In the name of the true god

Chapter 118 Prison Break (Part 2)

The capital city of Montorus, the suburbs, and the Golden Sands Street.

Snowflakes were falling, the wind was biting, and there were very few pedestrians on the dimly lit streets.

Frost and seven or eight members of the Saviour of God, all dressed in maintenance work clothes, stood openly in front of the sewer, pretending to inspect drainage problems.

"President, it's eight o'clock sharp," a member said, glancing at his watch.

President Frost gently brushed the snow off his shoulders and nodded.

It is exactly 8 PM now.

As was his usual routine, Allen would go to the heresy ward at 7:40 to play cards with the priests.

Coffee laced with cyanide can kill a person within minutes.

Release our imprisoned kin!

Move the idols out of the prayer room —

After a series of operations, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Allen and his group should have entered the tunnel by 8 o'clock.

"Carlson." President Frost handed Allen's usual wallet to someone nearby.

"Yes." The second-tier entanglement wizard named Carlson understood immediately, took the wallet, and used the Law of Contact to ask in his mind, "—Alan Granger is currently in danger."

dangerous.

President Frost's pupils contracted slightly.

Is there a problem with the tunnel?

Or was the prison discovering the escape attempt before it was completed?

"What exactly is the danger?"

"Uncertain."

"Is Allen still in prison?"

Carlson pressed further: "—Still there?"

Dangerous —

Still in prison —

"Victor." Guild Master Frost remained calm and summoned another Tier 1 Resonance Mage. "Drive to the Royal Capital Heavy Prison and meet up with Hawke and the others. Tell them to keep a close watch on the prison. If they hear gunshots or any other unusual activity from inside, come back and inform me immediately."

"Yes!" Victor drove off in a car.

"The rest of you," Chairman Frost said, lifting the manhole cover himself. "Pack your things and prepare to use the map to find the location of the Royal Capital Heavy Prison in the sewers, and meet Allen and the others as soon as possible."

"yes!"

"yes!"

At the same time.

Wangdu Heavy Prison, Heresy Ward.

Vincent Monroe took the lead, and before he was the last to crawl into the tunnel, he didn't forget to rummage through the priests' lounge and find two emergency flashlights.

"Cough cough————"

"It's so dark, I can't see anything at all————"

"Don't panic, line up and slowly move forward!"

The tunnel, about three meters deep, was pitch black, the air was foul, and there was even a faint stench like that of a sewer.

With the help of the young Resonance Mage, Alan, who was at the front, looked delighted.

If it smells like sewage, it means that the tunnel is very likely connected to the sewers!

They just need to keep walking forward, and they will eventually encounter a sign. Then, they can follow the sign to reach the bottom of Jinsha Street and meet up with the chairman!

"Hey, you up ahead, a flashlight!"

"Pass it on!"

"Don't drop it on the ground!"

A commotion came from behind.

Just as the young resonance mage in charge of taking care of Allen was about to turn around and remind everyone to keep quiet, he saw a flashlight being passed from hand to hand.

"Where did it come from?" he asked in surprise.

"Someone found it while searching the prison area later."

"Well done!" The young Resonance Mage took the flashlight, illuminating the way ahead while instructing, "Pass the message back: keep quiet and stay close to the group!"

"Okay! Pass the message: keep quiet and stay close to the group!"

"Pass on the message: keep quiet and stay close to the group!"

"Are you alright?" The young Resonance Mage shone his flashlight into the long tunnel ahead, which was about two meters high and one meter wide, and asked about Allen's condition.

"Thank goodness—I can hold on—" Allen took each step with great difficulty.

"When will we get to the sewers?"

"No—I don't know—it shouldn't be far—"

The young Resonance Warlock had many questions in his mind.

For example, what exactly is the Descent of the Gods organization?

For example, how were such a vast tunnel dug out without anyone noticing?

For example, how exactly should they escape the church's tight control and gain their freedom?

Seeing that Allen was weak and listless, he couldn't answer, so he could only ask a vague question at the end: "Can we escape?"

"Yes—" Allen's tone was exceptionally firm.

"Alright." The young resonance mage steadied himself.

Regardless of whether they can ultimately escape through the tunnels or with the help of the divine intervention, this moment of freedom is invaluable.

Once they escape, they'll find a chance to avenge Keanu Archer!

If we can't escape, then we'll fight the priests to the death!

The forty-odd wizards and resonance sorcerers behind them shared the same idea.

Most of them had interacted with Alan over the past three years and knew that their kind were making efforts to rescue them. Therefore, after the initial excitement and chaos, they quickly gave Alan enough trust, and there was no more fighting or shouting. Everyone relied on their desire for freedom and their firm belief in the Descent of God to move through the tunnel in an orderly manner.

