Before those who survived could express their gratitude to Roland with their pompous body language, the mutation further happened.

The earth is shaking.

The earth is roaring.

It's unlike anything before. Plural fried. The bomb detonated at the same time, exerting the power of one plus one that is far greater than two.

Under the chain of explosions, some people with poor balance could not even stand steadily, and the huge roar alone was enough to burst people's eardrums.

In a terrible impact and roar, the surrounding houses were shattered by the flames that flew from the ground, and the burning remains of the buildings scattered in the sky fell into the sky, and the hot embers fell into the crowd.

It was like the destruction of the world. Burning rubble and rain-like ash rained down from the sky, spreading destruction and fear amid wails and screams.

But that's not the end of it.

Roland looked around for a moment, then kicked against the wall without hesitation, and then jumped to the low roof with a reaction.

"Quick! All come up! ”

Facing the confused crowd, Roland shouted loudly in a sunny voice: "Use the building as a buffer, at least it won't be killed directly!" ”

In an instant, many people showed a look of understanding in their eyes and jumped onto the roof one after another.

Most of the people who can live in the city of wealth have a good brain. The previous subconscious following the crowd was just the inertia of people, and at the same time, the death crisis that filled the air all the time made their thinking somewhat blurred.

Now calm down and think about it, there seems to be some kind of common ground in these previous explosions. Although it is not clear to fry. Where exactly is the bomb buried, and what is buried to explode. And how did the bomb fanatics set the direction of detonation - but so far all bombs have destroyed targets from the bottom up. After that, shattered fragments of buildings rained down from the sky with orange-red flames like liquid, causing widespread damage.

If they were on the roof of the house, even if there was an explosion, the main body of the building would bear the brunt of the explosion. Not to mention how much power of the explosion could be left after blasting through the entire house, and with the house blocking the moment, a considerable number of people would be able to escape, instead of being directly devoured by the huge red lotus in full bloom.

After all, there is no shortage of strong people in the city of wealth. There were three silver-level powerhouses in the group of people who jumped up with Roland alone. If they form a small squad in the outside world, they can slaughter a regular army of less than 100 men almost without injury.

In terms of strength, they far surpassed Roland, who seemed to be only about the Black Iron Rank.

But because Roland's previous prompt of "retreating immediately" narrowly saved one of them, now they also began to subconsciously follow Roland to act together, instead of jumping on the roof away from Roland like other silver-level powerhouses, and began to find a way to get some cannon fodder.

It's not that these people are afraid of Roland, just as the three people who were with Roland never trusted Roland. The deep-rooted thinking cultivated in the city of wealth makes them despise the existence of the weak from the inside, and can plunder everything from the weak with peace of mind.

If Roland's flickering technique is so good that even this kind of person can immediately and unreservedly believe him, then Roland can now directly go to the sect and establish a sect, and first fool hundreds of bronze-level priests to come over and make a blood sacrifice to improve his attributes.

The reason why they follow Roland is not because they obey Roland, but simply because of the inertia of thinking. It was no different from before when they followed the crowd.

Now the dozens of people on the same roof as Roland are faintly led by Roland, but once they react, Roland only flashes in his mind - not because of his own strength or how to protect them, then Roland's temporary dominance that he has so hard built will immediately collapse.

So what Roland has to do now is to deepen his impression of the leader until it becomes a tacit common sense.

"Everyone, listen to me," Roland turned around and said to the others in a serious tone, "I am Su Ze's Heavenly Prayer Guardian, and I just saw some fragments of the future. ”

Those who had not heard of the name of the Heavenly Prayer Guardian were still at a loss, but those who understood were already at a loss.

It was Su Ze's special profession, and his status was basically equivalent to that of Karar's Duyid.

The only thing that sets the Celestial Guardians apart from ordinary Templars is that they possess supernatural abilities that allow them to see into the ephemeral future. With this ability, the Celestial Guardian will basically not be successfully attacked by anyone, and can target the opponent's most vulnerable places every time they attack.

In Roland's words, it's immune to sneak attack damage, and he has a +7 Prophetic bonus to his ability to block, parry, dodge, and return against any non-crushing attack.

This is an attribute for the player's Celestial Guardian, but for NPCs, they can even actually "see" some fragments before the death crisis comes.

"Son, what do you see?"

A graceful old man's tone was extremely excited, but there was also a hint of weak and inaudible fear in it.

After all, when there is no fighting, the Celestial Guardian's Passive Prophetic ability is only triggered when facing the danger of death.

In other words, they have not escaped the danger of death until now.

"I saw flames falling from the sky, ashes covering the city like snow, the earth shaking and cracking, and the people in the buildings and streets being devoured by the demons underground......"

Roland said in a deep voice.

Before Roland could finish speaking, a faint vibration came from under everyone's feet.

"What happened?"

As soon as such a question appeared in everyone's minds, and before they could even ask it, the tremor under their feet suddenly increased more than ten times, and several people who were on the same roof as Roland were even thrown down alive - no, that degree could not even be called tremor, but shaking!

The earth shook and cracked, and the people in the buildings and streets were devoured by the demons underground.

Unconsciously, these people thought of Roland's previous words. An ominous premonition gnawed at the heart like a snake, and a faint pain like a pinprick appeared in the back of the neck without warning.

It was a premonition of death.

Before they could react, the ground on the street suddenly cracked in the shape of a spider web, and those who remained hesitant on the street, and those who did not have the ability or self-esteem to climb to the roof, were swallowed by the tumbling earth in an instant.

And that's just the beginning.

After the crack in the ground spread to a certain extent, the surrounding buildings suddenly collapsed. Some structurally fragile houses were immediately crumbled into debris after being chewed by the earth's molars, and the few brick and stone houses also sank into the ground, smashing into dense cracks at a height of more than ten meters.

"It's a demon! It's an underground demon! ”

The people who had heard what Roland said before all showed frightened expressions and shouted loudly.

"--The devil is out! Demons underground! ”

Heart-rending screams mingled with the creaking of the earth and the squeaking of bones, like a cry from hell.

Every minute or so, the collapse expands in a circle. Many of those who stood far away from Roland were swallowed by the collapsed houses, and some were thrown out by the tilted houses, and fell unexpectedly on the rolling ground, and in an instant there was a blur of flesh and blood.

The riot in the land lasted about seven or eight minutes. Every second, someone cries and is swallowed by the earth, or torn to slag by tangled and wriggling fragments of buildings.

After that, from the middle of Broken Throat Avenue across Ribblade Street, Golden Lion Avenue and White Night Avenue, the width of about fifty meters or so was all shattered to slag, the ground rolled at will, and the sharp wreckage of buildings spread like bushes on the ground.

And the position of the roof where Roland was located was very clever, just to avoid the last wave of collapse, and the person standing with him was pale and breathing heavily, but there was an extremely bright light in his eyes.

yes, they finally realized one thing-

"Lived, survived......"

Needless to say, people unconsciously turn their eyes to Roland, which contains hope and trust.

Only Roland can lead them out of hell.

There is no doubt about that.