Chapter 814 Perfect Society

When the night had not yet completely fallen and the day had not completely dissipated, at this moment of dawn and dusk, the townspeople gathered in the central square of the town, waiting for the priest's sermon.

Blogo easily found the location of the square, and his appearance directly attracted the attention of the surrounding townspeople. This town was originally unknown, and since it fell into the rift, its connection with the outside world has been further weakened.

In this closed town, the appearance of any stranger is extremely conspicuous. Even if Blogo wants to hide his whereabouts, it becomes difficult. Fortunately, he did not deliberately force it.

This time Blogo has a clear identity certificate, so he does not need to be sneaky. The weapons are also hidden in the suitcase. From the outside, it is just an ordinary survey toolbox.

After asking, Blogo roughly understood what happened in Graystone Town since the Decline Epidemic.

First, as Blogo knew, the earthquake changed the terrain and took the lives of many townspeople. Some wanted to leave, while others wanted to stay. It was not until about a month after the incident that several crimes occurred in Graystone Town.

"What happened?" Blogo asked curiously.

"Someone dug up the ruins, found the bodies of the dead, stripped them of their belongings, and buried the bodies in the conspicuous ruins."

When mentioning these things, the faces of the townspeople were full of disgust. Such blasphemous things could easily arouse people's anger.

"The sheriff investigated for several days, but there was no result, until... until the priest got involved."

When mentioning the priest, the eyes of the townspeople sparkled, and they excitedly told his legend.

"Another morning, the priest found the sheriff, and he said he had clues about the criminal, and then he took the sheriff to find the criminal... It was Gami, the damned Gami who committed such a crime." The townspeople gritted their teeth.

Blogo asked, "Has Jamie been judged?"

"Of course," the townspeople said, "He was judged by God."

God?

Blogo paid attention to this word. Obviously, the plot was somewhat different from what Blogo had guessed.

"The priest said that when Jamie committed a crime, he happened to be discovered by him, so he persuaded Jamie and influenced him. Jamie also chose to confess to him under the influence of the priest. He knew that he was deeply sinful, so he burned himself in the morning of that day, witnessed by the sheriff and others."

"Self-immolation?" Amy exclaimed.

She found it difficult to understand the changes before and after Jamie. People who can desecrate corpses must not be good people, but he was actually persuaded by a few words? Even said that he deeply repented of his crimes and chose to self-immolate?

Even if he was tried by law, he would be imprisoned for many years at most, which would not endanger his life at all, but he chose to die, and in such a cruel way.

Could it be that Jamie was originally a pious person, and doing such a thing was just a temporary obsession?

"He just solved a case, isn't he worthy of such respect?"

Berogo looked around, and more and more townspeople gathered here. It can be said that almost everyone in the town came here just to listen to the priest's sermon. What made Bologo even more uneasy was that almost everyone wore some holy objects related to faith.

It seemed that under the operation of the priest, the whole town was thrown into the arms of God.

"This is just the beginning of a series of miracles."

The eyes of the townspeople showed enthusiasm, and they patiently told Bologo about the great power of the priest. Bologo had seen too many such eyes, which were very similar to those fanatics who preached to newcomers.

The townspeople said, "Disasters lead to riots, and riots bring grief and crime. In addition to Gami desecrating corpses, many people took advantage of the chaos to do evil, which exhausted the sheriff. At this moment, the priest stood up. Under his persuasion, all the sinners confessed their sins and accepted the punishment."

Berogo felt uneasy, "What punishment?"

"Self-immolation, hanging, beheading... whatever."

When he said this, the townspeople couldn't help but tremble, not because of fear, but because of excitement, "No one forced them, they voluntarily confessed to the priest and voluntarily chose such a punishment."

The townspeople smiled proudly, "In the following months, under the grace of the priest, the order of Graystone Town reached perfection, and it became a paradise on earth where there is no crime."

"Because all criminals will take the initiative to confess and accept punishment in front of the priest." At this time, another townsperson interrupted the topic and said at the end of the sentence.

"It's not just the disappearance of crime," another person said, "The priest has worked hard to run this town. He opened up trade, built welfare projects, and made everyone live a good life."

The voices came one after another, and they all responded. Blogo looked around. There were men and women, old and young. Everyone was telling him about the greatness of the priest, and everyone had a smile from the heart on their face.

But Blogo couldn't empathize with them at all. He just felt uneasy and terrible.

Blogo held Amy's hand. In a corner where the townspeople couldn't see, the palms of the two people overlapped slightly. Under the power of the overlapping hearts, the two hearts resonated briefly.

"They deified the priest... or rather, the priest used some power we don't know to control the town and make himself a god in the hearts of the townspeople." Blogo's voice rang directly in Amy's mind.

Amy asked, "Do you want to report to the decision-making room?"

"No hurry, I want to see what the priest looks like."

Blogo held Amy's hand tightly, squeezed through the crowd, and walked forward. When the last ray of sunlight in the sky disappeared, countless torches rose around the square, and a dark figure walked up to the platform with steady steps, and the golden cross on his chest shone.

"Good evening, everyone."

The priest's voice was very calm and deep, with a reassuring feeling, as if facing him, you could put down all your guard.

Blogo looked at the priest's face. Unfortunately, the swaying firelight failed to illuminate the priest's entire face. Blogo could only see that he was wearing a pair of brown glasses. Except for the golden cross on his chest, this was his only appearance feature.

