The flickering light of the fire, the choking firewood smoke, and the pitiful screams of pain and fear. Just standing on this street where people used to come and go, my five senses can't help being impacted.
Broken glass on both sides of the street was scattered all over the floor. There were traces of smoke and fire everywhere, and half-burned gray and black dry firewood was scattered randomly.
Destroy, plunder, destroy.
The Chernobogs were like yellow sheep driven by wolves, running on the streets, while the infected were chasing fiercely like hyenas, and there were screams everywhere.
Morian stood there, his thin body wrapped in a brand new winter coat that he had snatched from somewhere without even taking off the tags, and he was overwhelmed with excitement.
These three days since the beginning of the 'war' were the most beautiful days he had ever experienced in his life.
When he's hungry, he can have hot food, and when he's cold, he can casually search for thick clothes from the store. Even a few days ago, he went to a luxuriously decorated hotel in the center of the city to soak in a hot spring - water resources are extremely precious in the city.
In the mobile city, this was something he had never dared to think about before.
Moreover, Morian has also awakened the power that Master Tallulah mentioned. Although the degree of mastery is not too high, ordinary people have no power to resist in front of him.
Even though his body is so thin, with just a wave of Morian's hand, those strong adults will be blown to pieces.
No one can hit him again!
No one can step on his head or spit on him!
No one can make him apologize!
Morian felt the delicious taste of power for the first time.
This is more addictive than wine and food.
Beat! Smash! Rob! Burn!
Loot everything he wants!
All those who have bullied him must kneel before him.
Just like it is now.
'Bang--'
The curved iron rod was raised high in Morian's hand, and then suddenly fell down, hitting the man with a muffled sound like a pound of pork.
Clang.
Morian threw the iron bar aside, lowered his head and pulled the man's hair, lifted his blood-covered head, and faced him.
The smile on Morian's face seemed to be a little mocking.
The burly man with bloodstained head was trembling uncontrollably.
"I remember you."
"People from the Fakun Association, right?"
"That night four days ago, you kicked me eighteen times on the head and spit on my face."
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, and trembled and gave in: "Mr...Mr...
.I, I was ordered by others, I am just an ordinary member of the association...I don’t want to either.”
"Spare...spare me."
"Please."
"OK."
Morian smiled condescendingly and threw the man to the ground casually. The increase in physical functions brought by the Origin Stone made him feel as if he had been reborn, and his strength far exceeded the level of a normal person.
The man fell to the ground with a bang, his head was bruised and bleeding, but he felt a surprise in his heart - his companions had been killed seven or eight times by this little guy during their escape, and now they only
He is left.
However, the next moment, his head was stepped on by a foot.
The man's heart froze, then he lowered his head deeply and lay motionless on the ground.
However, in just four days, the perpetrator and the victim changed places, but the violence remained unchanged.
Morian picked up the bloody iron rod from the ground and stretched it out in front of the man, as if teasing a dog, lowering his head and looking down at him:
"Here, lick the blood clean and I'll let you go."
The man's head trembled as he was stepped on the ground, and he swallowed when he looked at the bloody iron rod.
He is from Ursus and has lived in the cold winter and snowy days all year round. He knows the consequences of licking the steel in winter with his tongue.
But looking at Morian's expression, he had no choice but to stick out his tongue.
Sure enough, as soon as it got on it, my tongue was frozen tightly to the iron rod. I couldn't close my mouth even in the weather of -30 degrees below zero, and my mouth felt like a knife.
After just a slight tear, the tongue frozen on the iron rod seemed to be torn off. The man could only look at Morian in a flattering manner, with an extremely humble posture.
He wants to live.
Morian watched this scene with interest.
"Yes, keep pulling and use more force."
"Hahaha, what's wrong? You can't lick anymore?"
"Then...this stick will be given to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly paused with an expression that was almost tangled in pain.
Poof.
The iron rod was pierced directly into his mouth, and then thrust into the ground with his backhand.
Blood overflowed and then slowly froze into blood crystals.
The smile on Morian's face suddenly faded, and he spat on his body.
Just like what this man did a few days ago.
There is another body on the street.
After killing the person, Morian let out a long breath as if he had given up something. His thin body had no motivation anymore, so he randomly found a corner and squatted down.
I just don't know why, but I feel a little empty in my heart.
"Not bad, you are very decisive in your actions! Have you awakened yet?"
"May I have your name?"
Morian was startled when he heard the voice. He turned around and saw a big kid about his age, wearing white long sleeves and only shorts, holding a weird staff standing behind him.
After reacting for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"May, Lord Mephisto!"
This is one of the cadres in the Integration Movement, and he is also a powerful person with five-star potential. He is responsible for medical treatment and staff in the Integration Movement, and he is an extremely talented person.
