Boom -

As soon as Roland and his party walked out of the alley, they saw the houses inhabited by the undead of Ribblade Street collapsing in a loud blast, falling down layer by layer, and the five-story tall building collapsed under the influence of gravity, stirring up dust and making a loud sound.

However, there was no light or fire in sight of this massive explosion.

From this point of view, this fried . The bullet was detonated right under the house. The entire underground structure of the house was directly blown up, and it collapsed down to the next level in desperation.

However, it was supposed to be the jail on Ribblade Street.

The professor on earth how to put the fried. Where is the bullet?

The hearts of the people were 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 the surrounding buildings were smashed into a sieve with extremely high initial velocity.

But that's not all.

The debris of the buildings that flew upwards were covered in a thick flame of pulp, scattering freely in the sky like rain, igniting the surrounding houses.

Not to mention the pedestrians on the road. Debris falling from hundreds of meters in the air is wrapped in flames that can scorch people instantly, or high-speed debris that can send the surrounding houses into a puffy smoke without even seeing clearly, slaughtering pedestrians in the streets.

The power of the two explosions in combination was so terrifying.

Even three blocks away, everyone could feel the power of the near-natural disaster.

I don't know who took the lead, and they all bowed their heads to Roland.

If it weren't for Roland's sudden decision to let them abandon their plan to drive through the sewers on Ribblade Street all the way to the ground, and go up from under Qingguo Avenue instead. I am afraid that now they have no way to escape, and they have been killed and wounded by a sudden attack.

But now. Seeing that the house of the undead was bombed like that, it seemed that there was no need for Roland to kill them.

If you say fried. If the bullet is what the professor made. That means the professor has already killed the undead himself.

Now, even if Roland and the others capture that undead and give it to the professor, I'm afraid it won't be of any use.

What's more, based on the power of that explosion, I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to pull it off the wall to find that undead now......

"Lord Orlando, what are we going to do now?"

Dick asked with a respectful bow, and the others cast expectant and obedient glances.

If the undead can't be exchanged for the professor's forgiveness, then the City of Fortune will still be in a crisis that cannot be eliminated......

-- However, no one noticed it, so I don't know where to start. Their aspirations have been distorted from self-preservation to a broader dimension.

Roland didn't respond, but looked fixedly at the homeless people dying on the side of the street, and suddenly chuckled as if he had found something.

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

Facing everyone's puzzled gaze, Roland stretched out his hand and pointed to the homeless people who could be seen everywhere on the street.

"Tell me. What do you see? ”

"A homeless man? A dying person? No, it's not - they're messengers. They are messengers of hope. ”

"Now the city of fortune is filled with the flames of war and explosions, and it has become unstable, dangerous, and full of chaos."

Roland raised his hand and pointed at the house where the undead had been completely destroyed by the explosion, and his tone gradually became excited: "Under the threat of explosions." Everyone on this street can die in the next second, and home is not synonymous with safety, and mud and earth structures are bombing. It's not much safer than paper in front of the bullet. ”

"No matter how well-behaved a good boy is, he can't let it explode. They can't get home. And even death row inmates have the potential to escape in a bombed-out prison. ”

"-In this case. The rules of the City of Fortune are no different from jokes. Whoever comes and says, I have proved to you by facts. If you obey my commands, I will save you. ”

The corners of Roland's mouth lifted, and an unsettling arc was carved into his white chin: "So, we can take our place." ”

Everyone's breath was stagnant.

Instead,

Their eyes lit up.

That's right, once the leader of Ribblade Street dies - or dies once, his power is almost completely divided. But no one said that it was only the rulers of the other streets who would divide these forces.

If the Orlando adults can take the place of the undead and occupy Ribblade Street, then the first to follow Roland will also leap from the lowest ordinary people in the city of wealth to the executors of power, and become the real privileged!

"Lord Roland! What do you need us to do? ”

Even old Joseph on the side had his eyes shining and his breath was a little rougher.

Few of the priests of the Lord of the Shadows are rich. Limited to doctrine, they cannot use money earned by normal means.

This has left the vast majority of pastors on the verge of poverty.

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

But this doctrine also has its flaws.

If the priest of the Lord of Darkness was to work elsewhere to earn a salary, he would not be allowed to launder the money if he was hired as a consultant by the ruler of a certain region of the City of Fortune to launder the charge of "plotting for the wicked."

However, there is basically no one who wants to hire a priest of the Lord of the Shadows, especially in the City of Wealth.

That's because deception and betrayal are equally the realm of the Lord of the Darkness. And the more deceitful and betrayal there is, the more people will care about these things.

Now, however, Joseph Sr. was offering his allegiance to Roland in the name of an ordinary Assassin, without revealing his identity, at least in his opinion.

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

But when Joseph Sr. saw the face of the homeless man in front of Roland, his face had to change.

"Kaka?"

Old Joseph looked in disbelief.

Kakarit—that was his colleague, one of the twelve priests who had been sent with him to the Fortune City.

Joseph Sr. remembered that he had a seven-year-old daughter. Kakarit had shown old Joseph a picture of her at a party the other night. It was lovely.

"How could he...... What does this look like? ”

Without everyone paying much attention, Joseph Sr. put away his hippie smile and began to squint with a feline cold light.

With just a glance, he could tell how Khakarit had been tortured.

His neck was cracked and dripping with blood. There were two rings of grayish-black marks with blood crusts near the wound, and the vicinity was full of blisters, and even pus had begun to drain.

I guess it's because it was sprinkled with salt.

The wound was probably carefully scalded with a soldering iron - or a reddened iron collar from the roast.

Apart from this possibility, Joseph Sr. could not have imagined what kind of injury would have caused a person to suffer such a degree of burn to his neck without dying.

The nails of his ten fingers were violently pulled out with pliers, and two of them were rudely crushed because of the executioner's handiwork.

At the same time, Joseph Sr. noticed that the index finger, middle finger and thumb of Kakarit's right hand had been pierced by rusty nails, which had no use of force at all, and was extremely susceptible to infection.

Seeing this, Joseph Sr.'s brain was almost boiled by the surging anger.

Those pigs and dogs are not as good as the beasts!

The wound on Kakarit's neck was already very susceptible to infection, especially now that the city of fortune was full of explosions, and he would choke and cough when he took a small breath......

Old Joseph couldn't help but look at Roland expectantly.

Although he didn't think that a "Heavenly Prayer Guardian" could have any cure...... But maybe Roland will have a healing potion?

For the first time, Joseph Sr. expected Roland to show his benevolence—he had thought that this trait was utterly unhelpful in the City of Wealth.

As long as you can receive treatment, with Kakarit's physical fitness, you can survive!

"Please, save Kaka!"

Old Joseph prayed silently. (To be continued......)