Magic!

Chapter 141 139. Bring the whole city to me to generate electricity

I saw this boy named Pompeii showing his iron-blooded skills in the dream, exercising tyranny and brutally suppressing the opposition.

He formed patrol teams and secret police groups directly under his own control in the city to catch those who disobeyed him. The leaders of the opposition were thrown into prison by Pompey.

No, not in prison.

Those who opposed were thrown directly into the basement and became sacrifices in torture rituals, using their pain and misfortune to provide energy for the operation of the entire city.

The most suitable sacrifices for this ritual magic are underage victims, and most of the opponents are adults.

But even if the sacrifice is not the most suitable, the energy extracted during the crucifixion is only about 1/10 of that of a suitable sacrifice. When there are enough opponents who put it into the basement to turn it into energy, the energy obtained is also extremely amazing.

"Indeed, the prosperity of the city of Omela should not be based on the suffering of innocent children," Pompeii said coldly, sitting in his own seat.

"Now instead, use the pain of you sinners to water the city's prosperity."

A close-up of his cold and hard face was frozen in the dream projection.

"It seems that this reference candidate named Pompeii has a lot of hope of winning the championship." The devil cultists were talking about it.

Except for Pompeo, most of the students who participated in the assessment also solved the problem in their own way, but they didn't have his iron-blooded skills.

Perhaps because their intelligence had declined a bit in the dream state, most of them did not think of making the opposition into ritual sacrifices to provide energy.

I wonder how Russell is doing? Vermouth turned his attention to Russell's dream.

Russell in the dream did not show any iron skills.

After the brave team invaded the city, he changed the law and built a prison in the face of opposition.

Russell built the prison underground, and the felons imprisoned in the prison became the victims required by the magic ritual, suffered from hunger and disease, provided energy for the city, and replaced the originally innocent children.

——Before Russell came up with this idea, in the dream city of Omela, no one ever committed a crime, there were no criminals and there were no prisons. Maybe it's because this is a purely Greek mythological idealization. But a corresponding strategy was born in his subconscious, and the dream was immediately adjusted rationally.

The strategy of replacing innocents with criminals and providing energy with children has allowed Russell to gain widespread support. Most of the original opponents returned to supporting the mayor, and only a small and fierce group of people still opposed him.

The fiercest group of opponents still have reasons to refute.

Their point of view is that even guilty people should not be used as energy to run the city. What's more, guilty people may not really be guilty. The existing way of operating magic rituals encourages the mayor to convict more people.

But their voices were too low and were basically drowned out, unable to pose a threat to Russell.

This... Seeing this scene, Vermouth's thoughts were churning, and he didn't know how to express his position.

"Oh, this student's name is Russell, right?" The tall red-robed officiant Xue Yue looked at Russell's dream and chuckled:

"He is indeed smart and performs well, but what our Red Order of Chaos really needs is a bad wolf, not a cunning fox."

His subtext is that Russell's way of dealing with problems is indeed good, but his method is too gentle, more like a normal person than a ruthless cultist. In comparison, Pompeii, who he favored and showed iron-blooded skills, undoubtedly performed better.

As soon as the red-robed demon priest finished speaking, Russell's dream scene changed again.

"Wait, no, Russell has made a new move!"

…

Russell was not indulging in the peace of mind that came with changing the law and gaining majority support.

He exerted the spirit of "beating the drowned dog" and relied on the support of the majority of people to start liquidating the most fierce opposition groups that still opposed him one by one.

Russell fought one faction after another, breaking them at every turn, and threw the most fierce opposition figures into prisons to provide energy.

Every time such an enemy is thrown into an underground prison, the city functions more smoothly, the weather becomes clearer, the craftsmen have more wisdom, and the people become healthier. There is more powerful magical energy at Mayor Russell's disposal, making him invincible.

When all the enemies were thrown into the underground prison, Russell didn't stop. Because relatively speaking, the enemies who were originally less fierce in their opposition became the most fierce group of people and were also thrown into underground prisons.

Russell then repeats the above steps.

After two divisions again and again, the entire residents of Omela City, including his closest cronies, were thrown into underground prisons.

In this way, only Mayor Russell was left in the entire city of Omela.

He alone controls the majestic magical energy from the underground prison, which is many times more abundant than before.

It’s another drunken evening.

Russell walked in the twilight, walking on the streets of Omela City, watching the bloody setting sun set from the west.

"It's so quiet. There are no humans wearing models on the streets anymore. It's so different from the early Omela City."

Looking at the beautiful sunset, Russell smiled happily.

Finally, his dream came true.

Feeling the unprecedented smooth sunset scene and the smooth and normal way of walking, Russell's eyes welled up with tears of emotion.

After locking everyone in the basement to generate electricity, the dream finally stopped!

Although Russell considers himself a 36k iron-blooded virgin, this is just a game anyway.

It is still too early for humans to have this level of empathy for NPCs who walk upside down, are on fire, get stuck in walls, and have faces that turn into mosaics.

…

In the real world, every cultist stared at Russell's dream, dumbfounded.

"Russell, you've done a great job, you are indeed the person I like!" Vermouth praised again in his heart.

The tall red-robed officiant, Blood Moon, was already impressed by Russell and marveled:

"This Russell is not simple! It turns out that his earliest gentle behavior was just to deceive people and gain support. In the end, he imprisoned everyone in the city except himself in the dungeon!"

Xue Yue believed that Pompeii, whom he had fancied before, was indeed inferior to Russell in terms of wrist.

Thinking of this, Xue Yue turned to look at Vermouth:

"The Russell you and Miss dug up is indeed a talent. What our Red Order of Chaos needs is such a talent with a demonic demeanor!"

Just as Vermouth was about to be happy, he heard the voice of another red-robed officiant coming from behind:

"As expected of Thebes, he actually did the same thing!"