Chapter 71 Treat, Behead, Accept as a Dog
It turned out to be impossible to get someone to sign their name in the slave column of a slave contract.
Especially when this group of people are gang members who rely on collecting protection fees and their main business is extortion for a living.
Inside the closed church, upon hearing that Gular wanted them to sign a slave contract, the members of the Key of Wind Erosion drew their weapons without any brotherly loyalty and launched an attack on Gular's master, Mo Cheng.
But is this possible?
Absolutely not!
The heavy and substantial pressure pressed everyone to the ground, forcing them to kneel on their knees, with only their heads raised to look up at the standing figure.
"Ignorant, impulsive, even weak."
Mo Cheng didn't even look at them. The Bible in his hand was much more interesting than these idiots kneeling on the ground. The pure holy light shone, but it didn't bring anyone a warm feeling. Instead, it felt a biting cold, like the brilliance of steel.
"You don't believe in God, you don't believe in fate, you only believe in the swords and force in your own hands. But why... when I, who am stronger than you, ask you to become slaves, you are so foolish to resist me?"
"Foolish thing, don't you know this is a rare mercy?"
The holy and cold light drove the kneeling people into darkness.
There seemed to be something hidden in the darkness, something that brought them infinite fear. These people were not afraid of the darkness, and even did some robbery in the darkness.
For them, darkness is a natural cover.
But this time, the darkness rejected them. They were like little white rabbits lost in a wolf's den, with an innate fear sweeping over them.
That was a warning from the population in order to keep their bloodline alive. They were warning with all their might: Leave here, run away, don't be hostile, kneel down and crawl...
The light was as cold as steel, and the darkness refused to allow them to enter. At the same time, this group of people felt as if a ferocious beast had opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp fangs were rubbing against their skin, leaving bloody marks.
They could feel the hot and wet breath, the strong tongue licking their bodies, and even the empty stomach moving...
It's hungry!
Infinite fear devoured the hearts of this group of people. During the day, Mo Cheng could not induce fear just by approaching like he could at night. However, it was easy for him to artificially create a dark area in the church and trap these powerless gang members in a hellish cycle of fear.
Pierced, torn, dismembered, devoured...
Every way of death that the body can endure and every torture that the brain can think of are severely tormenting the spirit and even the soul of the gang members.
The consciousness can no longer control the body, and the body also resists the orders given by the consciousness, screaming, defecating, and self-harming. They have no choice but to feel the madness brought by the body.
Finally, some people could not bear the horrible pain any more, and bit their thumbs and pressed their fingerprints on the slave contract the moment they were able to move.
When the first one was made, the next thing was to see who could put their fingerprint on the slave contract the fastest.
Mo Cheng withdrew his pressure and slowly picked up the slave contract that Gulard handed over respectfully. "It would have been better if we had done this earlier."
The contract has come into effect, and Mo Cheng has completely taken control of the lives of these people.
Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Mo Cheng couldn't help but shake his head, "What a bunch of trash."
They are indeed trash. Except for Gulard himself who is at the fourth level of strength, the others are only at the second or third level. Not to mention Fairhaven, it is difficult for them to even occupy a good spot in the slums to collect protection fees.
Otherwise, the blackmail would not have reached the Albert House.
"My mind tells me that you are a bunch of useless trash, but my emotions tell me that I have spent so much time and effort to kill you, and I have wasted the money from the slave contract."
Mo Cheng tilted his head and said, "Tell me, how should I deal with you bunch of garbage?"
"We can take down all the nearby streets."
Gulard, who had been silent, spoke up. There was a reason why he was called "Smart Gulard". He quickly recalled the reports on Albert's House from his subordinates in the past few days, as well as the scenes that flashed by before he came in.
Although it was unclear what the Albert House was doing specifically, Gulard had found his own suitable position, a position where he would not be treated as trash and killed at will.
"The gangs in the two nearby streets are the Fangs of the Sand Lizards. They are about the same strength as us. We can defeat them, and then place spies in these streets to eliminate the possibility that someone wants to investigate."
Yes, Gulard could understand why his group of people did not die last night. It was because the environment of Fairhaven protected them, and it was because Priest Mo Cheng did not want others to notice Albert's House.
Therefore, if they don't want to be cleared out like trash, they have no choice but to cater to Mo Cheng's ideas and cover up the abnormality of Albert's House.
"Well, it seems I have to take back my evaluation of you. At least you are still somewhat useful, Gurad."
It was good news for Mo Cheng that his subordinates were not completely fools. For a group of gang members who had once blackmailed him, if these guys had no idea what he wanted them to do when they came in, then Mo Cheng would have to waste a slave contract and control them to launch a death charge against the largest gang nearby.
If you die in a gang feud, you don't need to worry about law enforcement coming to investigate.
"Then accept my reward!"
The figure disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had grabbed Gulade's neck and lifted him up. Then the fire element and holy light mixed together, burning all unclean holy flames from the inside out, completely burning Gulade.
Holy flames were emanating from his facial features and even his pores. Pain that could not be expressed in words burned his body, but Gulard could not scream, not even a sound.
The organs used for vocalization were burned dozens of times by the holy flame. The body was constantly burned and regenerated by the power of the holy light.
With each regeneration, the body would be alienated and strengthened under the baptism of holy light, and at the same time, the firepower would be increased, bringing greater pain.
Every moment seemed like hell, and every instant was stretched to be as long as a year or ten years.
Although no sound was made, through the firelight, Gulard's distorted and speechless face told everyone how painful and desperate he was at the moment.
Gulard hated why time had no end, why he still had feelings, and why he hadn't died yet.
Finally, when his consciousness had become as blurry as pure white, Guraid finally felt his own existence and the fact that he was still alive.
"Well, look at the power I give you."
