The sledgehammer hit the fragile glass with a crisp sound.
The strong infected person screamed crazily and smashed everything in front of him with the hammer. The glass shards exploded in a scattering pattern and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The iron rope on the door handle fell with a clang.
On the ground, large numbers of infected people rushed in with large strides.
Robbery, destruction, looting, killing.
Everything they saw in front of them was the target of their destruction. One shop after another in front of them was like a rice field ravaged by locusts. The once bustling and bustling streets were now in shambles.
Large numbers of infected people escaped from the quarantine area and vented all the injustice they had suffered on everything in front of them after seeing the light of day again.
They can no longer be called human beings.
Groups of infected people gather and disperse and wander through the streets and alleys, dragging weapons they can easily get, attacking everyone they can see without any purpose, constantly venting their grievances
.
Why are we infected?
Why can we only live in a dilapidated quarantine area?
Why should we be looked down upon by you? Called untouchables?
Why do we have to suffer so much injustice?
Why?
The consequences of one group's oppression of another group often need to be borne by the individuals in both groups.
When an avalanche strikes, no snowflake is innocent.
Madness, violence, sin.
Sadness, pain, resentment.
Then it became more and more violent.
Noble Avenue, Valerie Dessert Shop.
There were bursts of shattering glass coming from outside the cabinet, and the sharp screams of the customers who were hiding here were being dragged out. The various sounds were mixed together, making people's hearts throb.
Mousse covered the little ears on the top of her head with a pair of small hands, stuffed the black Gothic skirt tightly under her little buttocks, preventing the fabric from being exposed outside the food cabinet, curled her tail into a ball, and got excited every time she heard a cry.
He trembled, even the hair at the end of his tail stood up, and his little face was full of fear.
After the sound stopped and the screams disappeared, Mousse breathed a small sigh of relief.
Then he quietly put his little head close to the gap between the food cabinet doors and peeked out.
The door of the food cabinet was completely torn off along with the hinge of the door frame. The sawdust between the cabinets exploded, and countless sawdust flew in all directions, revealing the ferocious and vicious face in front of the cabinet door.
Mousse's brain suddenly felt as if it had been hit hard by a hammer, and he was completely confused.
The eyes instinctively receive information projected into the lens, reflected in the retina, and transmitted to the brain.
Everyone had their mouths and noses covered by the thugs and could not make any sound.
Store manager Lyanna, Sister Resna, Uncle Fili, Grandpa Agreus...
Some people had their mouths and noses covered, while others fell to the ground with their faces covered in blood.
The thugs were armed with sticks, axes and hammers.
The man with one eye covered by the crystallized Originium wore a face that might have been gentle, but looked incomparably ferocious when covered with Originium crystals. He pulled up the collar of Mousse's Gothic dress with one hand and roughly held it.
She pulled it out of the food cabinet and banged it on the ground.
Mousse's small body hit the hard floor, and she was suddenly shocked. Her whole body woke up from the dazed state, and her brain suddenly received the name "
fear' emotion.
Mousse retched in his mouth, and tears immediately poured into his eyes.
"No... please... I, I never scolded you... I don't want to die..."
While sobbing, she carefully endured the pain from the dense glass fragments on her back and instinctively crawled from one side of the floor to the other.
The store manager Lyanna, whose dress was torn in half, had tears in her eyes, and she sobbed and made a sharp sound from her throat.
She's letting Mousse escape.
Run away quickly.
Even if you can't protect yourself.
The one-eyed man who pulled Mousse out of the cabinet door had a look of numb and desperate hysteria on his face. He tried his best to smile calmly:
"How cute...I've been looking for you since I entered the store, Miss Mousse."
As he spoke, he clicked on the employee photos hanging in Valerie's store.
Mousse’s picture is clearly on the list.
The mousse in the photo is slender and compact, with a shy and quiet smile on her face.
There was an almost intoxicated smile on the face of the one-eyed infected person, and his pale hands that showed his knuckles firmly grabbed Mousse's slender arm and pulled her to him.
His voice was hoarse and his tone was gentle.
"You know... I once had a daughter as old as you."
"She is just like you, small, a little shy, and very cute."
"I love her very much."
