"The false god Kord will surely perish!"

"Destroy, the capital of irreredeemable sin, your name is Kitland!"

"Destroy, all sinners who have turned their backs on our Lord, this is the last judgment you deserve!"

"All glory be to my lord Mokesh!"

With a hysterical roar, the black-robed Mokesh believers set themselves on fire one after another, and the cotton cloth soaked in lamp oil burned violently, and the flames detonated the fiery glue in the bottle, and the whole person instantly turned into a humanoid flame, staggering through the streets, laughing wildly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

More terrifying is yet to come.

The fanatics set themselves on fire while also igniting the equally flammable grain dust that filled the streets. The high-concentration dust burns violently and conducts to the surrounding space, the intense chemical reaction releases a large amount of heat energy, and the high-rise commercial buildings on both sides of the street and the dense flow of people surround a relatively closed space, which cannot dissipate such a violent surge of high temperature and high pressure in a short time, so a terrifying explosion occurred!

Boom Boom!!

The dust exploded one after another, the flames were like two fire dragons rushing in the air, spreading sharply to both sides of the street with the explosion point as the center, and the security team bore the brunt of the terrible shock wave thrown high and tore to pieces, and the scene of flesh and blood was soon engulfed by more blazing flames, and then it was the onlookers who suffered, like ragdolls everywhere who were hit by a typhoon, and before they could come to their senses, they were blown all over the ground, and the flames swept over like a tide, and a human-shaped silhouette ran and wailed in the sea of fire, pushing and trampling each other, Sorrow and groaning are intertwined, like purgatory on earth.

Shops on both sides of the street were also hit by the explosion, doors and windows cracked and collapsed one after another, and frightened people jumped from high-rise buildings to avoid the fire.

Boom! A cast-iron signboard fell from the sky and smashed on Roland's back, causing the tall and strong young man to fall to the ground one by one, and before he could stand up, the bakery behind him collapsed, and the rubble rained down to bury him.

The successive blows to the head and back caused Roland to fall into brief shock, an accident that was both unfortunate and lucky, and he was buried in the early stages of the explosion to avoid the more violent explosions that followed.

After being unconscious in the rubble pile for an unknown amount of time, Roland suddenly woke up, opened his mouth and spurted out a large pool of blood, the stuffy feeling in his chest eased slightly, and he calmed down, he struggled to stand up with his arms on the ground, and stood up with a bang.

He was greeted by raging flames and choking smoke, and the hot wind almost fainted him again.

He covered his mouth and nose, held his breath to avoid inhaling the ashes, and when he looked up, there was no living figure in the street, so he could only instinctively turn around and run wildly. The Demon Descendant's natural resistance to fire, combined with his extraordinary physical fitness, allowed him to rush out of a thousand feet in one go, and he was lucky enough to escape from the flames.

In fact, he is the only survivor on the street.

Roland was not a good man in the pure sense of the word, but the thought of the people who died in the explosions and fires, especially the children in front of the bakery, who were holding their mother's clothes and sucking their fingers and staring at the sweet bread displayed in the window, could not help but feel a sense of grief and indignation.

"Ahhhhh

Before the crossing, he had seen the scene of the terrorist attack on TV, which was indeed tragic, but after all, it was too far away from his own life circle, and he had experienced such a great horror at this moment, and he really understood what it meant to those ordinary people who were caught in the war.

Anger, mourning, then an uncontrollable urge for revenge, and nothing else.

But who did he seek revenge on?

The Mokesh fanatics who caused this catastrophe?

On the soul level, they have long been a group of desperate walking corpses, and the only beliefs that support their spiritual world are hatred and madness, and they destroy themselves and the heretics around them by near-martyrdom, and they are not afraid of death, but they are also afraid of the law or revenge?

People who have lost their minds cannot use reason to speculate, and at this moment Roland fell into deep confusion.

Why is this happening?

Why is it getting to this point?

Just this afternoon, at the closing ceremony of the martial arts competition, did Sergei not publicly shake hands with Beowulv?

Or was this so-called rapprochement and negotiation a hoax from the beginning, but Sergei and his party made a gesture to deceive Beowulf into paralyzing his carelessness, and the real purpose was to buy time to prepare for the terrorist attack at this moment?

If this is the truth, Roland can only admit that he has made a mistake, and his fault is to underestimate the stubbornness of the Mokesh fanatics, the distortion of a person's soul by faith, and the extent to which chaos destroys order.

Rumble!!

There was a sudden explosion behind him, interrupting Roland's thoughts, and looking back, the opposite block was ablaze with fire, and the frightened crowd was scurrying around like a group of drowning ants, and the figures wrapped in black robes were laughing wildly in the flames......

Rumble!!

Rumble!!

Block after block, next to bakeries, barns, taverns and grocery stores, Mokesh devotees used dust, liquor, and fuel to self-immolate, causing explosions and fires, expressing their devotion in self-destructive ways and dragging thousands of what they considered "heretics" or "apostates" into hell.

The number of Mokesh fanatics involved in the riot was actually small, a total of more than 100 people, but the disaster they caused was immeasurable, and all four of Kitland's most prosperous shopping streets were bombed and turned into flames within a radius of miles.

What's even worse is the timing chosen by the thugs.

During this carnival festival, almost every household takes to the streets to participate in the celebrations, and the shopping street is the most crowded area, so the number of casualties caused by explosions and fires is incalculable.

Roland stood in the streets, as if in hell, not knowing what to do.

The fire, smoke, and cries filled his ears, mixed with the roar of wild beasts, made him frightened, and he immediately looked back to see the smoke billowing from the neighborhood in the distance, and the three-headed beast was wantonly destroying the buildings that had escaped the terrorist attack.

The giant bull covered in blue scale armor trampled on the crowd wantonly, and the flesh and blood were blurred everywhere it passed.

Huge lizards roamed the streets, their eyes shooting two gray beams of light, and everyone who looked at them turned into stone statues with different postures and terrified faces.

The half-snake, half-chicken monster flapped its wings and glided low, rushing over where it saw the densest crowds, flicking its tail and biting wantonly, and the injured would be turned into stone sculptures in an instant, even if they did not die.

"Daria!"

Roland spat out the hateful name from between his teeth and strode toward the neighborhood where the petrified three siblings were rampant.

He can't stop the insane Mokesh fanatics, at least the thugs who take advantage of the fire to rob!

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, and an arcane condensed voice came into his ears, vaguely Tamara's greeting.

"It's windy, take care." (To be continued.) )