Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 489 Russian Roulette

"Acting Warden, the monsters have breached Sector C2!"

The prison echoed with the guards' urgent reports.

"How are our people? What are the casualty figures?"

"As per your orders, our people have already been evacuated!"

Their tactic was to fight and retreat. In the process of fighting the monster, they gradually figured out its characteristics. Although its body was impervious to blades and spears and it had immense strength, it moved very slowly, about the same speed as a person taking a leisurely stroll. However, no one could guarantee that the monster wouldn't suddenly start running wildly.

Therefore, subsequent shootings became much less frequent, so as not to suddenly anger the monster. The role of the prison guards was to lure the monster step by step into the encirclement they had set up in advance.

The arrival of the acting warden put their minds at ease.

"Acting warden, what should we do now?"

The faint sound of heavy footsteps of a monster could be heard not far away. Everyone waited for the acting warden to give the order, their eager eyes watching as the acting warden reached for his holster and pulled out a... banana.

The skin was still green, so it didn't look very ripe.

"Now, listen to me!"

The acting warden ignored the guards' strange looks, and after a period of "perseverance" on the way, he finally understood something.

He is an incorrigible African.

This was also the name that the blue-haired literary girl told him, referring to those unlucky people who always get the maximum guaranteed reward in gacha games.

The price of the five-in-one sacrifice was obviously heavy. His sidearm, hat, badge symbolizing his status as warden, and high-end watch were all gone. This did not even include the alchemical materials he had hastily picked up on the road. He used these "sacrifices" to exchange for a leftover hot dog, an unripe banana, and a rotten rag.

If his wife finds out about this, she'll twist his head off.

His only gain was that he learned the rules of the "sword forging competition" from the literary girl.

This is an extremely profound elemental magic; the five offerings used in the sacrifice will briefly open a portal to the black hole for them.

According to the rules, they can randomly extract an object from the black hole.

The prizes for this "sword forging competition" are provided by Miss Dark Element. The rules are absolutely fair, it all depends on luck, and there is no behind-the-scenes manipulation.

Even Xiao An herself doesn't know what she has absorbed over the years.

This means you could very well get a leftover hot dog, or you could get a super weapon that's a city-level weapon—the acting warden just got a triple gray score, and he felt like his whole body had turned gray.

But he didn't even have time to grieve. He raised his voice and shouted, "Take out your sidearms, and with everything else you can find, arrange them in groups of five in the shape of a pentagram... Can't find them? If you can't find them, take your hats. If you still can't find them, take off your clothes, belts, and pants!"

This shout immediately shocked everyone.

Sector C2 has been breached by a monster, and the fate of the prisoners inside is unknown. The invulnerable monster is now approaching them. Faced with such a dangerous situation, the acting warden's order is to disarm and remove their clothes.

"Acting Warden, we cannot surrender to the monsters!"

"Even if you surrender, there's no need to take off your clothes!"

"This is detrimental to our integrity!"

Faced with his subordinates' doubts, the acting warden waved his hand and said, "What do you know! There's no time to lose, so just do as they say! And those guys who usually have the best luck at cards and win the most money, step forward!"

The prison guards exchanged bewildered glances, and the bridge players who had been named felt a chill run down their spines.

They then realized what was going on.

The pentagram formation looked like some kind of simple sacrificial ritual formation. They thought that the acting warden usually had terrible luck at cards and often lost his meager living expenses at the card table. Unfortunately, he was both bad at the game and loved to play. In addition, the prison guards' work was relatively easy after nightfall, so he often gathered a few people to play cards until dawn.

His wife found out about this and reportedly hung him up and whipped him quite a bit.

Could this acting warden be holding a grudge because of this, and planning to take the opportunity to sacrifice those who frequently win money to the evil god?
"hurry up!"

The acting warden roared again.

……

For the head of the police station, it was an extremely long day.

He was arrested and imprisoned. During dinner, he was stabbed several times with a knife by thugs in the prison. The doctor at the prison clinic bandaged his wounds, but the intense pain kept him awake. Worse still, he knew this was just the beginning. Before being sent to the guillotine for final judgment, they would live in fear every day.