However, some things cannot be easily overcome simply by having faith.

To prevent the power of the Law of Contact and the Law of Similarity from spreading back into the outside world after the deaths of these implicated wizards and resonance sorcerers, the Royal Capital Heavy Prison provides them with only half a loaf of bread each day. This ensures that they are unable to escape while barely keeping them alive, thus limiting the spread of the Law of Contact and the Law of Similarity.

Therefore, anyone who has been imprisoned for several years or even more than ten years is already in a state of severe malnutrition. Just crawling from the heretical prison area into the tunnel and then slowly walking about a hundred meters is enough to make it difficult for them to continue.

"Well----"

"Be careful!"

"I have no strength left—"

"Hang in there! We finally made it out!"

"Me too—I can't take it anymore—"

Before they had gone 150 meters, people began to collapse and fall down one after another.

In order to accommodate these people, the overall pace of the journey had to be slowed down even further, which was already slow.

Fortunately, Allen and the young Resonance Mage, who were walking at the front, heard the sound of flowing water and smelled an even stronger stench.

"Pass the word! We're almost at the sewers! Everyone, hang in there!" The young resonance mage turned back to encourage them, then quickened his pace. "Once we get to the sewers, look for the signs, then head directly below Golden Sands Street, right?"

"Yes—" Allen raised his only remaining left arm, "Look—look at what time it is—"

The young Resonance Warlock shone his flashlight on Allen's watch: "Eight o'clock—17 minutes past eight."

"The prison—the prison is about three kilometers away from Jinsha Street—we have to get there before ten o'clock—"

Three kilometers.

Before ten o'clock.

If it were the young Resonance Warlock himself, he would be very confident.

But look behind—

Walking even this short distance of just over a hundred meters is a huge test for the other involved wizards and resonance sorcerers.

In less than two hours, if I walk another three kilometers, I'm afraid—

"Could it be later? At this rate, it'll take at least three hours to get there." The young Resonance Mage frowned, not saying the rest of his sentence.

Actually, three hours is quite optimistic.

The sewer network is intricate and complex, and even with corresponding ground markings, it's easy to get lost.

Once lost, it could be four hours, or five hours, and no one knows the exact outcome.

"At the latest—at midnight—the prison will find out—find out we've escaped—and then lock down the whole city—" Allen knew the gravity of the situation. "We have to be quick—"

"—I see!" The young resonance mage forced himself to come up with a plan. "You guys go ahead, I'll scout ahead and try to confirm the direction of Golden Sands Street in advance!"

"Alright then—" Allen had no objection. "Thank you for your hard work—"

"Take good care of him!" The young Resonance Mage entrusted Allen to the others and quickened his pace, sneaking into the sewer network not far ahead.

Directly below Jinsha Street.

Frost, the president of the Descent of Gods, led five members down the ladder and into the sewers.

The sewer is quite spacious, enough for two cars to drive side by side. In addition to the central drainage channel, there are half-meter-wide passageways on both sides for people to walk through, so you don't have to wade through the icy, foul-smelling water.

"President, should we bring the things down?" a member asked.

The things he was referring to were dozens of fleece-lined coats and simple rations prepared in advance by the Divine Descent Society.

The imprisoned wizards and resonators were basically only wearing thin prison clothes. If they didn't have coats to keep warm, they would probably freeze to death on the road before they could escape the capital.

A small amount of food can significantly help these hungry fellow prisoners regain their strength without causing them to ingest too much nutrition at once, which would only increase the burden on their bodies. Naturally, this is also the top priority of the prison break plan.

"You and the others are in charge of unloading the stuff. I'll take the rest of the group to find Allen and the others first," Chairman Frost instructed.

After attaching the map, he immediately led the other four members and headed towards the sewers of the Royal Capital Heavy Prison, following the map.

On the road.

Frost noticed that it was 8:30 p.m., so he ordered the second-tier entanglement wizard Carlson again: "Carlson, confirm whether Allen is still in prison."

Carlson gripped the flashlight, silently repeating the question to himself several times: "—Gone!"

not there!

Victor, who was sent to investigate the situation at the capital's heavy prison, has not yet returned.

So, does "not here" mean the tunnel was impassable and Allen left the prison first? Or does it mean the tunnel was still passable and Allen had already led forty-two of his kind into the sewers?

Frost believed it was the latter!

Because Carlson had previously reported an important piece of information: Allen was in danger!

In dangerous situations, escaping through the tunnels is undoubtedly much more feasible than coming out of the main prison gate!

"keep going!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

In the sewer.

