old dream

Chapter 200 The Trampled Sacrifice
There is no clear dividing line between Nanstadt and the Old Town.

Before the city of Stade was built, the city walls had just retired from history under artillery.So Altstadt was a city without walls from the beginning.

The shelters built by the first group of Sincilian refugees in the outskirts were still separated from Stade at that time by a small piece of woodland.But now, this narrow strip of woodland has long been swallowed by the ever-expanding city.Sandwiched between South Stade and the Old Town, it is like a transition zone between healthy organisms and tumors, even more chaotic than the interior of Sindhili.

Except for the main road that was vacated by blowing up a few rows of houses, the only thing that can barely be called a road in this area is the inadvertently left gaps between houses.Usually this area is always congested, but when it comes to the turbulent moment when this kind of riot happens, there is no way to block the entrance at all.

The five hands have set up a barricade on the main road, and several of the most important crowds have been blocked, but those capillary-like lanes are still passable.So soon some rioters came to their senses and tried to get around the paths leading to nowhere between the houses on both sides.

They planned to disperse into South Stad first, and then regroup after reaching the rear of the Sincilians.

Among them, the fastest responders are, without exception, groups led by members of the fraternity.

Because they have already planned and rehearsed countless times for this holy day.

People have either gathered towards the main road, or are hiding at home and dare not go out.So these alleys seem extraordinarily quiet.

A Fraternity Sorcerer of the Moon is leading a group of unemployed soldiers down the alley.They are one of the most active rioting groups of late, and their members are seasoned veterans who have broken open and looted the mansions of several wealthy Sincilian businessmen and committed numerous crimes.But now they entered South Stade, definitely not to rob those poor people who have no oil and water, but to perform a more important mission.

They want to assassinate the leader of the gang organization, the five patriarchs, of which Marizio is the primary target, in order to disintegrate the unusual organizational power of the five hands.

But these actions are not aimed at eliminating the resistance of the Sincilians. Their real purpose is even completely opposite to the appearance: to let the gang members get out of control and stimulate them.

Thus allowing them to counterattack without restraint in the chaos.

For example, shooting at the dense crowd with guns.

The death of the lieutenant alone is not enough.A single riot, at most a few hundred people will die, and it will end in a hurry, which is far from changing the population structure of the city.

Only by letting the five hands use automatic weapons on a large group of Anhe people in full view, can the principality and even the alliance be forced to make up their minds to completely suppress and expel the Sincilians in the territory.

However, if the elite "soldiers" with light machine guns can maintain restraint in the event of losing their leader.

The wizard looked to his side. A member of the fraternity was carrying a bulging leather bag, which contained a light machine gun they had only recently acquired.

At that point, they don't mind doing the work for Five Hands.

At least sixteen groups with a mission similar to theirs have entered Nanstadt.And no matter what your own ending is, as long as there is a small group of people among them who succeed.

It is enough to decide the situation in the next few decades in one fell swoop.

This is the complete blueprint that the Brotherhood has planned for many years, and it is close at hand.

but.

For some reason, Wizard Ziyue staggered suddenly, causing the rest of the group to stop and cast doubtful glances at him.But he waved his hand and said he was fine.

In fact, it is inconvenient to explain to these ordinary people.

From just now, the spiritual essence in his consciousness has been losing crazily, and now it is also declining together with the abundance of life.

It should be Boer who is drawing the spirit essence from the sanctuary at an abnormal speed.However, as a subject, he cannot take the initiative to terminate the connection.

Is something wrong?

As a wizard, I have already begun to feel overwhelmed, so what about ordinary people?At first he couldn't imagine how miserable the situation of other groups would be now.

Every member who is qualified to be connected with the sanctuary is the true backbone of the brotherhood, because the oath has verified their reliability.

If something goes wrong with this group, any plans will be empty talk.

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"So far, how about giving up like this?"

Ke Lin reset his dislocated left hand, his eyes were still empty, and his tone was therefore cold.

He gave back to the other party what Ball had given to himself.

"If you stop now, at least your subordinates can survive."

Instead of dying from meaningless entanglements.

