Vol 2 Chapter 607 Burn the city

The arms of the undead agent kept waving. He was like a huge crow, even though his chest muscles were sore, he couldn’t stop his weird dance.

In order to counteract the influence of Dionysian’s wedding, he had already made himself “underworld” in advance, but it had no effect at all. Crow Lord Helota’s divine power seems to be affected by the miniature miracle here, like a radio with poor reception, it can’t exert the real effect of ghost transformation at all, only a slight ghost fire is smoldering on him, at most only Let him retain a little bit of self-awareness in the midst of the utter madness.

Is this the end? The heart of the undead agent was beating wildly regardless of whether it could survive in the future, but the eyes under the mask showed a trace of unwillingness.

Although the agent of the dead is shown with a male voice and gesture, “he” is actually a woman. She was the first to walk out of Midnight Paradise, and after that, a ruthless fate completely destroyed her life and left her whole family dead. Let her live on the streets, suffer tragic misfortune, contract a terrible disease…

She has been struggling to survive against the violent headwind, and has exercised steel nerves that ordinary people can’t imagine, but even so, bad luck has never let her go, destroying her new hope again and again.

It was not until she realized that it was all related to her leaving Midnight Paradise, until she decided to rebel against her fate and became a explorer, until she had to mortgage part of her soul to the gatekeeper of the underworld, the Raven Lord Helotta, she finally stopped. The “winter” of life that has lasted for more than ten years…

Only then did she realize that it wasn’t that fate was unfair to her. Her “good luck” and “hope” were squeezed out, and she didn’t know who it was given to…

And all this is just because she is not willing to sink in the Midnight Paradise forever.

In the frantic dance that already had the omen of death at the moment, she fell into confusion again.

She is always unwilling to her own destiny. It is “unwillingness” that made her come to this point in an unbearable life without ending her own life.

However, in the end it still ended like this.

Is such “unwillingness” worth it?

Staring at the dancing bonfire in front of her and her teammates who were also in a frenzy around her, her vision became more and more blurred.

Suddenly, she heard a movement from the depths of the forest. She heard a muffled sound, the sound of a sharp sword breaking through the sky, followed by the wrath of the Dionysus, and the sound of thunder and eagles…

There… what happened there? A wave of fear rose in her heart involuntarily.

Then, she felt the ground shake suddenly, and in the depths of the forest, there was a fire in the direction of Bacchus, as if an explosion had occurred.

She felt that something in her heart had changed… It was no longer a drunken ecstasy, but an uncontrollable anger!

Angry!

Even the bonfire in front of her seemed to be tainted with that anger, as if someone had poured strong wine into the flames, and the enchantingly twisting flames seemed to turn into a furious beast, which suddenly rose up and ignited the branches…

The flames seemed to ignite dry firewood and spread over the canopy. In a very short period of time, the forest was on fire!

The wedding came to an abrupt end, and everyone who was dancing and dancing stopped.

The three explorers and Bill all sat on the ground panting – they woke up.

“What… what’s going on?” Bill reluctantly suppressed the creature that was about to run away in his body. The singing and dancing were over, but it was still excited, and the swollen skin was still shaking unnaturally.

“It’s the Laughing Man…” Wusian raised his head in the middle of the night, the owl’s mask was illuminated by the firelight, he looked towards the middle of the forest, “He attacked Philipides, the Bacchus was injured, and he was angry…”

“How did he get rid of that influence?!” Bill looked at the explorers in disbelief, but couldn’t get an answer. They had all tasted the kind of wine that was enough to make the gods drunk, and they could not imagine how they could wake up from such a sound dream.

The flames got bigger and bigger, and the guests who had attended the wedding began to run away in the flames. The delegates found that the surrounding scenery had changed. They were not in the burning forest at the moment. The surrounding fires were swallowed up by houses. They were in a city that was caught in a sea of ​​fire.

“Where is this?” Faceless Midnight pondered in a low voice. He always felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

In the screams and cries of countless people, they rushed through the pressing heat wave, through the arrogant fire, and rushed towards the center of the city, where the smiling face and the **** of wine were.

Soon, they rushed out of the city and saw a castle built on a hill. On the open terrace of the castle, they saw Phipedis, the **** of wine. At this moment, he is wearing a white robe, holding a seven-stringed harp, and sings something…

The melodious singing came from the heat waves and the panicked shouts of people, and there was an extremely absurd sense of conflict.

“Nero…” The Holy Night Executioner clenched the thick chain with the steel coffin hanging on his chest, blinking his eyes in disbelief, “He was the tyrant Nero of Wenmu!”

At midnight, Wusian suddenly turned his head and looked at the familiar city behind him that was caught in a sea of ​​flames. Only then did he know where he was at the moment – the great city of Wenmu in the first century AD, a city caught in a sea of ​​fire!

“It is said that the arsonist of the Womb fire was the drunk Nero himself…” The executioner whispered, “He ordered people to set fires in many places in the city in order to reproduce the scenes of the Trojan War in the epic…

“This drunken lunatic, watching his city burn, playing the harp and singing Homer’s epic!”

On the balcony, the young and handsome face of Bacchus was illuminated by the monstrous fire, and those eyes were full of crazy flames! Behind him, the ministers and guards bowed their heads and dared not make a sound.

In all kinds of absurd stories that have emerged in the long history, Philipdis can always be seen.

At this moment, in the city of Wym, the Colosseum is burning, and the commercial street is destroyed; the shacks where the slaves slept together were instantly set on fire, and they died coughing violently in their sleep; the seaside arena where the naval battle was staged It has also become the best fuel for flames~www.readmtl.com~ The dark sea is reflected in the crazy flames of the world…

And only the castle on the high ground, guarded by the inner city wall, never had a little spark splashed here. The palm trees of the inner city sway in the evening wind. Everything here is watching the fire from the other side.

There is only one place in the lining, after the figure of Dionysus playing the harp, there is only something burning quietly like a torch…

The representative of the poor, the spokesperson of the dead, is now suspended in the air like a martyr by the Wynn soldiers, and the same flames that afflicted the entire city are burning on him, as if he is the epitome of Wynn City.

The absurd fire that later displaced 200,000 people is burning on the smiling face.

After Sean Dickinson woke up from the feast, his heart felt like a cone of pain at this moment. Not because the tongue of fire licked the skin, but because—

A thousand years ago, the people were tortured and displaced by the madness, greed and absurdity of the superiors; a thousand years later, the world is still the same.

Still nowhere to go.

The poor always endure everything silently, and submissiveness seems to be their only friend.

They can only let the rich, rulers, and high-ranking people plunder what they have, let them loot, nibble, extract, knock on bones, **** marrow…

Not even the last bit of hope.

The flames ignited the mask that was laughing wildly, and that smile seemed to be laughing at the absurd world.

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