"Good day."

"Good day."

After greeting each other in a bland undead language, a figure in a black robe carrying a black suitcase quietly walked down the spacious sewer and passed by a passing cleaner.

In the next second, the ashes with the terrible heat clumped into vines and silently attacked from behind, easily breaking the cleaner's neck.

Roland took a small black box from the cleaner's arms and placed it on the inside of his robe. Then, he opened the suitcase, took out one of the two densely packed brown-red test tubes on the top floor, and closed the suitcase in silence.

Inside is an opaque colloid, like sticky blood. Through Roland's fingers, you can see that the side of the flask has a 1 scrawled in green glue.

Roland pulled the plug and poured half of it on the cleaner. The dark red colloids hung on the clothes and skin, gradually melting into them at different speeds.

"Dissolve in the human epidermis for four seconds, clothes for twelve seconds......"

Squinting his eyes and calculating the time it would take for the liquid to melt in, Roland walked forward about fifty meters and poured half of the remaining half of the potion on the ground.

Then Roland walked forward another fifty meters with the remaining potion bottle, reached out and plugged the stopper back on, and threw it upwards with all his might.

The fragile flask collided with the top of the sewer, shattering with a crisp sound. The viscous dark red colloids stuck to the top of the drain by inertia, quickly melting into it.

"It's all twelve seconds...... Will it be faster to dissolve in living organisms......"

As if to reach some valid conclusion, Roland's eyes flashed.

He then went back the way he came, leaving the sewers.

This is the powerful explosion that Roland got from the professor after making a deal with him. Explosives. The quantity is forty-eight, which is kept in a container protected from light in the form of a viscous liquid or colloid.

It can be dissolved in living bodies, masonry buildings and some metals, and will remain explosive for seven days. Frying capacity. At Roland's insistence, the Professor reinforced it with Origin, and now it will only detonate at Roland's command.

Other than that, whether it's power or anything else is unknown, and it doesn't have a name. But listening to the professor's tone, it seems to be very powerful.

Roland wasn't trying to blow up the city. This is unrealistic from any point of view.

Not to mention that the professor had only given two rows of forty-eight bottles, and that Roland was only one man, and that time was only a day and a half, he had no time or energy to place a bomb that could detonate a city—and the Elder Sleep wouldn't want to see that.

However, the good news is that in order to facilitate the treatment of sewage and corpses, the sewage treatment system in the City of Fortune is so well developed that there must be a sewer under every building.

In other words, Roland just spilled these cute and funny little things on the top of the sewer, and when they were detonated by Roland, they would be powerful enough to blow through the top layer.

As long as the explosion is done in the right batch, the explosion is powerful enough to cause the building to collapse even if it does not blow through the ground. In the process of falling the building, the gravity of the building itself will cause a second damage to it.

As for the festering corpses roaming the sewers, Roland posed no threat to him - the small black box that Roland had taken out of his arms after killing the first cleaner was the key item that would keep the walking corpse from approaching him.

Because the priest was hostile to Carral, and the druids were too high-status, many Carrals were unable to ask a theologian to help them pray for the dead after the death of their loved ones.

As a result, every time night falls, the corpses that have not been treated by divine magic will be slightly demonized. Eventually, after the negative energy completely erodes the corpse, they will be resurrected in a new way - or deceitful corpse.

Unlike the undead, who forcibly drag their souls back from the land of the dead to gain eternal life, the reborn dead in this situation are unconscious and can never be conscious, and the corpse is gradually festering due to the negative energy that fills it. It is only the instincts of the body that support their actions.

After these deceased, whose highest strength could reach the silver level in life, resurrected as walking corpses, their combat awareness and force sensitivity attributes were almost exactly the same as before they were alive, and because they had been dead for a long time, their weaknesses in the usual sense had almost disappeared. Not to mention piercing the heart, even cutting off the head would at best make them lose the ability to find enemies.

The only way to kill them is to destroy more than sixty percent of their spines, or simply use magic to dispel the negative energy wrapped around the bodies of these dead.

This is the "newcomer killer of Carral" that Roland sighed when he saw the glimpse.

The reason why the sewers of the City of Fortune can store tons of walking corpses weighing together is due to the ambition of the undead on Ribblade Street.

Although the undead look like walking corpses, the gap between them is actually as far as that of a Tibetan mastiff to a high-level model of Yangtze River No. 7. One of the big differences is that the walking corpse relies on negative energy to survive, while the undead rely on positive energy to maintain their mobility, although they are undead.

At the same time, each undead also has the supernatural ability to absorb negative energy through contact and stored in their bodies as a means of attack, although they rarely use it for fear that this will accelerate the decay of their bodies.

In other words, when the undead come into contact with the walking corpse, the undead can deal massive damage to the walking corpse that is almost equal to the instantaneous death effect, while all attacks from the walking corpse cannot cause fatal damage to the undead.

Under this kind of restraint like natural enemies, although the walking corpse has no intelligence, it will still instinctively avoid contact with the undead. Taking advantage of this phenomenon, although the undead cannot manipulate the walking corpses, they can at least drive them away like sheep.

Knowing that there were thousands of walking corpses in the sewers of Fortune City, the undead on Ribblade Street immediately had a simple but effective plan: he planned to use the sewers as a lair for the walking corpses, hoard a large number of walking corpses in them, and then release these walking corpses as legions to reign over the entire Fortune City when the number reached a critical point.

After he had exhausted all the city's cleaners on his streets, he sealed up the bits and pieces of his body—I mean fingernails or strands of hair—and sent them in black boxes, telling them that they would be protected from the walking corpse by carrying them with them the "alchemical items."

Since then, these cleaners have been able to clean the sewers without having to clean up the walking corpses, which will also avoid themselves, greatly increasing the chances of survival for the sewer cleaners.

And because the sewage has not flowed back, the rest of the people in Fortune City subconsciously thought that the walking corpses in the sewers were still being cleaned up as usual. No one realizes that the number of walking corpses ceased to decrease two years ago.

When the right time comes, these walking corpses will flood to the ground as legions, a force to be reckoned with.

But it's a pity that the undead has a keen enough eye, but has an indecisive heart. In his previous life, he didn't even live long enough to be leveled by the Treasure City by an army from underground, when he was drained of life by the Silent Wizard and poured with sand and glue and sank to the bottom of the river.

Yes, the undead are eternally immortal, but that doesn't mean they can't be permanently banned by a circular seal. For this kind of goods that don't have more than eighteen points of strength, even as long as they are simply killed and poured cement, they can not be seen for hundreds of years.

"You used to be unable to start the arrangement...... Let me see it this time. ”

Roland muttered, and took the last step out of the sewers to the ground—a dark, deserted alley.

The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, outlining a pleasant smile.

Roland cautiously took out a silver-white badge from his suitcase, which was imprinted with a strange pattern: what appeared to be a crosshair-like pattern obtained by connecting the tips of the four "T's".

"Solidarity, mutual assistance, equality, multiplication—" Roland began, uttering the secret words that the professor had set for him.

"-One, detonate immediately."