Old days in the box

Chapter 283 Rats in the Gutter

"It seems that the troops of the Tribunal have sensed the danger in advance. Have you ever thought that maybe there are really traitors among your people?" Taiyin asked calmly from his hood, as if the shooting scene that had just happened in the room was different. It seems to exist.

"This is a slum. Rebellion is everyone's natural instinct. Otherwise, you won't be able to survive here, hehe." The evil man continued to sneer, "Besides, the traitor is the first among those who want to launch a rebellion. Isn't that right? Is it interesting?"

The raids from the Inquisition were still approaching outside, but this man turned a blind eye and didn't seem to care.

It wasn't that he was confident, or that he had some secret weapons that could cope with the Tribunal's raids. On the contrary, as the leader of the rebels in the slums, he knew very well that the slums couldn't withstand a large-scale raid by the Tribunal.

In the past hundreds of years, the slums were just a group of illegal buildings built by a group of people who were rotten to the core. They established their capital of survival on the outskirts of the majestic Constantinople, but everyone knew that this The fragile castle could not withstand the impact.

This is why the Holy See has allowed slums to exist to a certain extent over the years.

Because they knew very well that if they really wanted to sweep it away, this crumbling building that looked like a stinking ditch would not be able to sustain it for one night.

But now, things are different.

With the help of these two mysterious people in front of them, they finally no longer need to hide in this mouse hole-like place, but can walk out from here and ignite the world.

In this case, the fall of this slum is nothing to regret.

"Now that the Tribunal has arrived, it means that you have been exposed. The only way now is to ignite the rebellion in advance. This is also a relief for you." Taiyin nodded and did not deny his statement.

"The rebellion has already started, sir. Ever since you provided the first funding, we have been secretly putting poison in the drinking water pipes of Constantinople. At this point in time, it is probably about to break out."

The evil boss stood up from his chair, his bloodshot eyes twitching suddenly, like an overly excited addict. He walked around the table towards the door of the leaky attic, laughing wildly. .

"Drinkable water pipe? Which area does it lead to?" Taiyin raised his head slightly.

"Who knows, we never pay attention to where those pipes lead. If we knew the answer in advance, wouldn't we lose a lot of fun?"

"Well, just do what you should do. Our relationship ends here." Tayin buried his head in the shadows.

The evil ghost walked out of the door laughing. His back was covered with horrific scars from various wounds, showing that he had been betrayed by cold shots from behind more than once.

Unlike Vidal, from the first day Taiyin arrived in this slum, they had a tacit understanding with each other and never asked about each other's identity. Taiyin never mentioned any great old beliefs to them. Hope Inspire them to join God.

Although there are human buildings built in this place, it is a lawless jungle of the jungle of the jungle. There is no way for humans to survive here, only beasts that have given up their humanity can.

Such people are not worthy of becoming the chosen people of the old days.

"Thank you sir for your continued support. Since you have paid such a high ticket price, I think you must be looking forward to this grand performance, right?"

"That depends on your skill as a performer."

"Don't worry, I will set every house on fire and shoot everyone. This is the dream I have longed for!"

The evil boss left behind almost crazy laughter and strode away from the leaky pavilion. Outside the chaotic and complicated slum, the sound of the search had been amplified enough to be heard in every corner.

As the evil boss left, the wall in the room began to gradually reveal a human figure. The silver faceless men with the ability to mimic reappeared and walked down the wall one by one.

The exposed pipe that had been leaking lost its magical disguise and extended along the corner to the ceiling. There, a ship ghost that was half human and half ship lay on its side, like a giant mermaid stranded.

It turned out that the entire room was filled with people from Taiyin. The evil boss was in a dangerous situation like that of a liger and a tiger in the same cage.

"This place is truly a place where the most depraved people gather. That guy just now is simply the spokesperson of chaos. If they really win, this empire will be in doom."

The ship ghost made a cold taunt, and his huge and beautiful body lay forward in the room and complained.