"But, after I was infected with Originium Disease..."
The expression on One-Eye's face suddenly distorted, and he smashed Mousse against the wall with a bang. Mousse, who kept begging for mercy, rolled his eyes and almost vomited. His small and slender body curled up in pain, but was beaten again.
One Eye grabbed him and pressed him against the wall.
The twisted expression on his face was filled with unspeakable anger and resentment.
"It's my lovely daughter, as reported by the inspector..."
Boom.
He slammed his forehead into Mousse's little head, and all the muscles in his body were tense due to the violent change of emotions. He pressed Mousse's neck with one hand, and lifted her little face with force with the other hand, making Mousse face him.
See.
"It's cute..."
"How cute!!"
"Cute!!!"
One-Eye pressed his forehead against Mousse who was almost unconscious, and howled hysterically.
"I'm so..."
"Love her!!"
With a puff, One Eye stabbed the dagger in his hand into his thigh muscle, soaking the sharp dagger with blood.
His face was almost distorted by pain, but his expression was so happy.
"All this is because of Originium Disease."
"Without the infection, my life wouldn't be like this."
"If it weren't for your discrimination and isolation of infected people, my daughter would not betray me."
"If you are also infected..."
"Hehehehe..."
Tsk.
The bloody dagger stabbed into Mousse's left hand.
Mousse, who almost fainted, was instantly awakened by the severe pain. He raised his head suddenly, and was roughly pressed against the wall by One Eye. The back of his head collided with the wall, making a muffled sound.
The two upright cat ears suddenly hung limply on top of the head, and Xuenian's little face was covered with traces of blood and tears.
One-eye was still so crazy, with an ugly and exaggerated smile on his face.
"Now...you are also infected."
Mousse had fallen into a semi-conscious state and could not hear anything.
Store manager Leanna, who was pushed to the ground, looked at Mousse who was pushed against the wall with a desperate expression, her pupils losing focus.
She didn't understand what she had done wrong to suffer such a disaster.
She also didn't understand what Mu Si, whom she regarded as her own daughter, had done wrong to deserve such abuse.
"Ho ho ho...hahahahahaha..."
One-eye smiled crazily, but tears fell out of it unconsciously. The wound on her thigh was bleeding. She pressed Mousse's delicate neck with both hands, pinching her snow-white skin and leaving deep wounds.
Grip marks.
"Hello."
Suddenly there was a shout from behind.
One Eye was still laughing crazily.
"What about you, the blind man?"
One-Eye's laughter stopped, and his expression suddenly twisted from a crazy smile to a ferocious anger. He cursed angrily and turned around.
"Who the hell are you calling blind...?"
The top of his head was suddenly grasped tightly by a big, plier-like hand.
Even the words were pressed hard and banged into his mouth. His teeth were almost shattered, his tongue was bitten off, and his mouth was bleeding.
His single eye almost popped out of its socket.
His expression gradually changed from sour to refreshing.
It seems, is it fear?
thump.
Mousse's small body fell to the ground, only the arm where the dagger was pierced was still nailed to the wall.
Click.
His five fingers immediately sank into his skull, and his skull cracked loudly.
One Eye could even clearly feel that his head was being crushed by a force like a hydraulic press.
Huge fear ran through his thin and pale body, and he waved his hands randomly, but his body was easily suppressed in place by the arms stretched out from behind, and he could not even move.
His spine creaked under the tremendous pressure.
Almost broken.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
One-eyed man's chin was pressed against his collarbone by big hands, and he couldn't even open his mouth, and his cervical vertebrae made crisp snapping sounds.
He screamed in his heart and begged his companions to save him, but no sound came from behind him.
Was it all wiped out?
He thought with such fear in his heart.
A cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Didn't anyone tell you that when someone talks to you, you have to face the other person?"
There was no emotion in his tone.
One Eye suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Click
The big hands on the top of the head were twisted like hydraulic pliers, and the loose cervical vertebrae were instantly broken. The neck muscles were twisted instantly under the huge force, and the whole neck was rolled up several times like wrung clothes.
Both eyes face backward.
It was a tall and strong Luper man, followed by two films, one yellow and one white.
