Chapter 119 Level 1 Position: Ansu, Minister of Restore Department!
At first, no one cared about this chaos. It was just a restorer, a melee, a sacrifice, and the destruction of a street, until this chaos became closely related to everyone.
Chaotic border.
Farol.
Also known as the 'Glorious City of Freedom'
Bathed in the watery moonlight, Farol carries with it a steely beauty and prosperity.
Messy streets, glaring neon lights, slums, no trees, replaced by wildly growing steel bars, and a magnificent building covering it all - the City Hall.
It has existed for five hundred years since the Battle of the Fiery Hell.
Farol, a city in ruins, was indeed a free city, but it was slowly changing.
Although Farol nominally belongs to the Kingdom of Chaos, the city government is governed independently.
Bureaucrats monopolize the superstructure of Farol. Under the shadow of the prosperous town hall are countless wild and slum streets. Under the appearance of freedom are imprisoned classes and citizens.
In a solidified city, the so-called freedom is just a fabricated false hope, which seems to be within reach and makes people rush for it regardless of their own safety.
Outsiders flocked into the city hall like crazy, as if this could change their fate and climb to the top of the City of Glory.
But the vast majority of dream chasers get the so-called "third-level positions" in the civil service, live a mediocre life, and even their deaths are manipulated by bureaucrats, becoming fodder for Farol's wild growth.
They have no talent and no background. They were not born in the imperial capital like the vampire nobles, nor were 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.
Either become a blood bag of a vampire, or become the work of a legislator, or be expelled by tools.
Dead freedom and order disguised as chaos - this is the current situation in Farol.
The solidified class can no longer be changed.
"Let's burn this city to ashes."
Until that boy appeared.
He was definitely not from Farol. The people here were not as friendly and touching as he was. They were all lifeless and gloomy.
Some speculated that he was from the imperial capital, some said that he was the Son of God trained by the Chaos Church, and some said that he was the Chosen One sent by the Mother Goddess of Chaos - but no matter which possibility it was, it no longer mattered.
He brought new hope, no longer a false and vague illusion, but a real future; a future that was within their reach even if it was as insignificant as their third-level positions! Chaos, chaos, only chaos!
Let's burn this city to ashes! Now that everything is solidified, let's turn it all to ashes, and then be reborn from the ashes! Chaos is the ladder to rise! Excitement.
The only thing on everyone's mind was excitement, and they felt crazy because of the excitement.
They answered and made calls enthusiastically, greeted the other party's family enthusiastically, and considerately left the name of another person who reviewed a bad review. The reply wizards have never loved their job so much.
regret.
Luo Jia's only thought was regret.
Luojia looked at Ansu's happy and satisfied smile as he served the citizens, and glanced at the reply hall where people were dancing and xylophones were taking off. She regretted supporting Ansu.
The little saint had never been so upset.
Now they are working together to defraud.
Although she wanted to learn to be a little bad, she didn't want to go to this extent!
Boom——
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of an explosion outside, flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke rolled up; the conflict took place on Nightmare Street, where the Lizardmen and Dragonmen were fighting each other, they spewed flames at each other, and the flowing sea of fire spread outward along the block, covering several buildings. The two races had a long-standing grudge, and the restoration warlock's insults and provocations were just the fuse.
The switch Anzu pressed had set off an avalanche of chain reactions.
There were more than a hundred reply wizards in the entire reply hall, replying to all of Farol's negative street reviews.
Luo Jia looked out the glass window and saw that the fire was growing bigger and bigger.
The Chaos Cultists were even happier. The more chaotic the situation was, the happier they were. They had just watched the great battle on Hell Street and had not expected to encounter new chaos so soon, so they hurried to watch.
Journalists also rushed to report happily, hoping to grab a headline.
The contradictions at the bottom of Farol have long been accumulated to the extreme, including the contradictions between races and between classes.
Like a pile of firewood that can be ignited at any time.
However, the city government has always diverted its attention and released citizens' dissatisfaction through various means.
An Su just lit a fire on the pile of firewood.
Soon, the second riot broke out.
In the slums further away from Nightmare Street, flames shot up into the sky once again.
"Is today the New Year?" Many Chaos Cult members had this thought in their minds.
Just something new to watch.
They wished for more chaos! The third, fourth, and fifth riots broke out one after another. Thick smoke billowed like a flock of billions of black crows, circling over the city. Saltpeter and ashes were their feathers. The fire spread further and the chaos escalated further.
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Screams and cheers are endless, and blood and death have ignited the emotions of every chaotic citizen.
A series of avalanches formed.
Even many chaotic people in the neighborhood spontaneously joined the chaotic carnival before waiting for the restoration warlock to instigate them.
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'Other streets are so busy, but our neighborhood is so deserted. Isn't it embarrassing?'
'Practice!'
Gangs were fighting in the streets, dark elves were roaming the streets, breaking into stores to shop under the light of fire,
The biochemical people also took advantage of the chaos, and fired their guns like dragons one after another, quietly attacking the back door of the dark elves, in order to expand their own group, and the biochemical virus spread wildly among the crowd.
Some cyborgs accidentally attacked the volcano demon and became delicious roast chickens.
There is a bright future for all races.
When the chaos expands to a certain threshold, even the recovery warlock is no longer needed, and the citizens spontaneously join in the chaotic carnival.
"confusion!"
"confusion!"
"confusion!"
They shouted wildly.
"Burn everything to ashes!"
Luo Jia watched as the wyvern, trailing dragon smoke, crashed straight into another municipal building, causing a series of explosions. He also saw the group of goblins gathered outside the government building, banging on the government gate again and again. The Imperial Capital Embassy had been surrounded by demons, who were throwing fire bombs into it one after another.
The steel buildings collapsed with a loud bang, and the flames of the successive explosions looked like a series of fireworks and firecrackers from a distance, crackling and noisy, announcing the arrival of the New Year, and people were all in high spirits.
Nightmare Street, Death Alley, Joy Square. More and more streets have become ruins!
And 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 celestial messenger came to my ears.
【Ansu Morningstar】
[.Your fucking promotion notice has arrived]
(End of this chapter)