He even suspected that the prison guards and inmates colluded, turning a blind eye to the inmates' attacks, while the inmates avoided their vital areas.

There are many ways in this world that don't kill you, but are more tormenting than death.

He was the former head of the police station, and his specialty was tormenting the unruly commoners in the lower city. Mayor Hafiz had his eye on this very ability.

There are still many of his "acquaintances" in the prison, all of whom he tortured to the point of exhaustion before sending them to prison to die.

Just as he was filled with fear and dread, a prison guard who called himself Marshall came to him with a slice of bright red fruit and a message from Mayor Hafiz.

Swallowing this will free you from this nightmare.

He placed the fruit pulp in his palm and felt it pulsating as if it were a living thing.

The police chief knew Hafiz well and knew that things would not go as smoothly as the other party promised. If swallowing the fruit would allow them to escape, why did Hafiz not eat it himself but instead share a segment of the fruit with him?

Even so, he still swallowed the fruit in the end.

The pain from the wound in his abdomen was unbearable, and the prisoner's threat seemed to echo in his ears—this won't kill you, because this is just the beginning.

The moment he swallowed the fruit, his body began to contort. He heard the doctors scream in the examination room and watched them scatter and run away. When he came to his senses, he was in his current state.

He couldn't control his body well, nor could he stop walking, but he hadn't completely lost consciousness and could sense everything happening around him.

He knew the bullets couldn't penetrate his body, and he also knew the iron bars in front of him were as fragile as a piece of parchment.

He also heard sounds not far away.

The acting warden assembled all the prison's security forces, set up obstacles in front of him, and awaited his arrival.

This will be a battle that determines life and death.

The police chief, now transformed into a monster, walked forward step by step, through the darkness, and into the light ahead, where he would be greeted by rows of dark gun barrels.

But they all knew what would happen in the end.

Bullets couldn't stop him; what awaited the prison guards was a one-sided massacre.

But they must stay at their posts; this is the price they have to pay for "reform."

The police chief's vision gradually cleared, but the scene on the other side of the light exceeded his expectations. Even the monster briefly stopped moving forward and stood still.

Because the scene looked so bizarre.

There were no gun barrels, no prison guards lined up ready to fight him to the death. He only saw a group of disheveled people gathered together, including the acting warden, whose eyes were bloodshot and who, like the other guards, was muttering to himself.

"Gold!" "Gold!"

"Withdraw your funds!"

"It's time to go!"

They were gathered around a makeshift pentagram formation, with a pistol, a rotten tomato, a police uniform that had been taken off someone's body, a toothbrush, and a leather shoe forming the center of the formation. Before this life-or-death battle began, no one had even lingered on him for a second.

It's more like a casino here, with people huddled together, some standing on tiptoe and craning their necks, and others forming human ladders.

The police chief saw the five "offerings" decompose into white light, which converged towards the center of the sacrificial array. They merged together and were replaced by a dazzling golden radiance.

"Holy crap! It's shipped!"

The acting warden clenched his fists, looked up to the sky and roared, and the prison guards erupted in deafening cheers.

The golden light twisted and changed shape, eventually transforming into a jet-black longsword.

This sword has no real blade; instead, it is filled with ever-flowing darkness.

"Congratulations on obtaining the 'Demon Sword - Dark Matter'."

A girl with long, blue hair, holding a thick parchment book, announced the prize information to them.

The police chief watched as the warden, swords in hand, charged toward him without hesitation.

Although the sword was somewhat strange, the sword itself was so slow that, in the sword's eyes, it was no different from the speed of a snail crawling.

He raised his arm high and brought it down on the warden, who was holding a sword.

He wanted to kill the warden and then get his hands on that strange, demonic sword.

He had already seen the future: this powerful punch would smash the warden into a pulp, and then—

Huh?
The police chief experienced a brief moment of disorientation. When he regained his senses, he found that the scene before him had changed dramatically. This was no longer a prison, but the second floor of a hotel in the lower city. The voice coming from the door in front of him was guiding him to push the door open and go inside.

