I have a city in another world

Chapter 6934 Times Change

The battle ended, and a large group of prisoners were led out.

One of the prisoners saw Tim and immediately showed an angry expression, gritting his teeth and cursing.

"So it was you, you despicable traitor!"

Upon hearing this, Tim immediately turned around and saw that the other person was also his superior.

With a cold laugh, Tim stepped forward and delivered a hard slap to the face.

"You bastard, how dare you insult me?"

The other prisoners glared at him, their eyes like knives, wishing they could tear Tim to pieces.

Tim ignored him, staring at his superior who was cursing him, and said in a cold tone: "Three years ago, during a mission, our group of ten attacked a dark monk's lair."

The operation was successfully completed, with seven people injured and one person losing their life.

When it came time to tally the credits, a complete stranger suddenly appeared and was awarded the top credit.

The credit that the fallen comrade should have received was taken by someone with connections who hadn't even participated in the operation.

Thanks to this achievement, the person with connections, who had been with the company for less than a year, was successfully rewarded and promoted.

You must know this person, because he's your youngest son, and he currently works in the department you manage.

Upon hearing Tim's question, the superior's expression darkened, and his imposing manner diminished considerably.

"Don't change the subject, let's talk about your betrayal now..."

The surrounding prisoners remained silent; they all knew about it, but no one had ever mentioned it in public.

Although he was used to such things, it was still embarrassing for Tim to bring it up in public.

As a victim, Tim certainly had reason to accuse and be angry.

Normally, they might disdain such insignificant people and not bother with them at all.

Now that they are at the mercy of others, with even their lives in Tim's hands, they have no choice but to take this insignificant man seriously.

Every word Tim utters has the potential to determine the fate of everyone, and can even easily decide their life or death.

"Rebellion?"

Tim sneered, his eyes growing colder.

"Why did I abandon darkness and embrace the light? Don't you all know in your hearts?"
Since the miracle occurred, who has been fighting desperately at the forefront, and who has been hiding behind, cowardly and afraid of death?

What have I gained from all that I've done? You guys don't have to do anything. When it comes time to reward those who have contributed, most of the credit will probably go to you.

Tell me, on what basis?!

Tim's expression was ferocious as he roared at the prisoners in front of him, as if endless grievances were about to burst forth.

If he weren't so hesitant, he would have even drawn his sword and killed them, smashing the greedy and incompetent bastards in front of him to pieces.

Some of the Alliance cultivators present couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy upon hearing this, for they too had suffered similar grievances.
However, faced with various pressures, he had no choice but to compromise. As a cultivator, he lived a more stifled life than ordinary people.

No wonder many unofficial wizards look down on monks who join the official system; their despicable and vile behavior makes them unworthy to be associated with true wizards.

After his outburst, Tim instantly calmed down, becoming as still as a statue.

It seems that the guy who was filled with grief and anger, so violent that he was about to kill someone, was not the same person at all.

The rapid shift between rage and calm startled many viewers, who felt he was acting like a madman.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he hadn't provoked Tim back then, otherwise he might have faced retaliation now.

The boss who had previously cursed Tim and mocked him as a traitor was now filled with regret.

I couldn't control myself just now, and I wanted to show off in front of everyone, which is why I reprimanded them.

Unexpectedly, this usually silent, low-level cultivator harbored such intense hatred. Just a moment ago, he felt that Tim was about to kill him, yet he managed to control himself at the last second.

Perhaps out of concern and a desire not to be the center of attention in public, they chose to remain silent for the time being.

However, once they reach a different location where no one is watching, Tim is very likely to launch a sneak attack.

When that time comes, he will likely suffer a fate worse than death, enduring unimaginable torment.

Upon realizing this possibility, the official monk who held a leadership position and usually appeared dignified suddenly shouted, "I surrender! I report! I know a lot of intelligence!"
I'm requesting special protection. No one should hurt me, especially not this guy!

The official who was just mocking Tim and denouncing him as a traitor has decisively surrendered to save his life.

He seemed oblivious to the stares of those around him.

Tim's smile grew even colder, but he remained silent, though everyone could see the growing murderous intent in his eyes.

Yves watched from the sidelines, then clapped his hands lightly, signaling that all the prisoners be taken to prison.

All of these prisoners had been implanted with binding needles issued by the temple, which were now circulating in their meridians.

Under the restraint of the divine needle, cultivators are unable to cast any spells, and their strength is much weaker than that of ordinary people.

Only through this special method can cultivators imprison powerful individuals, preventing them from causing trouble.

Otherwise, this group of prisoners would inevitably become a huge hidden danger, and could pose a fatal threat to the temple if it were to erupt.

The temple could not allow such a threat to exist, and the most effective solution was to kill and sacrifice them all.

But if that were the case, it would only cause great panic and make the enemy resist even more fiercely.

It would be better to use coercion and enticement to force the other party to join the temple, thereby increasing one's own strength.

However, acceptance does not equate to trust, nor does it mean that everyone is qualified to become a member of the temple.

Many of the prisoners were opportunistic, feigning surrender in order to save their lives.

If the situation reverses, they will be the first to jump out and take a big bite out of the temple.

We need to study carefully how to proceed; we certainly cannot make a decision rashly.

The temple's higher-ups are responsible for discussions, while the gods behind the scenes make the decisions; they are merely the ones who carry them out.

Speed ​​is of the essence in war. Before the enemy can react, we must quickly expand our gains and launch strikes on key areas.

Otherwise, if the enemy receives the news, they will definitely hide or gather their forces to fight back.

The cleanup of the temple once again stirred up a storm in the city, causing fear and anxiety among the citizens.

Not long after, the temple forces surrounded another civilian building, and a fierce battle broke out again.

When the enemy fiercely resisted and refused to negotiate, the temple forces chose to destroy the site directly.

It wasn't a devastating weapon attack that instantly destroyed buildings, but rather a strong gust of wind blowing from the direction of the temple.

The wind carried red pollen, enveloping the civilian building and forcing it into the building's interior with an inward pressure.

The powder is all-pervasive, instantly enveloping the enemy and then frantically penetrating their body.

A group of enemies inside the building are trying to get rid of the pollen and prevent this strange substance from getting close to their bodies.

Despite trying every possible method, I still couldn't avoid getting the substance on my skin, which then caused intense pain and itching.

Tiny grass shoots emerge from beneath the skin and flesh, growing at an incredibly fast rate. Although they resemble body hair, they are dark green in color, making them easily distinguishable.

The enemy hiding inside the building let out a mournful wail and desperately pulled out the grass sprouts from their bodies.

Such brutal behavior resulted in the skin and flesh being torn off all over his body, leaving him in a miserable state covered in blood.

What's frightening is that this kind of grass sprouts grow continuously as it gets contaminated with pollen. If you keep pulling it out because of the pain and itching, you'll eventually pull yourself into a skeleton.