Chapter 766 - Physical Destruction (2/2)

He and Roland grew up together and he knew well Roland’s nature, which consisted of a strong desire for vengeance.

Since childhood, F6 had been in several group fights that were actually encouraged by Roland. It was only later, after reading more books, that Roland gradually came to understand a lot about ethics, which suppressed his nature. He became less argumentative.

But just because his nature was suppressed didn’t mean it went away.

Schuck inwardly wished Charles good luck before going into the mayor’s residence and continuing to talk to this uncle about the things he should be aware of in the game. Roland arrived at the entrance to the Church of Life just in time to bump into Charles, who was rushing out in his simple rebirth clothes.

Charles also saw him.

“Roland!”

Charles rushed up, yelling with red eyes.

He was so full of humiliation that he was almost about to explode on the spot.

Teleportation, head grabbing, and Thunder Palm.

The movement was extremely fluid, and in less than a second, there was another charred corpse on the ground.

Roland stepped over the charred corpse and continued inside the Church of Life.

The content creators who were in charge of the livestreaming in the back were shaking all over with excitement, and each of them shouted “Holy sh*t!” as they continued to catch up.

Roland arrived at the altar of the Church of Life just in time to see Charles climbing up from it. Another flurry of blows pinned Charles directly to the altar, electrocuting him into a charred corpse.

Then Roland grabbed Charles’s head and flung his corpse to the side.

He continued to wait at the altar.

Resurrection took time, and there was usually a thirty-second confirmation period.

Thirty seconds later, a sleeping figure appeared on the altar.

Roland didn’t hesitate to press his hand on it, electrocuting the man to charcoal and tossing him aside.

Thirty seconds later, a familiar figure appeared on the altar again.

“Roland, you motherf**ker!”

Half a second later, he turned into toast and was flung aside.

“I **** your mother.” A scorched corpse and thrown aside.

“Roland, you…”

Roland continued to toss the charred corpse aside expressionlessly. “Ah, If you’ve got it in you, really…”

The corpse was thrown to the side again.

The content creators next to him, each with their mouths wide open, didn’t know how to interpret the situation in front of them.

Many NPC priests in the Church of Life hurried over, and they all gulped in fear as they watched Roland throwing corpses aside one by one, as someone kept being resurrected on the altar.

“Kill me back to level zero if you can!”

He continued to turn into toast. “Keep going, come on.” The corpse was thrown aside.

“Don’t stop if you dare.”

Roland didn’t speak, still throwing corpses.

Seconds passed, and the entire sacred altar hall was filled with the smell of roasted meat and burned flesh.

In the corner next to it, there were black corpses piled as high as a small mountain.

The altar hall was usually relatively wide, but now these corpses stacked more than three meters high, and even took up most of the space.

How many charred corpses were there-seven hundred, or a thousand?

The content creators had already backed away uncontrollably. And the priests of life had even retreated completely outside, not daring to watch any further.

They didn’t want to get involved in the disputes of these undying monsters.

Tossing another charred corpse to the side, Roland took out a white hand towel from his Backpack and wiped his right hand.

At this time, Charles revived again and sat up.

His eyes were red and he was laughing madly while shouting, “Why don’t you kill me anymore, come on, go on, you don’t even dare to kill me when I’m just sitting here? Pui, you coward. If you are afraid, kneel down and call me father, do you hear me?”

“Already killed you back to level zero.” Roland grinned.

Charles froze.

Roland raised his left hand, and the white handkerchief just now covered Charles’s head, covering his entire face like a corpse-covering cloth.

Then he slowly walked out of the altar hall… Behind him, the crazy howls of Charles could be heard!

Like the twisted, unexplained roars of a psychopath before they had a fit.

And in the livestream, the comments became very odd.

There was little talk about the matter of Roland killing Charles back to level zero, only that some people were asking questions. “Roland now looks dark red, but does anyone really dare to go and kill him and steal his equipment? According to the principle that the chances of drops become higher with a red name, if Roland dies once, I reckon that the divine artifacts placed in his Backpack will fall out.”

“A wild boss is indeed a big temptation, but I don’t dare. I don’t want to be killed back to level zero.”

“I roughly calculated that if Roland were part of a dungeon, it’d probably be a nightmare level. What’s more, he has a floating city and can fly everywhere. The dungeon range would be the entire world, and once he uses guerrilla warfare, no one can kill him.”

“You guys are awesome, you actually want to kill Roland… like I wouldn’t do that, at most I would want to join the ranks of the Mages.”

“Oh, if you can’t beat them, join them. You, sir, are the finest fence-sitter.”

“I’m flattered.”

In any case, a video was made of Roland blocking the resurrection point to kill Charles back to level zero, and some people were even already planning to include it in the “chronicles” of the game. After all, it was a landmark event now.

It was a big deal, both for the game World of Falan itself and for the domestic gaming scene as a whole.

In games, killing someone back to level zero was all banter or bravado.

But Roland really killed someone back to level zero and was cold-faced, cool, and arrogant the whole time.

After exiting the Church of Life, Roland returned to the floating city and then flew over to the capital of Hollevin.

He found Antis. “What are you planning to do by flying the floating city over the capital?” said Antis with a look of difficulty and helplessness. “It is true that the king has now found a new lover, beautiful and capable of fighting. But please, will you leave him alone and stop stealing his women?” Roland curled his lips. “I need you to cut off your cooperation with Cornucopia, all of it, okay?”

“Okay, no problem.” Antis agreed without hesitation.

“No conditions?” Roland asked curiously.

“You don’t let that thing up there come down on us, that’s the best deal for all.” Antis pointed to the roof.

“I owe you one, then.” Roland smiled.

“Great deal.” Antis winked, raising the glass of fruit wine with excitement and taking a large sip.

After leaving Antis’s place, Roland went to the Association of Mages to get them involved in commercial competition against Cornucopia. He went to the Guild of Bards and asked them to launch a campaign against Cornucopia. Then he went to the Assassin’s Guild and offered 500 gold coins to assassinate all the senior members of Cornucopia.

At a price of one gold coin per head.

The task was over when they got the heads of 500 people from the top brass of Cornucopia.

The Assassins Guild excitedly took this big order on, while promising to give Roland, a great quality customer, a discount. They decided to cut off a hundred more heads.

Roland smiled. He didn’t believe that Cornucopia would be able to go on with this many deaths.