"Leipzig Street—Leipzig Street is west of the Royal Capital Heavy Prison—yes, west—" The young Resonance Sorcerer kept correcting his direction by looking at the signs on the sewer walls.

As he was climbing an upward staircase, he suddenly stopped, and a selfish thought unconsciously arose in his mind.

Should we just climb up there?

The main force is moving too slowly.

The overweight prison guard, Alan, also said that midnight is theoretically the latest time the prison can discover an escape.

What if the prison discovers the anomaly in the heresy ward an hour later, or even has already discovered it?

I can escape on my own now.

Waiting for the main force, the hope isn't extremely slim, but it's not very high either.

Let's go!

At the very least, I need to survive!

Only by surviving can he avenge Keanu Archer and his comrades who were killed by the priests!

Can--

But what about the fat prison guard, Allen?

If he could escape, why couldn't he also give up the adventure and let himself and the other forty-one involved wizards and resonance sorcerers be imprisoned in prison forever?

besides----

Why did Keanu Archer and his companions die?

They fell into the church's trap while trying to rescue their fellow prisoners!

Now the opportunity to save these people is right in front of us. Is the idea of ​​surviving first and then avenging Keanu Archer and the others a genuine thought, or just an excuse for cowardice?

In the dark sewers.

The young Resonance Warlock blushed and, ashamed, continued forward, searching for the route to Golden Sands Street.

9:20 PM.

With only their remaining flashlights, Alan's large group successfully entered the sewers and marched towards Jinsha Street for more than half an hour.

However, more than half of the people had reached their physical limit and were shivering in the cold sewers, unable to move forward any further.

What to do?

It's at least two kilometers away from Jinsha Street —

Despite the excruciating pain of his severed arm, Allen forced himself to calm down and think of a solution.

While he was deep in thought, the exhausted wizards and resonance sorcerers offered their advice: "Don't worry about us, you guys go first—"

"This is our only chance; we'll take as many as we can!"

"That's right, you go first. We'll catch up if we can, and if we can't, we'll just stay here and wait for the church to catch up. We'll try to buy you as much time as possible."

"No!" Allen's eyes were bloodshot. "We've come this far, we can't give up!"

"Alan, thank you—"

"Really, don't worry about us. You need to get out of here quickly and take care of your wound."

"It's worth it to be able to get some fresh air out of the cell —"

"Heh heh—we still have our value, you can leave now."

Everyone pretended to be relaxed.

Alan's heart was breaking, but he urged on with unwavering determination, "Only two kilometers left! Everyone—you've all made it through so many years in prison, we can't afford to fall here! Just a little longer, just a little longer! The chairman and the others are waiting for us!"

"Alan, you should understand how we feel—nobody wants to collapse here—but we really can't go on anymore—"

"I'm already very grateful that you're willing to come and rescue me. There's no need for you all to waste your time here and let the rescue plan fail at the last minute."

"Everyone who can still move, follow Alan and keep moving forward!"

"Stop standing there like an idiot, let's go!"

"No!" Allen stubbornly retorted, "We have to go together! We're so close!!"

Vincent Monroe's legs were also weak, and he could only lean against the wall, panting shortly: "Alan—to be honest—I never thought I'd actually get out of prison—you've done enough—go—take the people who can still move and live on—"

Allen had never been in so much pain as he was at this moment.

The Descent of Gods plotted for three whole years to rescue their fellow prisoners.

The outcome wasn't that he collapsed on the way to the prison break, nor that he fell in the fight with the priests, but rather that he had to make a choice when he was only two kilometers away from survival.

Just a little bit more —

Just a little bit more —

Why couldn't we just hold on a little longer?

But he knew it too.

These people in their own kind are suffering even more than I am.

No one willingly falls before dawn.

They had just seen a glimmer of hope when they made the choice to give up on themselves; this must have been a decision they had struggled with countless times in their hearts.

The countless words of advice that welled up in Allen's heart became pale and powerless before they could even be uttered.

If only my arm hadn't been broken, I could have carried at least two more people.

If only I had brought them more bread when I was on day shift in the heresy ward, they wouldn't be so weak.

if----

Unfortunately, there wasn't much room for regret.

The harsh reality is—either those who can still walk continue to fight for survival, or they support each other and wait for the church to catch up.

He was the backbone of this group.

He had to make a decision.

"Let's go, you need to hurry!"

"Heh heh—even if only a dozen or so escape, it'll be enough to infuriate the church half to death—"

"I'll stay here and try to drag a few priests down with me—"

Allen lowered his head, too ashamed to face those who had volunteered to stay: "—Okay, I'll take——I'll take the others..." He didn't finish his trembling sentence.