"That's not what we should care about anymore. Our mission is to spread chaos in Byzantium. We only need to achieve the goal." Tain said calmly, then turned his head to look at "Mrs. Tilius", "What are you doing?" Have you been silent?" The Faceless Man, who was disguised as Mrs. Tilius, raised his face, and the digital ocean of "Compassion" kept changing in it: "I have locked the source of this army. There is a rumor in Constantinople. Here’s the latest news…”

"The informant was Vidal?" Taiyin answered with a smile.

"Yes, after the Tribunal's army set off, the rebels in the lower area took action almost at the same time. At this time, they had broken through the warning level and headed towards the palaces under the temple. Moreover, they had me in their hands. A miracle from the Lord Himself.”

“Mercy” emphasizes the tone of the last sentence.

The person who disrupted their plan tonight was Vidal, but the person who received the gaze of the Son of the Old and gave him the gift was also Vidal, which meant that the great Son of the Old might have acquiesced in his behavior to a certain extent.

"It's not surprising. That kid has been sending people to track my whereabouts recently. How should I put it? He is really an insecure child." Tayin said with a smile.

"But since my lord has cast a miracle on him, does it mean that he is still from our side?" The ship ghost asked, holding her chin, her body lying on the shipwreck almost occupying half of the room.

"The time he chose was very tricky. It really didn't affect our overall deployment. In addition to our side, the rebels on the 'Justice' side have also started taking action."

"Where's the death knight?" Taiyin turned around and asked.

"We are all waiting for your orders outside." The huge ship ghost replied charmingly.

"Then it's time for us to open our arms and make a big fuss. Since the gods have set their sights on this place, we will definitely achieve victory tonight."

Taiyin took off the disguise of a high priest, and the frozen black mist covered his body again, condensing into a strict black mist armor.

"How much trouble can be made?" The ship elf blinked his shining eyes.

"Until the two great envoys of the Thousand Flowers Mother Goddess are forced to come back to save the situation, then it will be the best time for Freya to break through the border."

Taiyin's hand of resentment ignited again, crawling on his shoulder like a grinning blue flame beast, burning and crackling.

While they were hurriedly lighting fires everywhere within the Byzantine Empire, Freya was not idle either.

During this period, she had already united with the half-bodied orc kingdoms in the north that had been raided, and formed an anti-Mother Goddess front to march to the north, waiting for the right time to be ready to attack at any time.

They can only choose to protect the border and the country.

Zhou Xiao silently listened to the deployment of his divinely chosen champion and moss personality, and then turned the camera to the interior of this slum where all kinds of evil gathered.

He suddenly realized that this old faith established in his name was perhaps the most free and unfaithful faith in the entire atrium.

They are neither bound by any doctrine nor follow any specific belief principles. Apart from their belief in the great Son of the Old One, there is almost nothing in common between the elects. Even the names of the gods have not yet been unified.

In some places, believers are still offering the most primitive human sacrifices to the Son of the Past, capturing their defeated enemies and offering their blood to him; while in other places, they are piling up large quantities of gold and jewelry day and night, trying to gain the attention of the gods. A glimpse, but ultimately failed to get what I wanted.

Those who are defeated hope to make a comeback, those who are hungry hope to have a stable life, those who are in war hope for peace, and those who have lost hope to regain it.

All these prayers to the Son of the Past will actually turn into low whispers in his ears, and he can hear them clearly.

At first, these whispers would only appear in dreams, but as divinity continues to strengthen his connection with the window, he can now receive these beliefs and voices from the window, as if he is really a ubiquitous being. God can sense any mortal who calls his name.

But the terrible thing is that when he can really hear the prayers of all believers, he no longer cares about these voices.

Just as he recognized Tain's deployment, he also didn't think there was anything wrong with Vidal's private actions, because he was not on anyone's side.

Unknowingly, when he thinks, he has subconsciously put himself in a higher position, rather than looking at the world from a human perspective.

(End of this chapter)