I saw that this boy named Pompeii showed his iron hand in his dream, imposed tyranny, and brutally suppressed the opposition.

He formed a patrol and secret police group in the city directly subordinate to him to arrest those who did not obey him. The leaders of the opposition were thrown into prison by Pompeii.

No, not in prison.

Those who opposed it were thrown directly into the basement and sacrificed to torture rituals, using their own pain and misfortune to power the entire city.

The most appropriate sacrifice for this ritual magic is the underage victims, and most of the opponents are already adults.

But even if the sacrifice is not the most suitable, the energy extracted during the crucifixion is about 1/10 of the suitable sacrifice. When enough opponents put into the basement to turn it into energy, the amount of energy obtained is also extremely staggering.

"Indeed, the prosperity of the city of Omera should not be based on the suffering of innocent children," Pompey said grimly, sitting in his seat.

"Now let's use the pain of you sinners to water the prosperity of the city."

A close-up of his cold and rigid face is frozen on the dream projection.

"It seems that this reference named Pompeii has a lot of hope of winning the championship." The demon cultists were talking.

Except for Pompeii, most of the students who participated in the assessment also solved the problem in their own way, but they did not have the iron wrist like him.

Perhaps because their intelligence had decreased a little in the dream, most of them did not think of making the opposition a ritual sacrifice to provide energy.

I wonder how Russell is doing? Vermouth set her sights on Russell's dream.

Russell in the dream did not show any iron and blood.

After the invasion of the city by the Brave Brigade, he changed the law and established a prison in the face of opposition voices.

Russell built the prison underground, and the felons who were kept in the prison became the victims of the magical ritual, suffering from hunger and disease, and providing energy for the city, replacing the otherwise innocent children.

Russell's strategy of substituting criminals for innocent children gave Russell widespread support, and the original opposition, most of them, regained support for the mayor, with only the most fierce minority still opposing him.

This most fierce group of opponents still has reasons to refute -

Even sinful people should not be used as energy for the operation of cities. Not to mention, the guilty are not necessarily guilty, and the way magic rituals are run encourages the mayor to convict more people.

But their voices were too quiet and largely drowned out to pose a threat to Russell.

This...... Seeing this scene, Wei Meisi's thoughts were churning, and he didn't know how to make a statement.

"Oh, this student's name is Russell, right?" The tall red-robed presiding priest Blood Moon looked at Russell's dream and chuckled:

"He's smart and he's doing well, but what we in the Red Order of Chaos really need is a wolf, not a cunning fox."

His subtext is that Russell's approach to the problem is indeed good, but the methods are too soft, more like a normal person than a ruthless cultist. In comparison, Pompey, who he fancied and showed an iron-blooded wrist, undoubtedly performed better.

As soon as the red-robed demon priest finished speaking, Russell's dream scene changed again.

"Wait, no, Russell has a new move!"

……

Russell did not indulge in the stability of the majority of the people after changing the law.

He exerted the spirit of "beating the water dogs", relying on the support of the majority of the people, and began to liquidate the most fierce opposition groups that still oppose him to this day.

Russula fought one faction after another, and threw the fiercest opposition figures into prison to supply them.

With each such enemy thrown into an underground prison, the city functioned more smoothly, the weather clearer, the craftsmen had more wisdom, and the people were healthier. There is more powerful magical energy at the disposal of Mayor Russell, making him invincible.

When all the enemies were thrown into the underground prison, Russell did not stop. Because relatively speaking, the enemy, who was originally opposed to the less fierce, became the most fierce group of people, and was also thrown into the underground prison.

Then, Russell repeats the above steps.

After repeated dichotomy, the entire inhabitants of the city of Omera, including his closest cronies, were thrown into underground prisons.

In this way, in the entire city of Omera, only the mayor Russell was left.

He was at his disposal, coming from an underground prison, with an unknown number of times more majestic magical energy than he had been.

It's another wine-colored twilight.

Russell walked in the twilight, walking through the streets of the city of Omera, watching the blood-soaked sun set in the west.

"It's so quiet, there are no more people in molds on the streets, it's really different from the city of Omera in the early days."

Looking at the beautiful sunset, Russell smiled with satisfaction.

Finally, his dream came true.

Feeling the unprecedented smoothness of the sunset, as well as the non-stuttering, normal way of walking, Russell's eyes welled up with moving tears.

After locking everyone in the basement to generate electricity, the dream is finally gone!

Although Russell thinks of himself as a 36k Iron Blooded Madonna, it's just a game anyway.

It is still too early for humans to have compassion for the mold-piercing NPCs who walk upside down, have fire all over their bodies, get stuck on the wall, and have their faces turned into mosaics.

……

In the real world, all the cultists stared at Russell's dreams, dumbfounded.

"Russell, you did a good job, you deserve to be the person I fancied!" Vermouth boasted again in his heart.

The tall red-robed chief priest Blood Moon has been impressed by Russell, and he is amazed:

"This Russell is not simple! It turned out that the earliest modest performance was just to deceive people's hearts and gain support, and in the end they put all the people in the city except themselves in the dungeon! ”

Blood Moon thought that Pompey, which he had previously fancied, was indeed a little worse than Russell in terms of wrists.

Thinking of this, Blood Moon turned his head to look at Vermouth:

"This Russell that you and Miss dug up is indeed a talent. What we need in the Red Order of Chaos is such a demonic talent! ”

Just as Wei Meisi was about to be happy, he heard the voice of another red-robed priest behind him:

"It's Thebes, who did the same thing!"

(End of chapter)