The Whimsy left Junia and the others behind, leaving a trail of smoke and dust along the way. No one noticed Lulunaka and Gendina leaving, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't care—the behemoth in front of them, and the ruins beneath it, had taken their attention and energy. For Junia, this time the matter of clearing the monsters that emerged from the ground in various places and solving the disaster this time is over......

As Lulunaka told them, after the monsters at the top of the food chain were destroyed, the monsters who preferred to live underground returned to the places they fled from, and continued to live and multiply, as well as struggle. The most powerful end is gone, and it's time to decide who is the new top.

Lulunaka sat in front of the Whimsy, not driving the mules, and the two animals walked on the flat road as if they knew their way, heading northeast. Lulunaka was holding the book with the leather cover in her hand, and she was looking at it with relish. This leather book is not small, almost blocking most of her body, only the top of her head still pops out. She didn't take too many things with her, the center was still in the alchemy cauldron, as if it had formed a whole with the pot, and there were too many carapaces of the insect dragon, she couldn't take them all, and leaving most of them was in line with her plan, so she just took away a piece of the more essence, or cut it to fit the size to take away. Since she wants to build equipment for Junia, she will naturally not slack off, which is what a hero deserves. After all, it wasn't Luluna who saved the area, it was the perfect knight, she was just a guide.

Lunaka, who has been busy dealing with insect dragons for the past few days and has no time to read at all, finally got a happy time of her own for the time being. Books are interesting things for Lulunaka, a medium that is too backward for her, but for people nowadays, it's probably the most appropriate tool for acquiring knowledge and leaving some traces of their own.

Now Lulunaka is looking at it from several generations...... No, it could be a trace left by dozens of generations.

"Interesting method, to be crooked like this, can be regarded as a new way. Lulunaka flipped through the human skin book and muttered to herself, "But I didn't think about whether I could bear it as an individual, this is not the way of thinking that a person who does practical things should have, and the result is still outrageously wrong." ”

That being said, the people who wrote this are not unaware of this, and since it is difficult for the individual to bear it, there should be hope for the collective, right? Judging from the results, the insect people with countless eyes, each of which is a clan, are probably the work of the masterpiece, although it is really difficult to judge whether that thing is still a family inheritance. Those who can judge must have died hundreds of years ago.

In any case, this kind of achievement is indeed not in vain - if it weren't for Junia, they would probably have succeeded, at least they could occupy the underground and become a god, right? Unfortunately, without this kind of thing, the worm dragon would have been wiped out by Junia, and the worm people would have only been left with a piece of scum. In the end, nothing remained, except for a leather book that was still of some value. And this kind of "valuable" thing can't be thrown to others casually, this kind of evil thing, handed over to others, is probably the reappearance of worm dragons and worm people.

Lulunaka had no intention of giving this to someone else, it wasn't even worth selling, she wasn't an evil god who took pleasure in harming the world.

Lying on top of the carriage, Zhendina had nothing to do, and climbed to the edge and went down to Lulunaka, "What's so nice about that disgusting thing. When she saw the cover of the human skin, she had a look of disgust on her face. This thing is not an ordinary human skin book, the human skin cover, it is simply carefully selected, the person who wrote this book has no intention of concealing it at all, the flesh color and the fine pores on the surface, as if it has just been peeled off the human body, it is disgusting. When I first saw this human book, even people like Junia and Jessica, who had seen a lot of killing, couldn't control the disgust from the bottom of their hearts. As for the more immature Zhendina, she naturally doesn't have this room to spare, she feels that this kind of thing is much more disgusting than flesh and blood, and this feeling of carefully decorating terrifying and disgusting things is not comparable to the naked blood.

If True Dina felt discomfort, disgust, and disgust at this, then Lulunaka thought more about it here. To be able to make this cruelty and malice so delicate, it's almost like a work of art - of course, if Lulunaka finds someone to make this kind of art, it will still be disposed of. There must be a limit to unrestrainedness, and those who indulge like this are free, but if other people's blood becomes their tool, it is too ...... Wasted.

Lulunaka still prefers most of the potential possibilities to the madness of a small number of people, and if it weren't for that, she probably wouldn't have found someone as interesting as Junia to make him what she envisioned. Although this incident ended in failure, Junia was definitely not a loser - but what was going on in his heart, Lulunaka still understood, and he felt that he was a loser, which was another interesting part.

Lulunaka didn't answer Zhendina right away, remembering Junia's matter, and the smile on her face became even brighter. Although there will be times of frustration and anger, in the end, it is still more happy.

"Would you like to take a look?" Lulunaka held the book aloft as if she was about to throw it to Gentina. Zhendina showed a very disgusted and disgusted expression, "No, only a perverted old woman like you likes such disgusting things." ”

Lulunaka chuckled, completely unconcerned, "There's a lot of interesting stuff out there, don't you want to learn it? ”

"If I become that kind of bug, I might as well be a beast. Zhendina snorted, didn't bother with Lulunaka, and rolled back to the center of the roof.

Zhendina's reaction was in Lulunaka's expectation, "It's a pity, it seems that no one wants you at all." Lulunaka looked at the delicate human skin cover and touched it a few times, "It seems that no one will feel sorry for you if it burns, so let's just do it sometime...... But if you're like this, it will smell when it's baked, so let's deal with it in another way. ”