couldn't help turning his expectant eyes to Roland.

Although he didn't think that a "Tianqi Guard" could have any treatment methods...but maybe Roland might have a healing potion?

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

As long as he can receive treatment, with Kakarit's physical fitness, there is a possibility of survival!
"Please, we must save Kaka!"

Old Joseph prayed silently.

(End of this chapter)