On windless land, the rain is as straight as a person.
Jacks stood tall in the windless rain.
Lightning pierced the sky, casting the tall and tall shadow of the man on the ground.
He pointed the long-handled weapon at the crowd in front, and raindrops flowed down the tip of the halberd.
The man reiterated in a commanding tone:
"Get out of the way."
No one gave way.
The confrontation became a deadlock for a while. No one dared to step forward to arrest Jacks, and no one dared to be the first to give up the road.
The man's instant burst of power subverted everyone's understanding - except of course, Chabron, who could see the hierarchy.
Jacks pointed the magic halberd forward, circled it in a circle, and swept it towards the crowd:
"Otherwise I will kill you.
"You! You! You! And you!
"Regardless of men and women, young or old. Just like what you just wanted to do to An Luo.
"Everyone!"
Chabron believed that if Jacks wanted to, he could kill every civilian who refused to give way in the square. If the police department was dispatched, he could also defeat the entire town's armed forces.
Then, the man said this word for the fourth time today:
"Get out of the way!"
Jakes was not negotiating but commanding.
Not a request but a threat.
Some people's hearts are beating fast, and some are trembling.
It is a more serious crime to openly forcibly take away the victims of the festival than to breathe. Every town citizen has the obligation to maintain the order of the festival.
It was just the straw that broke the camel's back before the crowd dispersed.
Chabron took a step forward and stared straight ahead with his emerald eyes.
He is the straw.
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The young man clenched his fists and captured the flow of time in his palms. The mysterious "ticking" sound that only he could hear came from the distant sky, pressing the enter button one after another for the infinitely divisible chapters of time. The raindrops were suspended in the air, imprisoned.
In the prison of time.
The blond priest of Thousand Lights spread his hands:
"Your consciousness is clear, your basic judgment ability is not missing, and it looks different from the situation when you are truly charmed by magic..."
"Uncle Pol, Uncle John, Aunt Martha, or whoever it is. Don't any of you realize--
“The custom of burning people alive in ceremonies, the outlawing of certain names, the laws prohibiting certain categories of people from breathing,
"Is it fundamentally contrary to moral ethics and absurd and counter-intuitive?
"I heard Aunt Martha say: After An Luo dies, according to your ritual, his soul will be introduced into the scarecrow as the source of vitality that drives this straw construct.
"However, I have seen activated scarecrows before. They are the same as the orthodox golems implanted with elemental spirits - they are cold, ruthless and killing machines without any humanity.
"No matter what angle you look at, after losing the memory of your life, the construct driven by the soul is no longer the same person you were before.
"Murder is murder.
"A crime is not lessened by a nice name or by the number of perpetrators."
The people in the front looked at each other in confusion, and Chabron even noticed the slightest doubt in the old carpenter John.
But soon, the doubts disappeared in the sea of people.
No one answered.
The embarrassed person turned into a self-talking Chabron. The collective weaved into a huge sponge, absorbing all the doubting voices.
Finding that he could not simply dispel the abnormal effects on other townspeople (like persuading An Luo), the young priest sighed and released the shackles of time.
He shook his head and smiled, as if he had expected this result.
The sigh sounded more like relief after a routine than disappointment:
"Okay, I get it, ungrateful and disgusting guys.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to reply to me, please get out of the way. Otherwise...
"you
"You'll die!"
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Chabron's real trump card is the [Guiding Divine Power] that can be used once every hour - mobilizing positive energy to show different supernatural effects, which is the manifestation of the priest's pure ideological power.
The most basic use of guided positive energy is [Dispel Undead], which is also one of the priest's signature abilities. In addition, as a priest of light, he can also convert the guided positive energy into pure [Dawn Light], summoning
The gushing light centered on itself engulfs every enemy.
He could predict what the gushing light of the rising sun would bring——
The dawn light wheel that can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy will only make Jacks and An Luo feel warm.
But after the light fades, on the first day of the Silver Moon, there will be dozens more charred corpses that cannot be distinguished in the largest square of Fengxi Town.
Good intentions are not an excuse to tolerate evil deeds or a reason to let others slaughter you. In a desperate situation, the blond boy believed that he would really choose to do this.
Fortunately, before that happens, the endlessly glorious sacrificer has other options.
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"Otherwise, you will die."
People are doubtful and uneasy about this. Will the pastor of the light of mercy and mercy really start a killing spree among the crowd?
Today, this green-eyed boy who used to be gentle and gentle in the past is also uncharacteristically different from his normal self. He does not look like a priest under the seat of a merciful god at all——
A frightening and sickly smile appeared on Chabron's face.
Raindrops slid down the twisted and exquisite face of the beautiful young man with blue eyes.
The amplification effect of [Thumography] has not yet ended, and the voice of the linker priest echoed throughout the square:
"What I want to say is the same as Uncle Jacks, the difference is that I prefer the choice of fate.
"Since no one gets out of the way, I will randomly select the lucky ones and kill them.
"I will count down for 3 seconds. After the countdown is over, every second that passes, I will shoot someone!"
Shoot?
"3"
Everyone could see that Chabron had no weapon in his hand.
"2"
Chabrin stretched out his index finger and thumb, made his hand look like a pistol, and pointed it at the crowd gathered in front of him.
"1"
Use your hands as guns.
"0"
Although what the boy did was like a child's play, no one dared to ignore the warning of a real spellcaster.
"Boom!" The blond priest made a gunshot sound with his mouth, and the muzzle of the gun made by his index finger moved.
If nothing happens, people will just laugh at the boy's actions.
But at the same time, real gunfire also rang out.
"Bang!"
"ah!--"
The sound of gunshots and the extremely painful screams of the woman who was shot resounded over the square.
As the "culprit", Chabron laughed heartily. This formerly gentle blond boy seemed to enjoy the killing spree. He used his hand as a gun and fired again.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!
There is still no singing of wind in Fengge Square.
"ah!--"
"ah!--"
Gunshots and screams continued one after another.
The townspeople were not professional soldiers, and they had been shocked by Jacks' force just now.
When the first escapee sets an example, the deterrent effect of the group on individuals immediately falls apart, and the second to twentieth escapees follow closely behind.
Like the straw that broke the camel's back, riots spread among the crowd.
