At first, no one cared about this chaos. It was just a restoration warlock, a melee, a sacrifice, and the destruction of a street, until this chaos became closely related to everyone.
Chaos border.
Farol.
Also known as the 'Glory City of Freedom'
Bathed in the watery moonlight, Farol has a steely beauty and prosperity.
Messy streets, dazzling magic neon lights, slums, no trees, replaced by barbaric growth of steel bars, and the brilliant building covering it all - City Hall.
It has existed for five hundred years since the Battle of Hell.
Farol, which was full of waste and waiting for improvement, was indeed a city worthy of its name, but it was slowly changing.
Although Falore belongs to the Kingdom of Chaos in name, the city government is governed independently.
The bureaucracy monopolizes the upper structure of Falore. In the shadow of the bustling city hall, there are countless slum streets growing wildly. Under the appearance of freedom, there are imprisoned classes and citizens.
Luo Jia's only thought was regret.
He has brought new hope, which is no longer a false and vague illusion, but a real future; a future that is within reach even if it is as small as their third-level position!
Chaos, chaos, only chaos!
Either become a vampire's blood bag, or become a legislator's achievements, or be expelled by the tools.
The solidified hierarchy can no longer be changed.
In a city that has solidified, the so-called freedom is just a fabricated false hope, which seems to be within reach and makes people desperate.
This time the partnership cheated.
He is by no means a native of Falore. The people here are not as friendly and touching as he is. They are all lifeless and dull.
Outsiders poured into the city hall like crazy, as if this could change their destiny and climb to the top of the Glory City.
Although she wanted to learn to be a little bad, she didn't want to go to this extent!
They answered the phone enthusiastically, greeted each other's families eagerly, and thoughtfully left the name of another negative reviewer, replying that the warlocks had never loved their jobs so much.
Some people guessed that he came from the Imperial Capital, some said that he was the Holy Son trained by the Holy See of Chaos, and some said that he was the chosen one sent by the Mother Goddess of Chaos—but no matter which possibility it was, it was no longer important.
Let's burn this city to ashes!
Now that everything has been solidified, it will all turn into ashes and then be reborn among the ashes!
Chaos is the ladder to ascent!
excited.
regret.
The little saint has never been so upset.
They have no talent and no backing. They are not born in the imperial capital like the vampire nobles, nor are they favored by the mother goddess like the fairy legislators. Even the "Encyclopedia Tool Application Law" will not protect them, so they can never escape their fate.
Lifeless freedom and order masquerading as chaos—this is the current situation in Farol.
"Let's burn this city to ashes."
However, the vast majority of Dream Chasers got the so-called "third-level positions" in the public service and lived a mediocre life. Even their death was manipulated by the bureaucracy, and they became the feed for Falor's barbaric growth.
Luo Jia looked at Ansu's smile of pleasure and satisfaction in serving the citizens, and then glanced around the reply hall where the demons danced with xylophones and took off. She quite regretted giving such compliments to Ansu.
Everyone's only thought was excitement, and they felt crazy because of excitement.
Until that boy appeared.
Boom—
At this time, there was a sudden explosion sound outside, flames shot into the sky, and billowing smoke rolled up;
The conflict occurred on Nightmare Street. The lizardmen and dragonmen were fighting in one place. They were spraying flames at each other. The sea of fire spread along the block and covered several buildings. The two races had long-standing grievances. Well, replying to the warlock's insults and provocations was just the trigger.
The switch Ansu pressed had caused an avalanche of chain reactions.
In the entire reply hall, there are about a hundred reply warlocks, replying to all negative reviews of Farol.
Luo Jia looked out the glass window and saw that the fire was getting bigger and bigger.
The chaos cultists were happier. The more chaos there was, the happier they were. They had just watched the battle on Hell Street, but they didn't expect to encounter new chaos so soon, so they hurried to watch it.
News reporters also rushed to report happily, hoping to grab a headline. The contradictions at the bottom of Falore have long been accumulated to the extreme, the contradictions between races, and the contradictions between classes.
Like a pile of firewood that catches fire easily.
It's just that the city government has always diverted its attention and used various methods to release citizens' dissatisfaction.
Ansu just lit a fire for the pile of firewood.
Soon, the second riot occurred.
In the slums further away from Nightmare Street, fire shot into the sky again.
"Is today the Chinese New Year?" Many Chaos believers had this thought in their minds.
It’s good to have new fun to watch.
They wish they could be more chaotic!
The third, fourth, and fifth riots broke out one after another. The billowing smoke was like a flock of billions of black crows, hovering over the city. Saltpeter and ashes were the feathers they scattered. The fire spread further, and the chaos continued. In further upgrade.
[Nightmare Street negative review elimination rate is 10%, 20%]
Screams and cheers continued, and blood and death had ignited the emotions of every chaotic citizen.
A series of avalanches formed.
Even many of the chaotic gangsters in the neighborhood spontaneously joined in this chaotic carnival before they could respond to the warlock's instigation.
[Death Park negative review rate eliminated by 30%]
[Anledao negative review elimination rate is 40%]
'Other streets are so lively, but our neighborhood is so deserted. Wouldn't it be a loss of face? '
'Get some practice! '
Gang members are fighting in the streets.
Dark elves wandered on the streets, breaking into one store after another to shop under the firelight.
The biochemical people also took advantage of the chaos of the war, and one after another they shot out like dragons and quietly attacked the back door of the dark elves to expand their own group. The biochemical virus spread crazily among the crowd.
Some cyborgs accidentally attacked the volcano demon and turned into fragrant roast chicken.
All races have a bright future.
When the chaos expands to a certain threshold, there is no need to restore the warlock, and the citizens spontaneously join in this chaotic carnival.
"confusion!"
"confusion!"
"confusion!"
they shouted wildly.
"Burn everything to ashes!"
Luojia watched as the wyvern dragged the dragon smoke and crashed straight into another municipal building, triggering a series of explosions;
We also saw a group of goblins gathering outside the government building. They were banging against the government gate again and again. The imperial embassy had been surrounded by demons, throwing fire bombs one after another into it.
The buildings made of steel were collapsing, and the fires that exploded one after another looked like a series of fireworks from a distance, crackling and noisily announcing the arrival of the New Year. People were all beaming with joy.
Nightmare Street, Death Alley, Pleasure Square. More and more streets are in ruins!
The more people die, the faster Ansu will be promoted according to the rules of the border world.
At this time, the voice of the astral messenger came to my ears,
[Ansu Morningstad]
[.Your promotion notice is here]
(End of chapter)