His big hands were pressing on his head.
On the ground, the bodies of all infected people had been split into two, with their heads and bodies separated.
thump.
Han Baiyi threw the body in front of him away, his face full of disgust.
"How rude."
...
"Hiss...hoo...hiss...hoo..."
Purple-haired cat ears hang floppy on the top of her head. She has waist-length purple hair and looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. She breathed heavily and leaned her back against the wall of the dark alley.
, his face was covered with dust.
The short black-haired film girl was lying in front of her, lifting up her shirt and wrapping the torn off sleeves around her tender belly. Circles of red blood soaked through the clothes.
Slowly flowing and seeping onto the ground.
Morgan held down the tie with one hand and pulled the bandage hard with the other. Holding the other end of the bandage in his mouth, he pulled back on his neck to tighten the seal.
When the bleeding barely stopped, it stopped.
"Gawain, are those people still there?"
The black-haired Morgan raised his head and whispered to Gawain who was watching the wind at the entrance of the alley.
The purple-haired girl was sitting against the wall. Although the penetrating wound on her abdomen was in heart-rending pain, she had not made any sound since the bandaging started. She just gritted her teeth tightly and held the belt in her hand.
A bloody narrow sword.
"Already gone." Gawain looked out cautiously, "He went to the east. He should be heading towards the imperial city."
"That's good......"
Morgan nodded and glanced at the girl leaning against the wall.
"Looking at the clothes you are wearing, you are a student of Wesesk Private Middle School, right?"
"What's your name? Where is your home?"
Morgan's tone of voice did not fluctuate. When facing strangers, there was always no emotion in her voice. It seemed that because she had been a gang leader for a long time, she unconsciously spoke with a bit of scorn.
"Melanza...my name is Melanza."
The purple-haired girl struggled to speak, her face was pale, and the veins under her skin were almost visible, but there was no trace of vulnerability on her face.
"My home..."
She did not continue.
Morgan looked out and saw that not far outside the alley was the Melantha Aromatherapy Store.
Melanza is the most famous perfume luxury brand in Londinium and even Victoria. A small bottle can be sold for thousands of gantry coins, which is equivalent to half a month's income of many civilian families.
At first they thought she was just a student casually visiting a perfume store, but they didn't expect that the girl they picked up at random turned out to be a rich little sheep.
If I had collected student protection fees before, I would have been so lucky for such a long time.
But in the past, it seemed that they would not dare to come to such a core area to collect protection fees from students.
Morgan threw away the mental inertia brought by his previous habits and looked around cautiously.
It's a pity. It would be great if there was a professional magician here. A good magician can even see through the building hundreds of meters away.
Although Morgan knows some Originium skills, her occupation is actually a special one, while Gawain is a heavy-duty weapon, and neither of them has much investigative abilities.
Melanza sat quietly against the wall, breathing at a certain frequency and constantly adjusting her state.
He held the sword tightly in his hand.
"Hey, are you a combat professional?"
Morgan was watching at the entrance of the alley and suddenly asked Melanza.
Melanza was startled, looked at the wound on her abdomen, and then nodded.
"yes."
"What about career?"
"...It should be Konoe, right?"
She hasn't had a physical test of a warrior yet, but she only knows that her master is training her to be a close guard.
Although the swordsmanship training was just to strengthen her body at the beginning, now, her swordsmanship level has obviously gone beyond the scope of 'building body'.
However, according to her master, her swordsmanship seems to be at its limit after being trained to this level.
Her health is not good.
Morgan nodded slightly and frowned.
Gawain also looked toward the distance of the street with a cautious expression.
"The footsteps were very heavy, there must be quite a few."
"Well, there are at least more than three hundred people, but they may not find us."
The two of them murmured quietly while looking towards the roofs of tall buildings on one side of the alley.
This is the aristocratic district of Londinium, with high-rise buildings everywhere.
The building on their side is as high as sixteen or seventeen stories.
Morgan glanced at Melanza: "You can grab my back in a moment, and I will take you to climb up first, while Gawain buys time for us."
"But now that you are injured, you are a burden to us. I can only carry you on my back. As for whether you can hold on until I climb to the top of the building, it depends on you."