I'm a villain, not a devil

"Dad, Mom, let's go, let's go!"

At the construction site of the Founding Fathers Statue, a child in his early teens was busy helping his parents untie the ropes.

This rope was tied around the waists of the two men, with one end tied to a pillar. It was not a very reliable method of restraint, but with the unparalleled power of the empire and the soldiers guarding the exit of the construction site, very few people dared to escape.

The problem is, they shouldn't have been tied up, and they didn't need to escape.

Unreasonable requisitioning, dizzying work intensity, and rewards that were read out three times a day but never seen: this is what the forced laborers have to face.

So, when their son appeared before their eyes, the couple couldn't believe it.

After being stunned for a while, the father grabbed his son and started to scold him: "You little bastard, are you crazy?! Did I ask you to hide?! Wait until mom and dad come back before running away?!"

The scolding was full of worry.

Children in the wasteland, especially those from poor families, are always precocious. How could they not understand their parents' painstaking efforts? He just pursed his lips and hurriedly untied the ropes for them.

"I'm asking you a question!" said the father anxiously.

The child then raised his head and said, "The city was in chaos... Uncle Liu next door followed a group of people to the city gate to protest, and I secretly followed them. Some people rushed to the city gate, and some turned around and rushed to the construction site. The imperial army killed many people, but the more they killed, the more chaos there was. It was impossible to control it."

The couple looked at each other in shock, and saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.

As he was speaking, an explosion was even heard outside!

The three members of the family all shrank their heads, and the child untied the rope faster: "Dad, Mom, let's run quickly. If we stay here, even if the tree people don't break into the city, you will be exhausted to death! I sneaked here from the small path, and the main force should be rushing in soon. Let's seize the opportunity and run!"

Holding the child behind him, the man stepped out of the tent and took a cautious look.

A group of laborers stopped working next to the statue, which had only a little work left to do. However, the supervisors around them no longer had the energy to whip them.

The gate of the construction site of the statue of the founding father of the nation was being attacked by a dense crowd of people.

And for some reason, there are not as many soldiers on the construction site as before, and they are almost unable to hold on.

Among the crowd attacking the gate, someone shouted loudly: "Brothers and sisters, come on! Those soldiers have gone to the city wall. The imperial capital can't hold on at all, and they can't hold on to us either! Bring your families out, we're leaving the city!"

"Get out of the city! Get out of the city!"

After repeated attacks, the remaining soldiers finally took action, but the fall of more than a dozen people only aroused the anger of these wasteland people.

"Boom--" All resources were invested in the construction of the statue. The frail construction site gate finally couldn't withstand the force of countless people and collapsed to the ground.

The crowd rushed in, and the scattered soldiers were quickly knocked to the ground. They were knocked to the ground one by one, and turned into meat paste with screams in the midst of countless trampling.

Seeing this, the man quickly retracted his head and looked at his son and wife. He pondered for a moment and gritted his teeth: "Let's go, son, let's go through the path you came from. No matter if it's soldiers or others, let's not conflict with anyone!"

"it is good!"

The family found the right opportunity and slipped into the alley. After walking a few steps, they heard footsteps beside them. When they turned around, they saw people who had also escaped from the construction site.

This trail was not a very hidden route, so it was normal for other people to know about it. The groups just looked at each other and nodded, then quickened their pace of escape.

After crawling out from a small dog hole one after another, several groups of people breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a terrifying voice erupted from the construction site on the other side of the wall. "Let's go, something must have happened at the city gate... Let's go take a look first. If we are directly dispersed, we will run away. If not, we can take advantage of the chaos there and leave through the sewer pipe."

The man was a sewer worker before entering the construction site, and his familiarity with various routes in the imperial capital far exceeded that of ordinary people.

The child nodded. After all, he was still a teenager, and couldn't help but boast in a low voice: "Dad, it's a good thing I'm smart, right? I went to find you right away."

The man also breathed a sigh of relief, and did not hesitate to praise his son: "This time, both mom and dad were saved by you. If they stayed in there any later, I'm afraid there would be big problems. You found this path very well, you are worthy of me..."

The man's voice caught in his throat.

The child was showing a smug smile, and when he heard his father stop talking, he couldn't help but turn his head and said with some dissatisfaction: "Dad, you are so annoying, why didn't you finish what you were going to say next."

Due to years of malnutrition, he is not tall, only reaching the height of his father's chest.

However, the reassuring warmth that my father had always brought with him disappeared, replaced by a strong iron smell.

The sharp tip of the knife protruded from his father's chest, and bright red blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto his face. It was very hot, and it seemed to burn several holes in his face.

"Hurry... go..." The man tried to stretch out his hand to block it, but the knife turned a circle quickly, causing blood to spurt out wildly, and then fell down like raindrops.

The woman screamed and tried to rush forward, but another knife brought her to a quicker end.

The child watched a round object fly into the sky and then fall down. The eyes that once looked at him with all kinds of tenderness were wide open, and the body that had given him countless hugs fell down like a torn sack.

The mother's head was smashed in a pool of father's blood, and her mouth seemed to be still buzzing.

"Walk……"

That's probably what she was going to say.

More screams were heard, and those who had followed them out were killed one after another. A man wearing an unknown Vatican robe walked out of the shadows.

The knife that pierced his father's chest was retracted, and the man in the papal robe looked past the boy at the dog hole that could be used for someone to crawl out.

"Dig it bigger so more people can see it," he ordered calmly.

"Yes."

Dig...bigger?

The boy opened his mouth, tears, snot and saliva streaming down his face, as if he was frozen in place.

Then, at the intersection ahead, a group of people wearing papal robes of different colors walked past.

The boy finally let out a heart-wrenching cry: "Pagans... There are pagans here!"

The people passing by are the Golden Dawn.

The man who should be at the bishop level heard the sound, he stopped and turned his head to look inside.

Then he frowned.

"Kill them faster, Your Majesty needs a large quantity."