Chapter 85 The Left Hand Without Precepts (Part 2)
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As soon as Roland and his party walked out of the alley, they saw the house where the undead lived in Rib Blade Street collapsed with a huge explosion, falling layer by layer. The five-story high-rise building collapsed section by section under the influence of gravity.
It collapsed, stirring up dust and making a loud noise.
However, there was no light or fire visible in this massive explosion.
From this perspective, the bomb probably detonated directly under the house. The entire underground structure of the house was directly blown down, and it had no choice but to collapse layer by layer.
However, that should be where the prison on Riblade Street is.
How on earth did the professor place the bomb there?
Everyone was filled with doubts.
But before everyone could rush there, a huge fireball rose from the ruins, blowing up the fragments of the building directly, and smashing the surrounding buildings into sieves at a very high initial speed.
But this is not over yet——
The building fragments flying upward were covered in flames as thick as pulp, and scattered freely in the sky like rain, igniting the surrounding houses.
Not to mention the pedestrians on the road. Debris falling from a height of several hundred meters is wrapped in flames that can instantly scorch people, or high-speed debris that can’t even be seen clearly sends puffs of smoke out of the surrounding houses.
They slaughtered all the people on the street.
The power of the two explosions coming together was so terrifying——
Even three blocks away, everyone could feel the power of the near-natural disaster.
Not knowing who was taking the lead, they all bowed their heads and paid tribute to Roland.
If Roland hadn't suddenly asked them to give up their plan to penetrate the sewers on Riblade Street all the way to the ground and instead go up from Qingguo Avenue. I'm afraid they would have been unable to escape now and would have been seriously injured by the sudden attack.
But now, seeing how the undead's house was blown up, it seems that there is no need for Roland and the others to kill him.
If the bomb was made by the professor, then it means that the professor had personally killed the undead once.
Now even if Roland and the others capture the undead and give it to the professor, they probably won't be able to do anything.
What's more, based on the power of the explosion, if you want to find the undead now, you may have to find a way to detach it from the wall...
"Lord Orlando, what should we do now?"
Deke asked with his head bowed respectfully, and others also cast expectant and submissive glances.
If the undead soul cannot 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 has discovered that they don’t know where to start. Their desire has been distorted from self-preservation to a broader level.
Roland did not respond, but looked steadily at the dying homeless people on the street, and suddenly chuckled as if he had discovered something.
"Cheer up, children. We are not destroyers, we are saviors," Roland's voice was hoarse and gentle, with obvious kindness, "Now it's time for the saviors to save others. Isn't it?"
Facing everyone's puzzled looks, Roland pointed at the homeless people who could be seen everywhere on the street.
"Tell me. What did you see?"
"A homeless person? A dying person? No, no - they are messengers. They are messengers of hope."
"Now the City of Fortune is filled with wars and explosions, becoming unstable, dangerous and full of chaos."
Roland raised his hand and pointed to the house where the undead was completely destroyed by the explosion, and his tone gradually became more and more passionate: "Under the threat of explosion, everyone on this street may die suddenly in the next second, and home is no longer synonymous with safety.
Structures made of mud, stone and civil engineering are not much safer than paper in the face of bombs."
"No matter how well-behaved the children are, they cannot prevent bombs from reaching their homes. And even death row inmates may escape in a bombed prison."
"——In this case, there is no difference between the rules of the City of Fortune and the jokes. Come and tell me, I have proven it to you with facts. As long as you obey my orders, I can save you."
Roland raised the corner of his mouth and carved an unsettling arc on his white chin: "So, we can replace him."
Everyone's breathing stopped.
Instead——
Their eyes lit up.
Yes, once the leader of Rib Blade Street dies - or dies once, his power will almost be divided up. But no one says that the only ones who can divide these powers are the rulers of other streets.
If Mr. Orlando can take the place of the undead and occupy Rib Blade Street, then those who first followed Roland will also transform from ordinary people at the lowest level in the City of Fortune to executors of power and become real privileged ones!
"Lord Roland! What do you need us to do?"
Even the old Joseph beside him had his eyes gleaming and he was breathing heavily.
There are not many priests of the Lord of Darkness who are rich. Due to religious restrictions, they cannot use the money they earn through normal means.
This has almost brought the vast majority of pastors to the edge of poverty.
It is precisely because of such doctrinal urging that many pastors, even if they still had compassion in their hearts at first, soon had to give up all reserve and do whatever it took to survive.
However, this doctrine also has its loopholes.
It would not be allowed for a priest of the Lord of Darkness to earn a salary as a sinecure elsewhere - but if he is hired as a consultant by the ruler of a certain area in the City of Fortune, he can be charged with "planning for evil people"
Launder the money.
However, basically no one is willing to hire a priest from the Lord of Darkness, especially in the City of Fortune.
That's because deception and betrayal are also the domain of the Lord of Darkness. And the more deceit and betrayal are in a place, the more people will care about these things.
However, now Joseph Sr. is only offering his loyalty to Roland in the name of an ordinary assassin and has not exposed his identity - at least in his opinion, his identity has not been exposed.
To his surprise, his "Orlando" didn't pay attention to him, just shook his head and walked towards a homeless man in front.
But when old Joseph saw the face of the homeless man in front of Roland, his expression had to change.
"Kaka?"
Old Joseph looked over there in surprise.
Kakarit—that was his colleague, one of the twelve priests who were sent to the City of Fortune with him.
Old Joseph remembered that he had a seven-year-old daughter. Kakarit showed Old Joseph and the others her photo at the party a few nights ago. She was very cute.
"How could he be...like this?"
Without everyone paying much attention, Old Joseph put away his playful smile, and a feline cold light began to flash in his narrowed eyes.
Just by looking at it, he could tell what kind of torture Kakarit had suffered.
His neck was cracked and dripping with blood. There were two circles of gray-black marks with bloody scabs near the wound. The area was full of blisters, and pus had even begun to ooze out.
It must be because it has been sprinkled with salt.
The injury was probably caused by being carefully burned with a hot iron - or by being put on a red iron collar.
Apart from this possibility, Old Joseph could not imagine what kind of injury could cause a person's neck to suffer such a degree of burns without causing death.
The nails on all ten of his fingers were violently pulled out with pliers, and the phalanges of two of them were also brutally crushed due to the executioner's skill.
At the same time, Old Joseph noticed that the index finger, middle finger, and thumb of Kakarit's right hand were penetrated by a rusty iron nail that was used in life. He could not use force at all and was very easy to get infected.
Seeing this, old Joseph's brain almost boiled with surging anger——
Those beasts are inferior to pigs and dogs!
The injury on Kakarit's neck was already easily infected, especially now that the dust from the explosion in the City of Fortune is everywhere, and he would choke and cough if he took a big breath...
Old Joseph couldn't help but cast his expectant eyes on Roland.
Although he didn't think that a "Tianqi Guard" could have any treatment methods...but maybe Roland might have a treatment potion?
For the first time, Old Joseph looked forward to Roland showing his kindness - he once thought that this characteristic was completely harmful and unhelpful in the City of Wealth.
As long as he can receive treatment, with Kakarit's physical condition, it is possible to survive!
"Please, we must save Kaka!"
Old Joseph prayed silently. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net