As always, the priest first opened the classics and followed his memory to see where he should start. Then he glanced at the townspeople, or believers, who came. Among them, the priest spotted Bolog and Aimu at a glance.

Under the operation of the priest, Graystone Town was divided into two areas, one large and one small. The large area was where the old townspeople lived, and it was also Graystone Town itself. The small area was a newly opened area outside Graystone Town, where a trading post was built, and a circle of living areas were born around the trading post.

No matter how closed Graystone Town was, it still needed to exchange materials with the outside world. The foreigners from the outside world could not stand the crazy worship of the priest by the townspeople of Graystone Town. For this reason, they only moved around the trading post and rarely went deep into the town, let alone participated in the sermons in the square.

Over time, the two areas, one large and one small, were divided into the new town and the old town by the townspeople. Under the leadership of the priest, the old town became a perfect society that eliminated crime, while the strangers in the new town only wanted to make money and didn't care about anything in the old town.

So when the priest saw Blogo for the first time, he regarded this stranger as a stranger from the new town. He felt a little comforted that everything he did was still fruitful.

First the old town, then the new town, and then the surrounding areas. The priest believed that under his leadership, all evil would be annihilated.

"Oh? We have two new guests today," the priest asked, "Are you also interested in faith?"

Blogo shook his head directly and said without hesitation, "Just curious."

The priest had a smile on his face. He didn't say much, just greeted Blogo, and then began his sermon.

The sermon didn't last too long and ended without any episodes in the middle, and there were no abnormalities.

Blogo had killed many cult leaders. These guys who had dropped out of prenatal education would always write some nonsense scriptures to deceive others. Blogo thought that the priest was also of this type, and he even made plans for the future.

For example, secretly attacking the priest, breaking his spine, and then interrogating him.

But when Blogo listened carefully to the content of the sermon, he found that it was just a very ordinary sermon, and even said that it was exactly the same as the scriptures circulating on the market.

Blogo did not believe in God, but Adele did. Whether in the war years or when he was released from prison, Blogo had heard her talk about these things a lot. Even if he did not believe, Blogo was more or less influenced by her.

In this way, this priest was unexpectedly normal, even upright.

He improved the public security of the town, made the crime rate infinitely close to zero, boosted the economy, and made sure that everyone in the town could have enough food...

Blogo seemed to have nothing to question him, but Blogo still found the problem.

The old town was so perfect, so perfect that it was like a paradise on earth, as if all people's desires were curbed and all evil thoughts were influenced.

Blogo knew that this was impossible. He never thought that people's desires could be curbed, nor that evil thoughts would be dispelled, unless there was another force threatening them and forcing them to become noble.

Thinking of this, Blogo couldn't help but smile. He really understood this part, just as he did.

It's easy to create a paradise on earth.

All you need is an absolute and unstoppable violence.

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The new town built around the trading post is small in scope, but it has all the basic living facilities. After realizing that something was wrong here, Blogo did not leave, but stayed there, looking for an opportunity to act.

After booking two rooms at the inn, Blogo simply packed himself up and prepared for the next action.

"Do you want to join me?" Blogo asked Amy.

"Of course," Amy said, "but if we act together, the target may be a bit too big."

Amy took off her clothes... There was nothing strange. Under the lapels, there was a second skin that was close to the body surface, like a black leather jacket.

In the dim light, Amy's body was like an elegant black silhouette, and the artistic arc divided the boundary between light and dark.

After a simple body movement, Amy then tied up her long hair. She paid attention to Blogo's reaction, but found that this guy was indifferent.

Amy was a little disappointed and sighed helplessly, "What are you going to do?"

"Go meet the priest and have a chat with him." Blogo said.

"You don't seem like a chatty person." In Amy's eyes, Blogo was always silent.

"That's true, but life is life and work is work," Blogo said seriously, "a person's words and deeds will inevitably reveal flaws."

"Yeah."

Amy agreed with Blogo. Blogo seemed slow, but you could trust him completely when it came to work.

Reaching out, Amy pressed Blogo's back. After a brief pause, her entire palm sank into Blogo's body, and the area where flesh and blood overlapped glowed.

Amy continued to move forward and completely drilled into Blogo's body. Under the blessing of the secret energy Heart Shadow, the two merged into one.

Blogo could clearly feel that there was something more in his body, like a cold snake crawling on his brain, and the blue halo illuminated his eyes, adding a bit of ghostliness to Blogo's already solemn temperament.

"Come to think of it, I don't know how strong we will be if we join forces now?" Amy said curiously.

Blogo slowed down his breathing, and his breath almost disappeared. When Blogo launched the ether shield, Amy also launched the ether shield. Under the double shield, Blogo's ether reaction completely disappeared, and even his own sense of existence became weak.

"Let's go."

Blogo muttered to himself, grabbed the suitcase, and he left the hotel directly like a silent ghost.

In order to communicate with the outside world, Graystone Town built an elevator along the cliff near the new town, and a return corridor clinging to one side. This scene is not unfamiliar. Qiushang Town in the Great Rift is also designed in this way.

Shortly after Blogo left, the elevator slowly landed in the dark, bringing another group of strangers to the new town, but these strangers did not bring any goods, and they did not look like they were doing trade.

He looked at the town with cold eyes, and vaguely, his breath was mixed with a disgusting bloody smell.

"Did they lose contact in this town?"

A deep voice sounded among the strangers, and they made way for him. A tall figure walked out of the crowd. His face was covered by a red hood, and the exposed skin had an inexplicable blood color.

"What happened?"