Bohr didn't answer anything, but the silver statue in front of him was slowly covered with blasphemous flames again.

That's hundreds of people using their lives to power it, in an extremely inefficient and wasteful way.

"If they know, who have I met here?" Pohl said to himself:
"Then I believe they will scramble to sacrifice everything, even if everything ends together, this person must die here."

Even, any plan can be put aside.

"What qualifications do you have to represent others?"

Colin grinned and sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes.The hearth began to pressurize again.He didn't care what decision the other party made.Because no matter whether it was Bohr who died or everyone connected to the sanctuary, the result of the battle was acceptable.

"Just because I've been with them for 36 years," Ball said:

"Four countries, fifteen cities."

With the recovery and further increase of the spiritual element density, Bohr was able to draw out the power of its full body from the body of the high-level devil.

Even under the protection of the Vajra Technique, Ke Lin still felt tingling pain on the surface of his skin.The decayed wooden boards around and the mottled paint on the walls seem to be adding years.

Soon, the abandoned house looked even older.

Something is eroding.

The skin on the surface of Ball's body also seemed to start to melt, and the wrinkles dripped down, revealing the bright red mechanism.

The devil has fully entered the field.A powerful intention draws the surrounding space into its frequency, and the mere presence of it has such an effect.

At this time, Colin's imaging of it was almost complete, and the fake image that was a joke was torn off.He used his own feelings and memories to paint a more similar image for the other party.

It doesn't have a human shape, it doesn't even look like a snake, and is closer to the proportion of a nematode, and it looks like some kind of plankton, with thin asymmetrical wings sparsely arranged on both sides of its body.

The tubular body is riddled with holes that seep fire.

No apparent head.

But it is even above the female moon, in the sky of the blue star.

The factors that limit its output are, first, the density of spiritual elements in the hearth, and second, the width of Bohr's ether.But even so, it's already at the apex of the female moon.A large amount of free spirit essence overflowing from the passage turned this small abandoned house into hell.

"Including the one on Mount Metel, many people have died before my eyes."

"And you know, what is the most thorough trampling on sacrifice?"

Pohl said hoarsely, his throat had also been eroded, or it might have really touched his emotions.

Colin began to retreat calmly.After entering the state of nothingness, his consciousness frequency has escaped from the opponent's lock.This devil is already too far away from the material world, if you use Return to Zero at this time, you can easily avoid its influence.

But Ball obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.The blasphemous fire attached to Wujie's silver statue is enough to ensure that he will win the boxing game.

A little bit of light began to appear on the silver statue, and the overly dense spiritual essence transformed into substances that did not exist in nature.It began to bend its body unlike a human being, crawling weirdly and lightly, like a tiger circling its prey.

Colin sighed.In fact, as the level of the stimulant rises, a large amount of spirit essence is consumed by the "blood".Only relying on the filling of the method of displacement and transfer is unable to maintain the pressure in the hearth.

Therefore, he is slowly returning to Red Star.

On the other side, with the outflow of spirit essence, Boer's body tissues were further dissolving.But he didn't seem to feel pain, as if he was remembering something.

On the snow-covered Metell Mountain Road, Ball once trampled on the sacrifice of his companions.He said to Colin, who was retreating from the nightmare that had haunted him for many years:
"The most thorough and cruel trampling."

"Not shaming an unburied body or denigrating its merits after the fact."

"But when the heroes could make up their minds, you hesitated for them."

Then, the opportunity they fought for wasted in vain.

That is the most critical time, not without hope.But he wanted to save his subordinates and ran away from the dwarf.

A group of people who went to fight for his chance to beheaded were left in vain.

The cowardice of the leader can instantly make sacrifices meaningless.

So from then on, he never hesitated again.Although most of the osmanthus was wasted, the Sanctuary's currents were stronger than ever.The silver statue began to turn red, as if fused with the blasphemous fire.

At this time, Colin also suddenly stopped backing away.

The empty color began to be drawn from his eyes, because the elusive blood power was fading from his consciousness.

Instead, it flowed into the hearth.

(End of this chapter)