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Chapter 396 Lopasman

Chapter 396 Lopasman (two in one, please subscribe!)
Felner felt that Vic in front of him didn't look like he was joking with him.

And his innate ability seems to be helping him prove this point. The blurry image of the running giant is just as he said, the sun-chasing giant.

But he didn't really believe it was true.

Fellner looked at him again, still frowning.

How could he be the king of an ancient dynasty with such an idiot?
Fellner said nothing.

But his eyes and demeanor seemed to say everything.

All this was seen by Vic.

He couldn't help but twitching in his mouth: "...I always feel that you are saying bad things about me in your heart."

"You don't believe it, do you?"

Fellner heard this and shook his head: "No, I barely believe it."

I barely believe it...

Vic was silent for a moment after hearing this.

If it's too forced, then I guess you'd better not believe it...

"Since you said that you are the king of a lost ancient dynasty..." Fellner did not discuss too much about whether he believed it or not, and asked instead: "Then your current body... was robbed?"

Fellner pointed at his chest and said.

Hearing this, Vic shook his head and did not hide anything from him. Now the two of them are like grasshoppers on a rope, and their life and death are bound together.

"Do not……"

He held out his palm and looked at it.

"When I wake up, maybe I will have died once..."

"I'm not quite sure who I am anymore."

"Maybe it's Vic, maybe it's the king of Varissa, maybe... it's both? Who knows..."

Vic smiled.

He didn't care about it anymore.

He now should probably be called a new soul that possesses both the memory of King Varissa and the memory of Vic.

Seeing that he looked like he was thinking about philosophy, Fellner didn't dwell too much on this topic.

"Okay, King Varissa."

Felner looked around.

"We are now in a border fog. Can you tell me what we should do next?"

After hearing this, Vic was silent for a moment, then looked at the dark and thick fog, and slowly spoke.

"You'd better pray that we can find the remains of the Sun Chaser Giant..."

"Otherwise, there is a high probability that we will be lost in this fog forever..."

……

woo-

The steamer in the port hummed and set off again.

This new type of steam-powered ship was particularly conspicuous among the ships in the port, attracting exclamations from the island residents.

The tall man with a cigar in his mouth and an open chest slowly walked down the gangway. After glancing around, he walked towards the island.

However, before the man had gone very far, a small hand firmly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He turned around and saw a dirty little girl with her head bowed and her hands raised, making a begging gesture towards him.

Looking around, there are many such children around, and they are not just children.

There are also many disabled old people and crying women.

As if they had unified command, whenever a passenger on the boat got off the boat, they would come forward to beg.

After taking a look at the slightly dilapidated town, the man took out a few silver coins and put them in the girl's hands.

Then, he turned and left.

But soon, five or six children appeared in the corner of the alley, swarming up to him and stretching out their hands, as if they had been observing secretly for a long time.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

Then he reached out and grabbed the little hand trying to steal.

The boy who was stealing suddenly shrank his pupils and struggled hard, only to find that the other person's hands were as motionless as iron pliers.

Just when he thought he was in trouble, he heard the man's hoarse and magnetic low voice.

"Stay here, don't move."

As his words fell.

The boy felt as if his whole body was controlled by an inexplicable force. He walked to the side with his companions uncontrollably, and then stood in a row obediently.

"Asshole...what do you brats want to do? Are you going to rebel?"

It seemed that their actions were too outrageous. Following a question, a group of vicious hooligans quickly appeared together.

Just now, they looked like ordinary porters at the dock.

Rogge looked at the gangsters surrounding him in a circle, his expression calm as usual.

He didn't speak or move.

He just stood there quietly, and then an idea came to him.

In an instant, the group of people in front of them turned into fly ash and disappeared into the air...

Then, he exhaled a puff of smoke and turned towards the town.

At this time, he was possessing a fabricated incarnation and came to the north of the Sea of Repentance.

Of course, he made up more than one incarnation.

The thing here is just one of the things he has to do.

This is the territory of the Lopasman Empire, the religious territory of the Extreme Night Church, a large island called 'White Radish'...

