In the midst of blind worship, through the eyes of the Laughing Man, Sean Dickinson seemed to be able to see two alienated and stubborn figures. They stood outside the crowd and watched everything coldly.
A figure stood on the top of the building. It was Peter Barry before he went to the flight academy for further training. Barry had his soul swallowed by Pan.
He had dreamed of getting out of downtown. Make an appointment with your friends to transform the lower city together after they grow up, turning it into a prosperous and happy place.
Talot's henchman Pan stole his blueprints and instead used them to build a midnight paradise that imprisoned the children's ideals. Of the partners who stood with Peter Barry, only one Mike remained. Wearing the extinguished mask, he became a silent recaller.
Another figure stood outside the crowd. He was wearing a dark red shirt, his face was thin, his curly hair set off his fair skin, and he looked a little melancholy.
Wordsworth, who chose to refuse the "Stay Ritual" and walked out of Midnight Paradise, was cursed by Talot, and he drank in hatred and went crazy. And his best friend Bill is now standing next to the Laughing Man, breathing hard, not human.
The initiator of everything, the "King of Xiacheng District", is standing at the center of people's attention, enjoying people's love and admiration.
Under the human skin mask, he smiled. It is a laugh that mocks the world.
"Friends, love is good. But I'm afraid you are loving the wrong person." His voice was low and rumbling like thunder, interrupting the people who were fascinated by Tarot.
People turned around with surprised expressions and saw a guy wearing ugly human skin. Next to him were guys who were obviously parasitized by some ominous things - two monsters. They couldn't help showing disgusted expressions.
"Do you really know her? Do you know what she thinks of you?" The Laughing Man pointed directly at Taro, which made people's faces look sulky - not only did the madman not show the proper humility, , and even pointed his finger at God!
Sean naturally knew that the street scenes and people in the secret vault were just symbols, but the truth could interrupt everything that happened here.
"She is a philanthropist?" The Laughing Man pointed at Talo unyieldingly, the air became quiet, and the goddess of spring turned around expressionlessly, "Have you ever thought about something? -
"Isn't doing good deeds silently the true virtue? When did charity become a well-known, glamorous thing?"
Some people blinked, as if they didn't know how to answer this question.
"This is a corrupt era. An era that advocates indulgence and hoarding. Prosperity is corruption." The black cloak fluttered with the wind. "The machines are running, and coal-burning ships are traveling between continents. We are talking about the stock market, the international trading……
“There is more and more wealth in the world, but why do people remain poor?
"Is this a given?"
There were confused and uneasy expressions on people's faces. Some people were whispering to each other...
"What charity?! - All charities that live in such an era, ignore injustice, and never reflect on reality are all hypocritical!
"The money they pay you is just exploited from other people."
"The charity of capitalists is nothing more than a pastime for them after dinner!"
"Not only will you empty your pockets, but I also need your love -"
"That's what makes her fun!"
The sharp sword was unsheathed, like a sharp roar. The Laughing Man drew his sword, and Lady Hershey's divinity burned on it, as sharp as the words he had just spoken. The sound of the sword is endless, it is a sword of reproach.
Surrounded by the crowd, in the dilapidated streets that could not reflect her splendor, Ms. Talo blinked calmly.
"Very... sharp remarks." Tarot shrugged slightly, "It's a pity that roaring can't buy gold."
She looked at her people with pride in her eyes: "Everyone can curse this era, really. People wearing new suits at cocktail parties can also rant about the current social injustice.
“But don’t forget, God didn’t create this world—didn’t we shape this era together?
"What? You are in a lower position and don't have enough brains and skills to gain wealth, so you can deny it?"
Taro's momentum was not affected by the sharp sword at all: "Do you know what these poor people need?
"Is it your roar? - Don't be stupid!!
"They need money and supplies for the winter! They don't hate this era at all. What they dream about all day long is to get rich overnight and become a celebrity!
"No one is interested in hearing what you say!"
As if agreeing with what Taro said, people stood on the other side of the river bank, looking at the out-of-place Laughing Face and the host with strange eyes.
"Calm down your anger and listen to other people's voices." As if to persuade, Taro whispered. She extended a hand magnanimously, as if inviting the two weirdos to come closer.
The smiling man narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to have seen something.
A dandelion, as tiny as dust, floated in the wind past Taro's outstretched hand and towards herself.
The little dandelion is black. It floats over the straight-out sword of censure, like a black hot air balloon overlooking the rusty yellow earth.
The Laughing Man's pupils suddenly shrank, and an undetectable dandelion hit his cloak. In an instant, various branches, ferns, flowers, and moss bloomed like flames. But they are not phantoms at all. They can absorb the host's body as their own nutrients in an instant.
Spring bursts like fire on the cloak of the man in black. But the green "flame" only swallowed up the cloak filled with pudding.
The powerful black body had already flashed into the air in front of him, and the sharp sword was retracted, like a bow and arrow with its string fully drawn.
The Laughing Man's movements are extremely precise, using his body as if he were using a sophisticated machine. This was not an action that Sean could do. He temporarily gave control of his body to Olivia.
Overcoming the sea of surprised people, the Laughing Man swooped down in the air, getting closer and closer to Talo. From the hands that people stretched out to stop her, Olivia could already see the tip of the sword sinking into the goddess's chest.
As a result, the Laughing Man's upper limbs shot out like a mechanical spring, and with a fine thrust, the rusty yellow of the Sword of Blame was turned into an afterimage.
Gray figures surged up like a tide, and the rat-like people threw themselves on the emerald green, letting the sword tip pierce their bodies.
A sword pierced the air, Xiao En's heart trembled, he drove his heart forward, and the moonlight played a sword shadow, but it all struck the gray figure.
People panicked, and their bodies became one, like a huge and bulky animal entrenched in the street, defending Tarot regardless of their own safety. It’s as if she really is the “king” of Xiacheng District.
The Laughing Man fell into the crowd, and people rushed towards him like crazy. He took out a black long-barreled revolver from his side and pulled the trigger in the direction of the crowd.
As the crowds continued to move forward, the emerald green became looming, and the black ballistics roared, passing over people's heads, shoulders, and in front of their eyes...
