"This! Is the power of the Demoness!"
"This!! Is the power of our resistance!"
"This!!! Is the power to leave this decrepit, rotten district behind! To cast off the nauseating label of 9-3!"
"The power to take revenge on the classes that exploit us! Oppress us! Despise us!"
His words were feverish, forceful, and intensely provocative. The man standing on the platform gestured wildly, looking every bit like a mental patient,
but after witnessing the miracle just now, everyone below was immersed in his words even so, raising their arms and shouting their agreement!
Watching this scene from the steel beam, Fang Ran had initially thought it was merely a group of people at the bottom of society who had happened upon something connected to a Night Battle and committed evil deeds.
But the instant he heard Osphia utter the title "Demoness,"
Fang Ran realized things were beginning to exceed his expectations.
His mind instinctively conjured that bewitching figure shrouded in black mystery, and in that instant, he seemed to understand the source of the unease he had felt earlier.
Then, several middle-aged men who looked like they all belonged to the privileged class were brought up, bound to racks, their faces pale and trembling.
Blood-soaked strips of cloth were wrapped around their bodies, while everyone around them held their flames aloft and shouted, as if they wanted to burn them alive!
It made one feel that they had already gone mad.
Yes, they had gone mad.
The malice of hurting others surged forth like stagnant black mud. Suppressing the urge to rush down and save them immediately, Fang Ran felt deeply uncomfortable at the sight of such an Evil Cult ritual.
Fang Ran frowned slightly and asked,
"What are they trying to do?"
"Black Magic is one of the