Several beams of light suddenly shot out from ahead.

Immediately afterwards, several figures came towards them!

Allen opened his mouth slightly, stunned for a few seconds in disbelief. As the figures drew closer, tears finally welled up in his eyes: "It's—it's the president and the others! The president and the others have come to meet us!"

Everyone looked over.

Several tall men dressed in maintenance work clothes, holding flashlights, quickly approached them.

"President!"

"Alan!" Frost steadied the staggering Allen, his cold face softening. "Your arm—"

"A minor injury—I left my arm in the heretic prison—the church will definitely be able to find us by the arm—we'll draw their attention and cover for these fellow inhabitants to recuperate in the east—" Allen explained his injury briefly, then hurriedly pointed behind him, "But everyone is too weak to walk now—"

"Is everyone here?" Frost steadily supported Allen's body and shone his flashlight behind them.

"We're all here—forty-three of us, including me—not one missing—" Allen was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "Did you encounter—did you find a scout?"

"Scouting ahead? No."

"No?" Allen anxiously contradicted himself, "We only have—only forty-two people—and a total of..."

The sorcerer, he—he went ahead of us to scout the way—you should be able to find him—”

Frost gestured for the other members of the Descent of Gods to help the other man: "We didn't find him. He's probably lost, or—"

"No—" Allen knew what Frost meant, "He won't—he won't abandon us—"

Frost did not respond, but silently weighed the situation.

It is 9:25 now.

Even with their help, it would still take an hour or two to get so many physically exhausted fellow humans to Jinsha Street.

In other words, they have very little time left to evacuate the capital from Jinsha Street.

If we don't set off soon, we'll all be stuck here.

"President—" Allen pleaded, his voice trembling with sobs, "It was just—just one step away—it can't be—"

"Can he trust him?" Frost couldn't bear to refuse Allen, who had made such a huge sacrifice.

"Yes, I can." Allen affirmed without any apparent reason.

Frost glanced to the side: "Carlson."

"I'm here!" the second-tier wizard Carlson replied.

"You take care of Allen."

"yes!"

"President————"

"Don't worry." Frost carefully helped Allen to Carlson's side. "As long as he hasn't betrayed you, I will definitely bring him back."

It's 10:30 p.m.

In the sewer on the other side.

"Grant Street—where is Grant Street—" The young Resonance Mage was unaware of how much time had passed and was still trying to find the location of Golden Sands Street.

But he overestimated his knowledge of the suburbs.

Perhaps at the previous fork in the road, or perhaps at the fork before that, the surrounding signs suddenly became unfamiliar.

He couldn't tell which way was north, south, east, or west, and he couldn't even find the way he came back.

「呲

The flashlight started flashing.

"Where is Grant Street? Where is it?" The young resonance muttered to himself, growing increasingly uneasy. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not find any information about Grant Street in his mind.

"Tsk"

After a few more flashes...

The flashlight ran out of power and the light went out.

In the pitch-black sewers, the young Resonance Warlock could only hear the despairing sound of rushing water.

It’s over————

It's all over —

Jinsha Street could not be found.

It's now impossible for us to rejoin the main force.

He fell to the ground and slapped himself in remorse.

There are clearly signs!

How could someone be so stupid as to get lost?!

What will Allen and the others do?!

I promised myself I would find Jinsha Street for them!

If they also get lost—they themselves would be complete sinners!

"Alan!! Alan!!!" the young resonance mage shouted desperately, his voice echoing through the sewers, but no response came.

He shouted until his throat was hoarse.

He finally resigned himself to his fate and fell backward.

But before his back could touch the cold ground, a hand firmly supported his body.

"Huh?" The young Resonance Mage turned around in alarm, only to vaguely sense a dark figure crouching down beside him.

The man's voice was deep: "Are you here to scout ahead?"

"I—I am! I'm the scout!" the young resonance mage quickly replied. "And you are?!"

"I am Frost, the president of the Descent of Gods. My flashlight is out of power. Hold on tight, I'll get you away from here." Frost

Ster's voice gives people an immediate sense of reassurance.

The descent of the gods has arrived!

Someone is really there to meet them!!

The young Resonance Warlock wept with joy, his exhausted body regaining a sliver of strength: "Good! Good!"

"And what about Allen and the others?"

"They're gone."

"Good—good!" Hearing that Allen and the others were safe, the young resonance mage finally breathed a sigh of relief. He groped for Frost's arm, his joy replaced by worry, "But—we don't have a flashlight, and we can't even see the signs. How are we going to find our way?"

"I resonated with the bats; as long as there's sound, that's enough," Frost said dismissively. "Alright, hold on tight to me, I'll help you survive."

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