The Riot Began
Time flies and we arrive at Friday in a blink of an eye.
The sky over Backlund, which had been hard to clear for several days, was once again covered with dark clouds, and freezing rain began to fall at noon.
The cold wind was howling, the rain and snow were coming, and umbrellas of different colors were set up on the street. People tightened their clothes and hurried away with their trousers lifted.
But most of these scenes appear in Hillston District, Cherwood Borough and other places.
For most people in East Borough, umbrellas are also a luxury product.
In the cold icy rain, pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and Trembling and Vagrant could be seen everywhere under the eaves of the buildings on both sides of the road.
Cheap Restaurant and cafes are crowded with customers. Even those who are usually thrifty want to find a place to hide from the rain and drink a bowl of hot soup.
At the same time, a more remote abandoned Factory.
On the high platform, Deputy Bishop wearing white Monk's Robe, in the sight of Believer, slowly crawled to the ground, raising his hands with a face full of enthusiasm:
"I received a message from the oracle!
"He said, He knows, He has seen, He has heard, He will not let His Believer go, so He will guide us in the direction!
"You, me, and the lost sheep who have never believed in Him... Is our misery caused by ourselves? No, it is them!
"They are those black-hearted businessmen who are only interested in profit and only know how to squeeze us. They are the nobles who annex land and spend thousands Pound on a banquet, but even feed us the leftovers. They are scheming all day long, but no one remembers our Parliamentarian. They are the incompetent king!
"Also, that Seven False Gods!
"They have never favored us, why should we believe in them?
"Only this Supreme Being has never forgotten us and cast his gaze on us. He said that the time has come and He will guide us to take back everything we have!"
The dazzling light seemed to tear apart the space and bathed everyone.
The Believers, who had different expressions just now, couldn't help but look at each other and looked at each other's vision, and they all looked horrified.
They suddenly found that they seemed to no longer feel hungry, were no longer afraid of the cold, and seemed to have endless strength in their bodies.
Does God really exist?
Does the great Supreme Being really exist?
For a moment, this thought flashed through almost everyone's mind.
Deputy Bishop's high-pitched speech continued, and everyone listened selflessly, with a desire to surrender from body to mind.
No one noticed, and a flash of blood quickly flashed across everyone's eyes.
"The time has come!
"Show our strength and take back what is rightfully ours!"
Deputy Bishop screamed loudly, and soon several Mentor in gray robes also shouted. More Believer were infected and joined in not to be outdone.
In an instant, the shouts were like thunder, and there was a faint momentum of tearing down the roof.
Deputy Bishop glanced at Gray-Robed Mentor and waved his hand:
"Action!"
The voice fell.
Gray-Robed Mentor, who was in charge of leading the team, began to pick people one after another, and soon the hundreds of Believer in the workshop were divided up.
They filed out of the workshop into several groups and rushed into the distance.
However, similar scenes are not only happening here.
In the cold wind and cold rain, more and more people with shabby or even tattered clothes, sallow faces and skinny muscles appeared, and they rushed towards the goal with a clear-cut flag.
A certain Glass Factory.
The gatekeeper Old Man was sitting under the edge of the door, wrapped in a shabby fur coat and taking a nap. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew. He couldn't help but shiver and suddenly regained consciousness.
He casually glanced outside, and his eyes froze in an instant.
A group of people strode toward me, without an umbrella, just letting themselves get soaked in the rain, and the leader looked particularly familiar.
No, something is going to happen!
Old Man, who has been watching the door for half his life, experienced such a thing for the first time, but it did not stop him from seeing that the other party was not a good person, so he jumped up.
Without saying a word, he kicked the stool away and quickly closed the Factory door.
"Come, someone is coming!"
He yelled and ran inside in panic to report the news.
Seeing Gatekeeper, who had pushed and scolded him out of Factory not long ago, running away in panic, Arthur smiled coldly and shook his palms vigorously a few times.
Suddenly, the nearby soil suspended and gathered in one place.
They mixed with the rainwater and quickly piled up into a mud ball. Following his thoughts, they began to roll in the direction of Factory.
"This is a miracle!"
There was a Believer behind him who couldn't help but exclaimed.
Others also showed shocked expressions, looking at Arthur with fearful eyes, feeling that the other person's thin body was particularly tall at this moment.
Arthur ignored them and concentrated on manipulating the mud ball.
It rolls faster and faster.
As the rolling process continued, dirt continued to accumulate, and soon it grew from half a person's height to a huge thing the size of a carriage carriage.
"Boom!"
The mud ball hit the Factory door hard and easily overturned it.
Arthur turned around and shouted to Believer who was following him, "Come in, smash their Robot, and take back our Pound!"
"Come in!"
Believer all drink together.
At this time, gunshots suddenly sounded not far away.
"Bang!"
The deafening sound of gunfire instantly drowned out everyone's cries, making them tremble.
But soon, they overcame their instinctive fear, their eyes turned scarlet again, and they continued to rush towards Factory according to Arthur's order.
"Your opponent is me!"
Arthur quickly rushed to meet the man in black trench coat who was rushing over. With a gentle wave of his palm, several sharp blades condensed by ice rain quickly formed in the air.
He sneered and shook his right hand violently.
Whoosh whoosh!
The sharp blades pierced the air and attacked the man in black trench coat one after another.
The man in the black trench coat frowned slightly and instinctively made evasive movements, but he obviously underestimated the flying speed of Ice Blade and was about to be hit.
Suddenly, another person dressed similarly arrived from another direction.
He waved his palm vigorously and launched an attack from a distance.
Spirit Piercing!
Arthur stumbled suddenly and almost fell down.
Ice Blade lost control and fell to the ground with a clang.
The man in black trench coat secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly seized the opportunity to raise his gun and shoot.
"Bang bang bang!"
Arthur stood up in a hurry, holding his hands on his chest.
Ice Shield!
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The bullet hit the mirror-smooth Ice Shield, barely creating a few cracks.
The next two bullets hit the same place one after another, but they could only shatter Ice Shield and were unable to harm the people behind.
Arthur snorted coldly, and while quickly repairing Ice Shield, he once again summoned dozens of Wind Blade, flying towards the man in black trench coat in two directions.
The man in the black trench coat waved his right hand again.
Spirit Piercing!
Arthur's body shook violently several times and fell to the ground.
At the same time, Wind Blade suddenly collapsed.
Two men in black trench coats ran wildly and met where Arthur passed out.
"Leave it to me." The man in the black trench coat who came later was obviously of higher status and ordered his colleague, "You go control the situation inside."
The man in black trench coat wielding a pistol nodded and quickly ran towards Factory.
But soon, he ran back again.
The expression of the man in black trench coat who had just handcuffed Arthur changed:
"There's no way to control it anymore?"