There is poverty, exploitation and oppression.

At this point, the Lopasman Empire far exceeds the belief territory of the Mother Goddess and its surrounding demigods.

As a unified and huge empire, the Lopasman Empire has existed for a long time.

The corruption within it can be said to be extremely chaotic. The church and the nobles have joined forces to break the bones and marrow of the civilians under their rule, and try their best to squeeze out every drop of value from them.

This naturally makes the civilians miserable.

As we all know, there is a common sense that if people cannot eat, they will try their best to eat, even if they rebel.

This is true even in a world with extraordinary power.

But the only difference is that the results of the rebellion are completely different...

"Come on! Damn it!"

Snapped!
The whip struck his back, leaving a deep bloody mark and causing screams.

On the street, soldiers were escorting a group of people to the execution platform, whipping and urging them along the way.

The group of people being escorted included people of all ages, including men, women and children.

And the only thing they have in common is the simple flame brand on their arms...

Rogge stood by the balcony on the second floor of the tavern, leaning on the railing, and took a sip of strong drink.

These deportees with common characteristics were rebels from the Lopasman Empire.

They have a name that is widely spread throughout the Lopasman Empire.

Self-immolation person.

This is a rebel organization within the Lopasman Empire. They are scattered but have a common goal and will, which is resistance.

Each self-immolator will have a simple flame pattern branded on his arm.

The meaning of this title is very simple, coming from the joking words of a nobleman.

"Their resistance is like moths flying to a flame, no different from self-immolation."

In the eyes of the nobles and believers, what these people did was either resistance or self-immolation.

After all, this is not a world where everyone is physically equal.

The oppressive class, which possesses powerful and extraordinary power, is not afraid of being hanged by the outraged common people.

They would only hang those who resisted.

Classes are solidified and oppression reaches the extreme.

And under such circumstances, will any vested interests betray their own class?
Of course there are.

The incarnation of Rogge also heard some such rumors when he traveled within the Lopasman Empire. Among the nobles on a certain island, there was such a betrayer. He had extraordinary power, but he joined the ranks of the rebels and fought against his original class.

It's a pity that there are only a very small number of such people, and their participation only prevents the organization of self-immolators from being easily swept away like garbage, and is able to survive until now...

Then the problem is coming.

Since these oppressors are not afraid of resistance and can plunder civilians unscrupulously, how come there are so many islanders now?

The reason is nothing short of magical.

After the nobles collaborated with the church to oppress the common people to a certain extent, they were shocked to find that the number of common people was getting smaller and smaller.

That's right, people are not like water in a sponge. No matter how much pressure is applied, there will still be residue. If you don't give food to eat and you can't get food to eat, what can you do? You can only die.

They can suppress resistance, but they cannot make civilians immune to death.

...No, it’s not impossible.

It can only be said that fortunately the God of Jiye Church does not control the power of death and rebirth.

Otherwise, these civilians may have to be resurrected even after they die, turning into zombies who cultivate the land without rest...

After they became aware of this problem, they realized that something should change.

And their changes are simple.

Eat, I'll pay for the food.

The believers worked hard to solve the food ration problem of these civilians, so that they would barely starve to death, and they could also sing praises to the great gods.

The money to solve the ration problem will naturally be borne by the nobles.

The benefits go to the church and the nobles bear the blame.

Do they have any opinions?
Of course not, the nobles were very happy.

But there is no way, who makes the church have a strong fist? If it is not dependent on them for rule and blood-sucking, the nobility may not necessarily exist.

The nobles seemed to understand this, so they did not allow the common people to disappear completely, but instead tried their best to increase their population.

The church and the nobility bully the common people. If there are no common people to bully, then the church will naturally have no choice but to bully the nobility.

Therefore, with the help of the nobles' forced "discovery of conscience", the common people also have basic food rations.

The three have returned to a strange balance point.

All this made Rogge feel quite absurd.

Just when Rogge's thoughts were diverging.

The self-immolators have been escorted by a group of soldiers to the execution platform.

Under the execution platform, there were civilians watching in twos and threes.

