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Chapter 94 The War Begins
Chapter 94 The War Begins
Raphael hadn't expected the "Red Angel" evil spirit to be so powerful; he had just seen it at noon, and the war had started that afternoon.
Although this evil spirit has lost its uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics, the symbol of war will still point to him until a new "Red Priest" appears.
It can be said that wherever he appears, war is highly likely to break out. Or it can be said that wherever war breaks out, he will appear there.
Raphael still "remembers" the beginning of the battle: the airships of the Fussac Empire, under the cover of thick fog, crossed the Intersea, passed through half of Rune, and arrived in Backlund, where they dropped all the bombs they carried.
Of course, if you look closely, you'll notice something strange about this matter.
Raphael vaguely remembered that there seemed to be some subtle connection between the "Arbitrator" pathway and the "territory," and that the angels of Rune could not have been unaware when the airships of the Fusak Empire flew over Rune's territory.
But this still happened, which only shows that Rune also looked forward to this war.
By letting the Fussacks bomb the area, we have a reason to declare war.
But now is not the time to think about that. The sudden explosion startled the horses pulling the carriage, and the carriage was almost overturned.
Raphael quickly got out of the carriage. He ignored the carriage that was about to go out of control, because all the carriages on the street were about to go out of control.
Moreover, the continuous explosions made it impossible to calm the horses.
Raphael nimbly climbed to the rooftop and looked towards the location of the explosion not far away, hoping to find a suitable dwelling there.
Just then, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and Raphael couldn't help but exclaim "I #". Although the fog obscured his view, he could tell that a bomb was falling towards him.
Although the "zombie" has high defense, it can still be injured if a bomb explodes at close range.
Raphael quickly jumped to the roof of the building on the next street.
The bomb exploded on the street, and the blast wave instantly created a vortex in the fog. Several people were blown to pieces, and shrapnel and flying debris killed or seriously injured many passersby.
Screams and gasps of terror rang out.
Raphael shook his head: "Damn it, a corpse like that is completely useless."
He didn't think it was cruel of him to say that, because he didn't have much conscience to begin with.
Afterwards, explosions rang out in the surrounding area, some buildings collapsed, and fires broke out.
Some buildings were half destroyed by the bombs and caught fire, and were in danger of collapsing at any moment.
The airship had a limited bomb load and would not bomb repeatedly, so after this wave of bombing, the sounds of explosions and screams in the fog grew farther and farther away.
Just as Raphael was about to jump off the building, he saw a little boy crying in front of a building that was about to collapse.
The reason Raphael glanced at the little boy was because the boy looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, Raphael remembered that the little boy had given him a pudding when he played the "werewolf" for the second time.
After a slight hesitation, Raphael rushed down at a speed that could create a mist, picked up the little boy, and carried him to a safe place.
The next second, the spot where the little boy had just been standing was covered by the collapsed building.
The little boy Harrison was so frightened that he didn't dare to cry. After two seconds, he said to Raphael, who was about to leave, "Thank you, sir."
Raphael turned his head and said, "I also want to thank you for your pudding."
Harrison paused for a moment, then seemed to suddenly realize something: "Mr. Werewolf, is that you?"
Raphael smiled slightly and quickly left.
He felt that the little boy was quite pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately he was too young to recruit him into the Mafia.
Raphael then quickly moved forward, observing the corpses around him. He paid no attention to the cries and calls for help from the street, since not everyone was to his liking.
Arriving at the factory rented by Raphael, it was clear that it had not been bombed, perhaps because the factory was not large.
As the fire sirens blared outside, Raphael quickly calmed down and began his training for the day. After he was tired from training, the fire outside was almost extinguished. Raphael waited for a while but no carriage came, so he had to walk back again.
Walking down the street, some people were still busy putting out the remaining fires and carrying out bodies and wounded people to place on the roadside.
Some people found their loved ones in the bodies and were crying bitterly, while the wounded were shouting at the top of their lungs.
Throughout the journey, the grief of these people did not move Raphael in the slightest. In Raphael's view, it was precisely these ordinary people who elevated the nobles and councilors to such high positions that led to their tragic fates.
As for them being brainwashed and misled by official propaganda, that's their problem, not Raphael's, so there's no need to sympathize with them.
Raphael suddenly smiled: I wonder if this is a feeling only a "devil" would have? No one in the world is innocent; they are all guilty, and so am I!
Thinking about these things, Raphael felt refreshed and his condition improved significantly.
He realized that this might be the trigger for taking the "serial killer" potion.
Raphael then made his way through the panicked or grieving crowd and quickly returned to his apartment.
There weren't any particularly important buildings around the apartment building, so it wasn't bombed. However, a sense of panic permeated the streets and alleys. Many people had no appetite for food or rest, and just stared at the sky outside, as if the airships of the Fussac Empire could break through the fog again and drop bombs one after another at any moment.
Raphael returned to his room and took out the auxiliary materials from the drawer of his wardrobe.
After weighing the auxiliary materials, Raphael took out a dark mass of "serial killer" with extraordinary properties.
This item looks a bit like a black rice cake; it's not very big, but it's very heavy, or rather, it's heavier than its actual size.
Raphael put the properties into a beaker, and soon a cup of pitch-black potion was formed.
He picked up the beaker and shook it, feeling as if it were the poison he had concocted before.
However, in fact, every potion has toxicity.
Taking a deep breath, Raphael quickly adjusted his condition and drank the potion in one gulp.
Raphael gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the pain of the potion, but the pain was slow to arrive. After a moment's thought, he seemed to realize that he had treated everything he encountered on the street that afternoon with indifference, while secretly mocking it in his heart.
These actions seem to have somewhat offset the pain of the general rites.