Less than four days after joining the integration movement, Morian was already familiar with the information on the major cadres of the integration movement.
Mephistopheles, who is the same age as him, is his idol.
For a moment, Morian, whose clothes were still stained with blood, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Lord Mephisto! My name is Morian. I just joined the Integration Movement four days ago. I have awakened the Origin Stone Energy!"
"Yes, you have great potential."
He was obviously only twelve or thirteen years old, but he pretended to be giving advice. Mephistopheles walked forward with a smile and casually kicked the body nailed to the ground.
"This person has a grudge against you?"
"Yes...yes." Morian's voice became slightly weaker, as if he lacked confidence, "Lord Mephisto..."
"It doesn't matter." Mephistopheles held the weird-shaped staff with one hand and waved his hand magnanimously, "Sister Tallulah's order is to destroy the soilless food production area and immediately raid the city center. Who do you want to kill?
It has nothing to do with me, as long as I can complete Sister Tallulah’s mission.”
"But I just made an observation. Counting this, it seems that you only killed three people."
"Are you not used to it?"
Mephisto seemed concerned and moved closer, and Morian's voice became less confident:
"Yes...yes, I, I only dare to attack those who have bullied me."
"That's not okay."
Mephistopheles looked at him, the staff in his hand paused on the ground, and scolded in a serious tone,
"Anyone who blocks our pursuit of a normal life is our enemy."
"When facing enemies, you should kill them one by one by any means necessary."
"Why, what are you afraid of?"
Morian lowered his head and said in a low voice:
"I, I just think it would be good to kill all those who have bullied us..."
"Others, as for other people, it doesn't seem to matter if they are alive?"
"oh?"
Mephistopheles took a step closer,
"Are you pitying them?"
"No...I'm not..."
"Then who has pitied you!?"
Mephistopheles suddenly grabbed Morian's collar, his forehead was almost touching his forehead, and he growled and questioned him with a cold face.
"Tell me! When you were bullied, did they ever pity you?"
"Did they ever pity you when you were hungry and cold?"
"Did they ever pity you when you were in so much pain due to Originium disease and you had Originium stones growing out in pieces on your body?"
"Did they feel sorry for you when you were struggling to find food in the trash?"
After being shouted at by him, Morian suppressed the words he wanted to use to explain, and did not dare to say a word.
Mephistopheles pushed him aside, pulled out the iron rod from the corpse and threw it in front of him.
The bloody iron rod fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.
Mephistopheles glanced around, kicked away an Ursus-infected man who was twitching on a woman in the street, pointed at the woman on the ground, and turned to look at Morian.
"Pick up your weapons."
"come over."
"Kill her."
Morian looked at Mephistopheles, then at the woman on the ground whose eyes were lifeless and almost dull, and her throat moved dryly.
"Pick up your weapons!"
Mephistopheles growled coldly, and Morian tremblingly picked up the iron rod.
It was obviously a murder, but now he only felt that the iron rod in his hand was a thousand times heavier than before.
"Mei... Lord Mephisto, she, she has never bullied me..."
"I asked you to kill her."
"But......"
"This is an order from the cadres."
"Gudong."
Morian shuffled over and looked at the woman with a dull expression on the ground, her hair was in a mess, and her cheeks were bulging high due to being slapped. Her hands, which were as steady as a rock when she just committed the murder, suddenly trembled for some reason.
stand up.
There is a difference between killing and killing.
Morian has always thought so.
"No, killing is just killing, there is nothing different."
Seemingly seeing through his heart, Mephisto walked up to Morian and held the blood-stained iron rod with him.
"When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent."
"They bully you, hate you, and exclude you. The reason why you have not been bullied by her is just because you have no intersection with her."
"For the infected, only we, who are also infected, are worthy of your full trust."
Mephisto's voice rang in his ears, and Morian felt it was like the devil's whisper. The three hands held the iron rod together and stabbed it down slowly.
"We are all the swords in the hands of Sister Tallulah. We must smash this deformed society for her ideals and create a world where infected people can live like normal people..."
"We will do whatever it takes to do this."
"And if you want to stand with us, you must write your declaration of surrender with blood."
There was a very slight feeling of blockage under the sharp iron rod, but it still moved down smoothly.
Until it hits the hard ground.
Make a clanging sound.
Morian lowered his head blankly.
The sharp iron rod penetrated the woman's heart, and the blood slowly overflowed from under her body and spread around.
Her eyes were still dull, as if she had been dead a long time ago.
The one holding the iron rod has only his own hands left.
When he raised his head, Mephistopheles had a warm smile on his face.
It's like a mask.
"Look, how simple it is."
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 something.