His body once again defied his thoughts and reacted.

A slender hand rested on the doorknob and yanked the tightly closed door down.

This is a strange house.

Inside lived a seven-eyed demi-human woman and a little girl with pigtails. There was even a large, fluffy bird sitting on a chair. They sat around a table, and there were even a few playing cards tucked into the bird's wing feathers. For the common people in the lower city, this combination was really too strange.

But now that we've been discovered, we can't leave any witnesses behind.

After killing the witnesses in the hotel, he planned to escape the city through the entrance to the lower town.

All of this blood debt should be attributed to that arrogant warden. When he realizes what he has done, his expression must be quite something.

Unfortunately, he is now leaving the city and is destined to never see it again.

The monster let out a shriek and walked step by step toward the two people and the bird that it believed were already too frightened to move.

If anyone's to blame, blame the Vatican and their saints!

He wanted to say that, but only mumbled incoherently.

..............................

At the same time, outside the C2 area of ​​the prison.

"There has been a traitor among us!"

After sending the monster away with a single sword strike, the acting warden's expression turned solemn.

Just after he sent the monster away, a panicked medical worker escaped and told them about the strange events that had occurred in the clinic not long ago.

A prison guard named Marshall approached the sheriff and seemed to slip something into his hand. After he left, the sheriff mutated into a monster.

Sector C2 was already in chaos due to the monsters' destruction. The monsters not only tore apart the roadblocks set up by the prison guards, but also released all the prisoners from their cells. Now they have completely occupied the entire prison area, and some medical staff and prison guards who did not manage to escape have also fallen into their hands.

In addition to some informants from the lower district who were falsely accused and imprisoned, there are also a large number of serious criminals who have been imprisoned for crimes such as murder and robbery.

The common people in the lower city were never a united front; the chaotic atmosphere fostered these vicious criminals.

"Marshall? How could it be him?"

The acting warden was shocked and furious upon hearing this.

He knew this person; he also came from the Lower City and came to work in the Upper City prison. In fact, most of the laborers in the Upper City were ordinary people from the Lower City.

Marshall was a senior figure, and apart from being somewhat gloomy and rarely interacting with others, there was nothing wrong with him.

Hafiz was also taken aback.

Sector C2 was completely out of control. He noticed that the prison guard named Marshall was the one who caused all of this, which sent chills down Hafiz's spine.

He thought he had bribed Marshall, but he never expected that the other party had planned to plunge the prison into a riot from the very beginning.

The tall, vicious criminals gathered in front of Marshall.

To Hafiz's surprise, Marshall brought even more bright red fruit, which was neatly arranged in the fruit basket, expanding and contracting like a beating heart.

"You mean that as long as you eat one fruit, you can become as strong as that monster from before?"

The criminals made no attempt to hide their excitement.

"Do not."

Marshall's answer surprised the prisoners slightly. He smiled and explained, "That 'experimental subject' only ate one segment. If you eat the whole fruit, you will gain several times his strength!"

"Step aside!"

One of the tall prisoners couldn't wait to rush forward, immediately grabbing a fruit and stuffing it into his mouth. He chewed it heartily, as if afraid that others would take away what was rightfully his.

The next moment, his eyes narrowed, his muscles and veins bulged, and something seemed to be writhing wildly beneath his skin.

With a loud "bang".

Before the prisoner could even scream, his flesh and blood exploded into tiny fragments, spraying blood mist everywhere.

Marshall casually wiped the blood off his face and, facing the shocked and furious prisoners, said, "What a pity, he was unlucky; his evolution failed."

A sinister smile, like that of a demon, spread across his face as he stared at the prisoners who no longer dared to approach. "The goddess's blessing comes at a price. Are you willing to take the gamble?"

He laid the fruit out on the table one by one. "Let's make a bet. Which of you will be the lucky one to receive the goddess's blessing?"

(End of this chapter)