The bright and dim light of the fire, the choking smoke of firewood, the miserable screams of pain and fear, just standing on this street that used to be full of people, the five senses could not stop being impacted. Flash Dance

Shattered glass on both sides of the street was sprinkled all over the ground, and everywhere there were traces of blackened smoke and fire, and half-burned gray and black dry wood was scattered haphazardly.

Destruction, plunder, destruction.

The Chernobog people ran through the streets like yellow sheep driven by wolves, and the infected chased them like hyenas, screaming everywhere.

Morrian stood in place, his thin body wrapped in a brand new winter coat that he had snatched from nowhere, and he didn't even take off the label, and he was overwhelmed with excitement.

The three days since the beginning of the war were the best days he had ever experienced.

When he was hungry, he had hot food, when he was cold, he could find thick clothes from the store, and even a few days ago, he went to a luxuriously decorated inn in the center of the city to soak in a hot spring, in a mobile city where water is extremely precious, something he had never dared to think of before.

Moreover, Morian also awakened the kind of power that Lord Tallulah said, although the level of mastery is not too high, but ordinary people have no power to resist in front of him.

Even if his body was so thin and weak, with a wave of his hand, those strong adults would be blown to pieces.

No one can beat him anymore

No one could put their feet on his head and spit on him

No one could make him apologize

For the first time, Morian felt the deliciousness of power.

It's more addictive than wine and food.

Smash, smash, rob and burn

Plunder everything he wants

All those who had ever bullied him were to kneel before him.

Just like it is now.

bang

The crooked iron rod was raised high in Morion's hand, and then fell violently, smashing against the man with a muffled thud like a pork.

When.

Morrian tossed the iron rod aside, lowered his head and pulled the man's hair up, and lifted his bloodied head up to face him.

The smile on Morion's face seemed to be mocking.

The stout man with his head covered in blood trembled uncontrollably.

"I remember you."

"Fakun Society, right?"

"That night four days ago, you kicked me eighteen times in the head and spat in my face. Flash Dance "

Morian's voice was very soft, but the man felt that his entire scalp was about to be torn off by the boy in front of him, so he had to knock out his teeth and swallow blood, trembling and admitting, "Sir, sir, I, I was instructed by others, I am just an ordinary member of the association, and I don't want to." ”

"Spare me."

"Please."

"Okay."

Morian smiled so highly, and threw the man to the ground casually, the increase in physical functions brought by the source stone energy made him feel as if he had been reborn, and his strength was far beyond the level of a normal person.

The man slammed to the ground, hitting his head and bleeding, but in his heart was a surprise like escaping death, his companion had just escaped from death, but he was killed by this little little dot seven or eight, and now he was the only one left.

However, the next moment, his head was trampled on by one foot.

The man's heart froze, and then he bowed his head deeply and lay motionless on the ground.

However, in just four days, the perpetrator and the victim changed positions, but the violence remained unchanged.

Morian picked up the bloody iron rod from the ground and stretched it out to the man, looking down at him with his head down like a dog

"Oh, lick the blood clean, and I'll let you go."

The man's head shook as he was trampled on the ground, and he swallowed as he looked at the bloody iron rod.

He was a native of Ursa, living in the cold and snow of winter all year round, and he knew what it was like to lick winter steel with his tongue.

But looking at Morian's expression, he had to stick his tongue out.

Sure enough, as soon as he got it, his tongue was tightly frozen on the iron bar, and he couldn't close his mouth in the weather of minus 30 degrees, and his mouth hurt like a knife.

Just a little tearing, the tongue frozen on the iron rod seemed to be torn off, and the man had to look at Morian with a flattering posture.

He wanted to live.

Morian watched this scene with interest.

"Yes, keep pulling, push harder."

"Hahaha, why can't I lick it?"

"Then this stick will be given to you."

The words fell, and the man's expression was so painful that he was almost entangled together.

Poof. Flash Dance

The iron rod went straight into his mouth, and then stuck his backhand on the ground.

Blood spilled and then slowly froze into blood crystals.

The smile on Morion's face suddenly retracted, and he spat on his corpse.

Just like this man did the other day.

There was one more body on the street.

After killing someone, Morian exhaled a long breath as if he had let go of something, and his thin body had no more power, so he found a corner and squatted down at random.

It's just that somehow, my heart is a little empty.

"That's right, you're very decisive, you've already woken up."

"What's your name?"

Morian was startled when he heard the voice, and when he turned around, he saw a big kid about his age, wearing long white sleeves, shorts, and a strange staff in his hand, standing behind him.

After reacting for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"May, Mephistopheles-sama"

This is one of the cadres in the integration movement, and he is also a five-star potential level powerhouse, in charge of medical care and staff in the integration movement, he is an excellent genius.

