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“Savior? What is he talking about?”
“What happened?”
“Is Terrence going to announce some absurd decision again?”
“Didn’t you notice? The one who died is that fat pig Terrence!”
“He’s dead?”
“Isn’t that the person from just now?”
“…”
Ten seconds after the screen lit up, all the places with screens in the base city were converted to this image.
Every family’s television, every billboard, every public screen could see Jin Hanxiao’s savage smile and his unsettling eyes at this moment.
An exaggerated smile, a scarlet cheek, a crazed appearance. It gave everyone who saw this scene a creepy feeling… This was a madman.
Perhaps because the impact of this matter was too great, even the two sides in the riot stopped, looking at Jin Hanxiao on the screen with incomprehension.
“Everyone, please look.”
Jin Hanxiao stood up with exaggeration, spread his arms to the sky, and then kicked the Terrence at his feet to the front of the camera.
“This is the biggest tumor of Base City 158, the self-proclaimed emperor, Mayor Terrence.”
Grabbing Terrence’s hair and lifting it, Jin Hanxiao put his face to his side and then said with a grin, “He has been punished by me.”
The whole city was in an uproar. Even the prepared security team was scared by Terrence’s tragic state, and they all gripped the guns in their hands.
Then Jin Hanxiao let go of his hand as if throwing away a piece of trash, wiped his right hand with disgust, and asked the camera seriously, “Compatriots, please think about these questions…”
“Have you been harmed by his vicious dogs?”
“Have your relatives been abducted?”
“Do your mother, your daughter, your wife live in fear every day, worried that they will be taken away and wake up in a dark room that no one knows about?”
“Do you work hard every day, but can’t earn the money you deserve? You can’t even satisfy your basic needs?”
“…”
His questions were all arousing the anger in the hearts of the base, of all the poor people.
“Why are the prices of those medicines so high?”
“Why do you have to be driven out after you mutate?”
“Why do you have to pay to live in the base city? Isn’t this our home?”
“Why is the wealth only in their hands?”
“…”
A deafening roar echoed through every corner of the city through the speakers.
A confused old man raised his head, a homeless person covered in mutations crawled out of a dark basement, a woman who was smoking on the street fiercely stomped out her cigarette… They all looked at the man on the screen at the same time.
“This world is really ridiculous.”
“It’s impossible to return to its original state. They have forever changed these things.”
“Is it because of the demons? Does anyone really still think that the demons are dangerous now?”
“I want to ask you a question…”
Jin Hanxiao’s smile became twisted, with a hint of pity as he looked at the camera and said slowly, “How long has it been since you’ve seen a demon?”
“How do you know this isn’t a scam?”
He grabbed the camera, brought his face close to the lens, and shouted, “They thought we would all silently endure, like obedient children.”
“They were wrong!”
“We are not animals! We are people!”
“This world is not theirs! It’s ours!”
“My judgment has begun!”
He once again fiercely stomped on the Terrence at his feet and then solemnly declared, “Remember! I am the High Priest of the Chelsea Cult.”
“The demons are not our enemies! The people who stand on our heads are.”
“I will appear behind every debauched sinner.”
“You who are high and mighty, looking down on all living beings, and presumptuously attempting to call yourselves emperors…”
“Fear! Be afraid! I will appear behind you and give you your punishment.”
His gaze was fierce, as if he wanted everyone who saw this video to feel his determination and confidence.
“And now…”
Jin Hanxiao paused for a moment, waved his arms, and shouted fanatically, “My compatriots!”
“Take back what is yours!”
“No one will stop you!”
“Listen to this cheer!”
Then the screen went black. The entire city fell into a dead silence. Everyone was immersed in the crazy speech just now, their expressions flickering.
Bang, bang, bang.
Three gunshots broke the silence and ignited the flames in the people’s eyes.
“Take back what is ours!”
“Charge, charge, charge!”
“Take it back!”
Shelley silently watched the rioting base city and the rising smoke. A satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
“Feel it, this crazed crowd.”
“Fear, you rulers of the wasteland.”
Her expression was a little strange this time. She sat on the bed and looked at the outside world for a long time before she slowly said, [Why…]
[Not the Half-Elven Church this time?]
[But… the Chelsea Cult?]
Shelley twirled the cigar in his hand and then threw it into Terrence’s eye socket. Then he wiped the blood from his hands on Terrence’s clothes, stood up, and walked toward the broken window.
“Didn’t you guess it?”
“My Lord, Chelsea.”
“I don’t know your real name, and you won’t tell me…”
“Then I can only give you a name myself.”
“Of course, the faith will also point to you. The name is not very important…”
[I’m not talking about this…]
“Are you asking me why I’m helping you?”
[…]
“I believe…”
“Ahem, I believe I need your power.”
“This is…”
Clearing his throat slightly, Shelley said with a calm face, “This is a deal.”
“Yes, a deal.”
Her originally complex expression gradually changed when she heard Shelley’s answer. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with a grin, [Is~~~ that~~~ so?]
[Then I’ll~~~ reluctantly accept it.]
The corners of Shelley’s mouth also slowly turned up. He heard her say flirtatiously, [You have to work hard~]
[My great~~ priest.]
“Don’t push your luck.”
[Hahahaha.]
[I don’t care.]
Adjusting the angle of the camera to face the outside of the window, Shelley composed his expression. Jin Hanxiao’s back appeared on the screen again, with huge bat wings on his back.
He looked back for a moment, and then leaped from the window, streaking across the city sky under the shocked gazes of everyone.
That back, that gaze… became an eternal brand in the hearts of those who saw it.
…
On this day… the news of the riot in Base City 158, the tragic death of Mayor Terrence, and the looting and burning of the mayor’s building spread rapidly among the various base cities.
And from this day on… a demon-worshipping cult called Chelsea began to be quietly established on the wasteland.
The high priest was an Asian young man named Jin Hanxiao.
