People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 287 After the Explosion

Gertrude couldn't understand.

She did not continue to explore this road that was destined to be incomprehensible, because there was another trouble in front of her.

"This guy died cleanly, but his body is left here with me... I'm in trouble."

Gertrude looked down at the ice sculpture at her feet, and the corners of her mouth gradually tightened.

She didn't even know how to contact the forces behind this guy.

She was just a puppet, unilaterally accepting communications from the unknown force above.

The only feedback channel is the remnants of the Witch King.

But from the roar outside the secret room, Gertrude was convinced that the poor remnants of the Witch King would never be found again.

Gertrude kicked the ice sculpture away, and walked out of the secret room with her long legs.

As she walked back along the corridor to her study, the roaring sound in her ears became clearer.

She pushed open the door of the study, walked to the corridor, and looked through the window at the city outside which was as bright as day.

"It was a truly stunning scene, as if the sun had fallen onto this land, scorching and dazzling."

Gertrude's heart, which had just been a little irritated, recovered a little after seeing the huge mushroom full of destructive style in front of her, and she even felt a little happy.

"I can only say that he is worthy of being called Qi Yan." Gertrude pushed open the window so that she could see more carefully. "He has suffocating power and acts without restraint. The only pity is that you don't like to kill people unless they provoke you. This is not acceptable.

If you don't kill people, how can I use you to take revenge on those bastards?"

Gertrude's laughter echoed in the manor, gradually becoming sharp and crazy.

The servants who were standing in various places in the manor suddenly came to their senses. When they heard Gertrude's laughter, they felt a chill in their hearts and quickly lowered their heads and hid back in their rooms.

The mushroom cloud over the city of Viszeheim was still growing slowly, its tip rising slowly and breaking through the clouds in the sky.

The impact of the self-detonation of the autonomous spell-casting unit overturned the soil, turning into translucent ripples visible to the naked eye, sweeping towards the surrounding blocks.

Wherever it went, houses collapsed and the neat streets became soft like freshly plowed farmland.

The impact spread to an entire block before gradually showing signs of decline.

Nearly half an hour later, the residual power of the self-explosion began to dissipate, the flames became dim, and the night regained its territory. Only the last ball of fire remained burning stubbornly, stubbornly competing with the night.

A white-haired boy crawled out of the cave where fire was burning, his face was pale with fear and his legs were trembling.

But he was unharmed.

"what happened?"

Although Bai Ke was one of the parties involved, he did not understand the situation at all.

Why did such a horrible explosion happen suddenly? Why was I unharmed? Where was Qi Yan?

He glanced around and could barely tell from the ruins that he was in the Sunset District.

Just when Bai Ke was at a loss, a figure crawled out of the cave he had just escaped from again.

The figure was still burning with flames, but his movements were not affected at all. He jumped out of the fire and rolled wildly on the ground.

"Qi Yan?!"

Bai Ke recognized the other person, quickly took off his coat, and rushed over to help Qi Yan put out the fire.

"No, no, I'm just practicing the emergency response method for when my body is on fire." Qi Yan, in his flame form, quickly got up and waved his hand to stop Bai Ke from getting closer. "The fire is too big, and rolling around won't put it out. Your tattered clothes are of no use."

As he spoke, blood spurted out from Qi Yan's body, instantly extinguishing the flames.

Then the blood surrounded Qi Yan and turned into a red cloak, covering his body.

Bai Ke stared at Qi Yan blankly.

It seemed that the flames just now did not hurt Qi Yan at all. Qi Yan's already fair skin, against the backdrop of the red cloak, took on a somewhat enchanting temperament, and his white hair fluttered in the scorching wind.

If you look closely at the cloak made of blood, you can see a faint flowing texture, as if it has life.

"I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to be so handsome that you'll be stunned by me." Qi Yan said with a cocky look on his face.

"Ah, I'm not!"

Bai Ke's face turned red and he waved his hands: "I'm just a little surprised that both of us are okay."

"It's just a small scene. If something bad can happen, I might as well find a deserted place and bury myself."

Qi Yan adjusted his hair, waved to Bai Ke to follow, and led the way towards Murphy's manor.

Bai Ke walked on the dilapidated streets of Xizhao District. All he saw was the miserable scene like hell on earth, and an expression of pity appeared on his face.

"What exactly happened? Why did it explode suddenly?" asked Bai Ke.

"One of the remnants of the Witch King detonated the autonomous spellcasting unit of the phonograph, trying to drag me down with him. It's so funny, I can't die at all."

After listening to Qi Yan's explanation, Bai Ke's face showed an unprecedented look of disgust:

"How could they do this? This is a city. An entire block was destroyed because of the explosion. How many people have they killed?"

“That’s not bad.”

Qi Yan chuckled and said, "I once met an opponent named Kosice, who used fraud to expose an entire large mobile city to natural disasters.

You should have heard about it, it was the Chicheng incident that the Reunion Movement created last year."

Bai Ke felt a chill all over his body, and felt a fear and anger from the depths of his soul at the tragedy that Qi Yan described.

He shook his head and said, "I have been wandering in the wilderness and between villages. I have no channels to receive news, so I don't know about the Qiecheng incident you mentioned.

But I am very angry. Why would those people do such a cruel thing? What is their purpose? "

Qi Yan walked in front and shrugged:

"There are too many reasons. They are fighting for power, expanding their own power, and taking back the glory that once belonged to them, etc."

"What does this have to do with their killing?" Bai Ke retorted angrily, "Can't they resist without using such brutal means?

Could it be that the struggle between those forces is a competition to see which side kills more people?"

Qi Yan turned around in surprise.

It was the first time he saw Bai Ke in such an angry state.

Bai Ke met Qi Yan's gaze and was startled, realizing that it was meaningless to get angry at Qi Yan.

Just when he wanted to apologize, Qi Yan spoke first:

"They never actually intended to kill anyone. They were really just seriously planning various conspiracies and calculations. The casualties they caused were just some insignificant impacts of the plan.

Whether those ordinary citizens live or die has no impact on the overall situation."

Baichao was in a trance.

He turned his head and looked around. In the huge ruins, his figure was so small that it was barely noticeable.

If someone looked down at him from the sky, they might not even notice that a little boy like him was standing in the ruins.

He once thought that the misery of the lower class people was being oppressed and enslaved.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the real tragedy was that they had never been noticed by anyone.

A luxury car loaded with desires, driving on this land, will not realize that it will run over an ant nest on its way forward.