Less than four days after joining the integration movement, Morian was already familiar with the information of the major cadres of the integration movement.

Mephistopheles, who was the same age as him, was his idol.

For a while, Morian, who was still stained with blood on his clothes, couldn't help but feel a little cramped.

"Lord Mephistopheles, my name is Morian, I just joined the integration movement four days ago, and I have awakened the Source Stone Energy"

"Yes, you have a lot of potential."

Obviously only twelve or thirteen years old, but with a similar tone of pointing, Mephistopheles stepped forward with a smile and kicked the corpse that was nailed to the ground at will.

"This man has an enmity with you"

"Yes, yes." Morion's voice was a little weaker, and he seemed to be a little lacking in confidence, "Lord Mephistopheles"

"It's okay." Mephistopheles held the strangely shaped staff in one hand and waved her hand generously, "Sister Tallulah's order is to raid the center of the city immediately after destroying the soilless grain production area. It doesn't matter to me who you kill, as long as you can complete Sister Tallulah's mission. ”

"But I just observed, and counting this, it seems that you only killed three people."

"Isn't it adaptable?"

Mephistopheles seemed to move closer with some concern, and Morion's voice became less and less confident

"Yes, yes, I—I only dare to attack those who have bullied me."

"That's not going to work."

Mephistopheles looked at him, the staff in his hand paused on the ground, and scolded in a serious tone,

"Anyone who stands in the way of our pursuit of a normal life is our enemy."

"In the face of the enemy, you should kill them one by one."

"How, what are you afraid of"

Morian lowered his head and said in a muffled voice

"I, I just think it's good to kill those who have bullied us"

"Other people, other people's words, it doesn't seem to matter if you're alive"

"Oh"

Mephistopheles took a step closer,

"You're pitying them"

"No, I'm not"

"Then who has pitied you"

Mephistopheles suddenly grabbed Morion by the collar, and almost pressed her forehead against her forehead, and questioned him with a cold face.

"Did you tell me they took pity on you when you were being bullied"

"Did they pity you when you were starving and cold?"

"When you were in pain because of the source stone disease, and the source stones grew on your body one by one, did they pity you?"

"Did they pity you while you struggled to rummage through the trash cans for food?"

Morian was drunk like this by him, and the words that he wanted to use to explain were suddenly held back, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Mephistopheles pushed him to the side, pulled the iron rod from the corpse and threw it in front of him.

The bloody iron rod fell to the ground with a clang.

Mephistopheles glanced around, kicked away an Usher infected person who was stirring on the woman in the street, pointed at the woman on the ground, and turned to look at Morian.

"Pick up your weapon."

"Come here."

"Kill her."

Morian looked at Mephistopheles, then at the blank and almost dull woman on the ground, and her throat moved dryly.

"Pick up your weapon"

Mephistopheles let out a low roar with a cold face, and Morian picked up the iron rod tremblingly.

Obviously, he was also killing, but now he only felt that the iron rod in his hand was a thousand times heavier than just now.

"Master Mephistopheles, she—she didn't bully me."

"I told you to kill her."

"But"

"This is an order from the cadres."

"Boom."

Morian shuffled over, looking at the woman on the ground with a dull expression, her hair in a mess, and her cheeks bulging high on both sides, and her hands, which were still as steady as Mount Tai when she had just killed, trembled somehow.

Killing is not the same as killing someone.

Morian has always thought so.

"No, killing is just killing, it's no different."

As if to see through his heart, Mephistopheles walked over to Morian and joined him in holding the blood-stained iron rod.

"In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent."

"They bully you, hate you, and reject you, and the reason why you haven't been bullied by her is just because you haven't crossed paths with her."

"For the infected, only we, who are also infected, are worthy of your full trust."

Mephistopheles' voice rang in his ears, and Morian only felt that it was like a devil's whisper, and he held the iron rod in his three hands together and slowly stabbed downward.

"We are all swords in the hands of Sister Talllulah, to smash this deformed society for her ideals, and to create a world where the infected can live like normal people"

"To do this, we will stop at nothing."

"And if you want to stand with us, you must write your name in blood."

There was a slight sensation of blockage coming from under the sharp iron rod, but it still moved smoothly downward.

until poked on hard ground.

There was a clang.

Morian lowered his head dumbfounded.

A sharp iron rod pierced the woman's heart, and blood slowly spilled from beneath her, spreading out in all directions.

Her eyes were still blank, and she seemed to be dead long ago.

Those who hold the iron rod are left with their own hands.

When she looked up, Mephistopheles wore a warm smile on her face.

It's like a mask.

"Look, how easy."

Morian lowered his head blankly, looking at the dead woman and his hands.

At this moment, he, who had been immersed in the pleasure of revenge, suddenly realized one thing.

It turns out that they are not righteous either.