Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 45 Has the God Really Come?

Holding a film camera, Fiali pretended to be a reporter who came to interview, blending into the crowd of demonstrators, patiently waiting for the opportunity to come.

The protests around them were like a noisy tide, turning Saint Street into a world dominated by anger and blindness. Everyone here believed that they were defenders of the faith and had unshakable qualifications, but their fanaticism from the bottom of their hearts only made Fialli feel noisy.

Do they really know what they are pursuing?

Are passionate words the passport of the devout?
It's just self-consolation.

Faith is about people satisfying gods, not gods satisfying mortals.

Pleasing, following and worshipping are all a kind of satisfaction, while abandoning oneself and going with the flow can also be considered another form of satisfaction, because in the face of God's wisdom, people no longer need to think.

Fiyali retreated silently, step by step, to the edge of the crowd, with a huge shadow behind her. She silently watched the surging crowd, watching everyone with the same expression on their faces, pursuing the same satisfaction, as if there was only one god in the world. From this, she deeply realized that human nature is the same, giving up something and pursuing something.

Blood-red mist floated up from the cracks in the stone bricks of the street, gradually spreading and covering the entire street. In the blood mist, people's blood would boil, their heartbeats would speed up, and the hormones that control anger in their bodies would continue to be secreted, making them more brutal and impulsive. The most amazing thing is that no one would notice this, because they all felt that their emotions were not controlled by others.

"How foolish."

"puff!"

They are still protesting, their voices are getting louder and louder, their movements of waving signs are getting rougher, and even their moods are becoming more agitated without them noticing.

Bang!
Bang!
The victim's breath gradually weakened, his face was smashed to pieces and it was almost unrecognizable, and the attacker's fist was bloody, but he was completely unaware, and the flames of hatred and resentment were still burning in his eyes.

Finally someone noticed that something was wrong, but it was too late. More and more undead returned to the world from the blood-red mist, seized the bodies of the living, and began their revenge atrocities, bringing blood, pain and fear.

Fiyali saw blurry figures, their breath was cold, and their scarlet eyes were filled with irreconcilable hatred, as if they were an army that had once fought the god of death, returning tenaciously from the ancient underworld, vowing to take revenge on those who had abandoned them.

An undead walked towards the crowd and merged with one of the figures without any hindrance. The anger and manic emotions aroused by the blood mist were the best neutralizer for these undead, helping them to control the bodies of the living effortlessly and return to this cold world.

He raised his head stiffly, his eyes fixed on the nearest person, and his scarlet eyes suddenly burst into flames of hatred and resentment, as if burning. The next moment, he pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. Without waiting for the other party to react, he stretched out his fist and smashed it down with a force that a normal human would absolutely find difficult to resist.

No one noticed the blood mist surrounding them. If they had been distracted a little, they might have noticed the changes in the street, but it was difficult to expect blindly following people to remain rational.

In the past, that person might be Marshal Napoleon who trampled the Kingdom of Zoroaster. He was a hero who saved the country and was admired by everyone. Some people also said that he was the biggest butcher in human history. It was that person who wielded the butcher knife against these dead souls without mercy, and created the "Sad City" Linville that cried day and night.

What's interesting is that these people didn't want to flee the scene or step forward to stop it. Instead, they watched the brutal atrocity silently, watching the attacker's fists hit the other person's face again and again, and he kept groaning. Some people showed excitement on their faces.

The people of this country are naturally fond of disputes, or rather, violence runs in their veins.

With a muffled thud, the attacker barely put up any resistance and fell unconscious on the street. Someone nearby noticed this crazy move and screamed, and the crowd immediately dispersed, leaving a circle with the attacker as the center.

The reporter whispered, but no one heard it.

A low and hoarse sound gradually came from the fog, like rusty armor rubbing against each other, or like a long-broken machine restarting.

But today, thousands of years later, that person has long since turned to dust and ashes, and only hatred remains forever. Therefore, all living creatures on this land that he saved will replace him and become the target of revenge.

He hardly looked like a living person, but rather a ghost who had returned for revenge.

The man possessed by the spirit was originally shouting slogans enthusiastically, but suddenly stopped, his expression became dull. A cold wind spread out from him, making the people around him shiver. In a trance, they thought they had crossed the cold moon and entered the vast snow moon.

The whole scene suddenly became extremely chaotic, with screams of terror and wails of being attacked everywhere. Some people wanted to escape, and some tried to resist, but the power of the undead was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Their resentment had been brewing for thousands of years, and finally became the most violent eruption in the city, like the awakening of a volcano.

Fei Yali stood in the shadows, holding her film camera, watching the scene silently, and whispered:
"This is a trial."

Trials given by God. "Only those who overcome trials can prove their strength."

After shedding all the blood that should be shed and enduring all the suffering that should be endured, one will then receive God's promise to ascend into the great kingdom of heaven and enjoy the fragrance of the feast.

She slowly raised her head and looked towards the sky which had become gloomy. Her lips opened and closed silently: "Great Lord of Heaven."

"When the blood moon fell from the sky."

"I sincerely ask you to join us in this red feast!"

The moment the words fell, the sky darkened completely. Everything was shrouded in pitch-black darkness; even the light was swallowed up.

Anger, hatred, resentment, fear, regret, numbness... negative emotions were like a cold wave in the severe winter, and were released without reservation at this moment. They rose up and gathered towards the center of darkness, and finally, they outlined a blood-red full moon, hanging high in the sky, lonely and desolate, but it became the only light source at this moment.

A huge arm gradually emerged from the blood moon.

It was like the hand of a giant that supported the heaven and earth in ancient times, so huge that it seemed to be able to take the entire Linville City into its palm and make it a humble plaything. The surface of the arm was covered with dense black scales, and from the gaps between the scales, filthy pus and blood kept flowing out, pouring down from the sky like a waterfall, and a scarlet blood rain fell.

The moment the giant's arm stretched out from the blood moon, terrifying pressure descended instantly, stirring up the howling wind. The souls of mortals were oppressed, making it difficult to breathe, and they felt that death was so close.

The blood-red god, the lord of feasts, and the feaster of heaven, finally arrived here under the guidance of the sacrificial ceremony.

Fiyali subconsciously held her breath and dared not make any loud noise, for fear of disturbing the great will.

The plan was successful.

A similar thought subconsciously flashed through her mind.

because.

No one can go against the power of God.

***
Another person who shared the same idea as Fialli was Virol, who was fighting hard in the underground ruins.

Even though he was hundreds of meters underground, he could still feel the terrifying pressure of the gods. Facing the offensive of the magic knights, Virol, who was gradually stretched to the limit, felt his blood boiling, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You can't stop it!"

He dodged another round of volleys from the magic rifles, and bared his ferocious fangs at these lackeys of the cult: "The will of the Lord of Heaven has arrived, and He will bring endless joy to this place. Only those who have shed blood and suffered can be qualified to attend. You are uninvited outsiders, destined to become ashes under blood and wine, to be rejected by God, and to be overturned in eternal pain and regret!!!"

Despite being bruised and battered, he acted like a winner.

Perhaps it is because they see hope for survival and feel that God will save his believers from suffering.

"is it?"

Lestrade said coldly: "He has arrived just in time."

The next moment, he took out a device similar to an intercom from the pocket of his windbreaker and ordered to the other side: "The target has appeared."

"Approved to activate the 'Ether Optics Stand'."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)