Anvil Town was in a bit of chaos. After all, last night's battle had left behind a complete mess. The entire town reeked today, and many homes and gardens were dotted with brown stains.
Not to mention the capitalist who had learned that the underground Biogas Pool had exploded and rushed over early in the morning to deal with it. He was now leading a construction crew in repairing the streets.
No one knew how much he would have to pay this time, but once the residents learned they were living atop a Biogas Pool that could explode at any moment, they were beside themselves with rage. Everywhere Su Ming passed, he saw people wearing masks and using wooden boards or cardboard to paint protest slogans in their front yards.
"I heard that Japanese people especially like wearing masks, while Americans are just the opposite. But I found a good solution: blow up all the sewers in every town, and they'll put them on willingly."
As the two sides who had fought last night, Su Ming and the two angels were now walking together, chatting and laughing as they crossed the street. The atmosphere was remarkably harmonious.
"Some are even wearing Gas Masks. I saw those when humans were fighting World War II. They look like pig snouts, and God likes them very much too." The skinny angel glanced toward the roadside and remarked with a smile.
"That sounds very God." Deathstroke, dressed as a vampire, crooked his lips. It was impossible to tell what he meant by that.
The three moved at a decent pace. Though the roads were not easy to traverse and they occasionally had to detour around large clumps of unidentified matter, they soon arrived at the church.
The underground sea's eruption yesterday appeared not to