I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 227 Inner Conflict

Edward opened his mouth to explain: "At least that's what the priests told us. Whether it's St. Peter, the Holy Church or the Cross, the priests of each sect say the same thing. We are a group of poor people who are suffering from heaven's punishment."

"You didn't answer my question directly. If he is burned to ashes, will the pain end?"

Edward looked down at the boy, and in the end he still just shrugged. "Some people say that if we are burned, or our heads are chopped off, or our bodies are completely destroyed, then we will cease to exist.

But some people say that the souls and bodies of New Orlando people are separated. Even if the body disappears, the pain of life will continue, and we will become the pain itself.

They believe that we will become an unconscious form floating around the world, feeling nothing but extreme pain.

Obviously neither statement is exciting news, so I must do everything I can to protect the integrity of my body."

"So that's it." Mordred replied softly, imitating the other person's tone.

"I understand." He turned his head and finally mustered up the courage to face the disabled boy.

A series of shocking wounds stared at him coldly, scarlet liquid slowly seeping out from them. And the turbid blood looked like a pool of stagnant water coagulated in the blood vessels.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill spread throughout his body. Mordred held his chest and exclaimed: "Damn it, I don't have a heartbeat!" This was the first time he realized this fact.

Edward looked at Mordred expressionlessly, as if he had just said something extremely stupid. "Oakley, I have warned you long ago, you are already a dead man."

——

They did not intend to burn the boy, not only because they lacked the tools to start a fire, but also because Edward forbade Mordred from doing so.

"We can't make this decision. What if he really has no soul?"

"What if after we burn his body, he really no longer exists?

You know, for many people, they would rather live in pain than die quietly."

In this way, they decided to abandon the child and let him lie there and linger.

Edward made this decision easily. Mordred hesitated for a moment, but besides agreeing, he really couldn't think of any other way.

However, at this moment, he felt that the erosion of guilt was far greater than the pain in his toes.

"Well, we'll meet again by fate." Edward obviously didn't care whether Mordred would continue to follow him, so he turned around and walked in another direction.

"Wait for me." Mordred quickly followed.

"Oakley, there's nothing good you can do by following me." Edward said unhurriedly, and his pace quickened a bit.

The incomplete wall was swaying and moving backwards. If we walked at this speed, we would be able to walk out of this long and narrow alley in less than half a minute.

Mordred ignored the other person's words and followed closely behind Edward. He noticed that the man was half a head taller than him. According to his estimation, the height should be about 1.9 meters.

"Having a companion is always better than being alone, not to mention this guy looks much stronger than me." Mordred stared at Edward's broad and strong back and licked his lips with envy.

Edward stopped suddenly and stared at a gray stain on the wall.

"Oakley, look at this."

After hearing this, Mordred took a closer look and saw that it was just a stain the size of a fingernail, and there was nothing strange about it at all.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked with confusion on his face.

"It's not just the people of New Orlando who are cursed, this city is also cursed." Edward said while rubbing the edge of the stain with his broad palm.

"I know this." Mordred nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "You mean, not only us, but also the buildings in this city are cursed."

"In other words, this city will never be destroyed?"

"Haha, you are very smart." Edward showed a satisfied smile.

Mordred was about to say something when he saw the other party turn around and start walking back along the way they came.

"Alleys are much more hidden than streets. Don't go out until dark."

Looking at the steps of the tulip man, Mordred tried to organize his thoughts. As a prince, he has been receiving training related to politics and history since he can remember. Years of education have given him the ability to make quick decisions.

Although it didn't have much to do with what he was doing now, he decided to trust Edward. It was better to have a companion than to act alone.

The expression of this tulip man contains an approachable quality. Even though he is burdened with many pessimistic emotions and is as thick as mud on the ground, he still has Mordred's indescribable charm.

It wasn't just Edward's cool head or his calm demeanor.

Mordred noticed the way he looked at the poor boy. Even though Edward said he had long accepted this reality, his eyes betrayed him at that moment. This tall and burly man would still feel pity for the weak.

Heart.

Edward returned to the steps where he had rested before and sat down again. Mordred took a deep breath and stood in front of the man with determination and expectation.

Edward glanced at him expressionlessly. "What's wrong?"

"I need your help, Edward," Mordred said, crouching on the edge of the steps.

Edward snorted contemptuously and said, "This is New Orlando, Oakley."

"You may not understand the situation yet. There is no such thing as help here. As you can see, there are only a group of people who are going crazy with pain and a group of people who are about to go crazy with pain. Other than that, you are looking for everything.

Less than.”

"Is this really the case? I assume you are also looking for a way to escape from New Orlando City?"

A strange light flashed in Edward's eyes, and he was silent for a few seconds.

"Too bad you asked the wrong person, Oakley."

"No, you are the only person here who is sane and has not attacked me." Mordred said firmly. "Your actions are obviously more convincing than your words."

"Yes, I did not hurt you, but don't get me wrong. The reason why I am so kind is just because I think you have nothing to grab."

Mordred flinched a little. He didn't understand the green-haired guy in front of him, but there were only two choices before him: one was to find a way to reach a consensus with this burly man, and the other was to fight against him on his own.

The fall of the whole city.

(End of chapter)