More people seemed not surprised by the scene in front of them, their eyes filled with numbness.

This kind of thing is too common.

The executioner on guard seemed to be in a hurry to get off work. He said a few words and then entered the execution stage. No one listened anyway.

If nothing else goes wrong, today's execution will end soon.

However, since Rogge is already standing here, it is unlikely that there will be no accidents.

There was a burst of noise from the crowd.

A group of masked men came out from all directions with weapons. It was easy to tell from the marks on some of their arms that they were also among the self-immolators.

The self-immolators roared and attacked the execution team.

They seemed to have been planning for a long time, and there were also extraordinary beings among them. They quickly eliminated the execution team and rescued their companions amidst a burst of noise.

Seeing this, Rogge raised his head and drank the last sip of strong wine from the bottle.

jingle.

The clear sound of the wine bottle falling to the ground was heard, but Rogge's figure disappeared from the spot.

……

White Radish Island Port.

Groups of soldiers quickly surrounded him from all sides and started a fierce battle with the self-immolators.

boom!
A huge explosion sounded, and a tavern collapsed.

"Quick! Get on board!"

"Brian...leave it to you!"

Fierce fighting spread throughout the port, and the masked leader of the self-immolators shouted loudly.

Hearing his words, a tall self-immolator nodded. After taking a deep breath, he took out a piece of dark flesh and put it into his mouth with determination.

Following a burst of painful screams, his body began to expand rapidly, and his muscles roughly swelled through the skin on his body, turning into a humanoid monster burning with blazing flames in the blood.

After roaring angrily, he rushed towards the group of soldiers under gunfire and weapons, setting off a bloody storm and blocking the advance of this group of imperial soldiers with his flesh and blood.

In addition to him, there are also self-immolators who gritted their teeth and voluntarily sacrificed themselves, leaving behind no descendants.

Under their cover, a group of self-immolators finally had a chance to breathe and quickly evacuated towards a ship.

They paid a heavy price, but as long as they can leave, that's success.

It's a pity that God did not fulfill his wish.

"The dazzling Lord of the Stars, the Watcher of the boundless starry sky..."

A low murmur sounded.

A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

Then, a huge meteorite appeared from it with firelight. The huge force directly destroyed one of the retreating ships, and even killed several self-immolators.

"Although I don't know how long your meaningless struggle will continue."

"But now that you're here, don't leave even one of them."

While sneering, a believer wearing the robe of a member of the Church of the Extreme Night, holding a mark, emerged from the shining stars, cutting off their retreat.

When the leader of the self-immolators saw this, his mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

However, just when he was about to grit his teeth and fight to the death, an accident happened.

"It doesn't matter what you say."

A calm voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the Jiye believer, causing his pupils to shrink and he looked around in horror, trying to find the source of the sound.

Then, he was horrified to find that his body was turning into tiny dust particles one after another, disappearing rapidly from his feet to his head.

"Do not……"

Before the shrill scream could even be heard, the Jiye believer completely disappeared.

The leader of the self-immolators looked at this scene in astonishment.

But he quickly realized that now was not the time to dwell on this, and hurriedly turned around to organize his companions to retreat.

"Roar--"

"You... damn bastards!"

"One day, you will all go to hell!"

The man named Brian left a final roar. His scarred body finally couldn't support it anymore and exploded into corpses all over the ground with a loud bang.

The self-immolators successfully retreated.

Compared with many tragic failures, such tragic success can even be regarded as relatively good.

Chateaulu leaned against the railing, took off the mask on his face, and exhaled with a heavy heart.

Looking at the blue sea, his heart was filled with confusion.

He couldn't understand why the world was so cruel.

The church and the nobility bullied others wantonly, treating people like animals and killing them, but there was no retribution at all.

If such a world collapses, it might not be a bad thing...

He looked up at the cracks in the sky and thought to himself.

"The oppression of the gods will come to an end."

"Are you interested in adding fuel to this fire?"

A low voice fell into Chateauru's ears.

He turned his head suddenly and saw a man appearing beside him at some point, looking at him calmly.