Because it is located in the heart of the Ardennes Mountains, far from the flat and easily accessible plains, the all-out war between the demons and the devil has not yet affected here. And the plane war that started in the outside world also drove some demons who were unwilling to take risks to take refuge in the Dark Sun Latolemy, making this demon city more prosperous and restless than usual.

However, demonic prosperity is also synonymous with chaos and disorder.

When Moriarty crossed the outer stone barrier and entered the Dark Sun Ptolemy, he encountered three successive fights and fights between demons, all of which ended in brutal killings.

Especially for the third time, a group of demons who were fighting fiercely for some reason also inexplicably involved passers-by quite "coincidentally", and the result was naturally that all the little demons who were fighting were killed on the spot at the first time.

Looking at Moriarty, who was standing alone in a pile of headless corpses with one person and one sword, the other demons in the distance who were either watching the excitement or fighting instantly cooled down, and then they all turned around and left, not daring to stay in the sight of the terrifying "middle-level horned demon" for a moment.

Of course, no demon will dare to jump out and seek death after that. It seems that the threat of death is the most common and practical language that can bring the most chaotic races to order.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the fact that the demon's population base is really huge and the fecundity is good, otherwise there would be no need for a dimensional war, the devil only needs to stand by and watch, and it won't take a few years for the demon to digest itself because of the chaotic infighting."

Walking down the narrow, rugged and uneven streets of Dark Sun Ptolemy, Moriarty thought silently.

In fact, from a strategic point of view, this time the devil showed his sword to the devil, it was still too early and too hasty. If the number of demons could be increased by a few hundred years, the certainty of victory in the war would be much higher. And not as it is now, almost nothing.

But in any case, since the war has been torn apart, the devil has no way out. And after a dimensional battle, even if the demon can win in the end, it must be a great loss of vitality, and there is no more strength left to launch an invasion war against the large-land plane.

Thinking as he walked. Moriarty gradually moved into the center of the Ptolemaic city of Dark Sun.

But then he suddenly found that the demon fights that had filled the streets and alleys began to disappear rapidly. It's as if there's an invisible line separating the inside and the outside. Outside the line, hordes of imps are still arguing and fighting with each other; But in the line, no one dares to act casually, showing an order that is completely inconsistent with the characteristics of demons.

"This is..."

And just when Moriarty was still wondering about this strange change, suddenly, a group of humanoid scarab warriors walked out from the front and lined up. Straight towards him.

These humanoid beetles are all over three meters tall and walk upright on both feet, while being born with hard basal armor and a pair of sharp blades ranging from one to three pairs.

"Beetle Samurai!?"

Looking at these other creatures, Moriarty's heart immediately froze.

According to information provided by the Queen of Lies, these upright humanoid beetles are in fact some kind of metamorphosis of the demon Sandos, tasked with defending Dark Sun Ptolemy and communicating with other foreign demons.

Generally speaking, a humanoid beetle with a pair of bladed limbs has the same combat power as a fourth-level combat class. The two-pair is around level six, while the three-pair is somewhere between the mid-tier top and the high-tier.

So the patrol in front of me is composed of five "one pairs", two "two pairs" and one "three pairs". It was already a very powerful team, and it was no wonder that no little demon dared to make trouble in an area close to the center of the city, after all, from the appearance of these humanoid beetles, it was clear that they were definitely ruthless and ruthless.

Moreover, Moriarty also heard that in addition to the ordinary beetle warriors, there was a rare and more powerful "beetle warlock" in the Dark Sun Ptolemy. Enough to rival high-level demons. Therefore, any outsider who wants to make trouble in the central area of the city is afraid that he will only be suppressed on the spot.

Watching the group of beetle warriors walk towards him, Moriarty paused and remained silent. Fortunately, the "three pairs" led by him just stared at it with a huge compound eye. He continued to move forward with the patrol without stopping, passing by him.

"Strange..."

However, looking at the humanoid scarab that quickly passed in front of him, Moriarty frowned.

Because he found that although these beetles were also full of the characteristic smell of the Chaotic Force, their behavior and accident patterns were quite orderly. At least since he "dealed" with demons, Moriarty had never seen a demon who could march in a neat line, not a single one.

And even though it was only a cursory glance, Moriarty could already see that the body composition of the humanoid scarab beetle was completely different from that of the usual small demon or horned demon.

An exoskeleton composed entirely of methyl substance, which is not flesh and blood, but a coagulated substance similar to a semi-solid and semi-liquid, replaces the tentacle detection system of the mouth and nose... All of them show that these beetles are so different that they can hardly be called real demons.

"What is the origin of this Santos? Obviously he is not a demon, but he can blatantly engage in an 'independent kingdom' here. How could other demonic extremists tolerate such a thing? ”

From the perspective of a demigod, Moriarty could already be sure that the essential genes of these beetles had nothing to do with demons. But such an outsider can take over the territory of the Ptolemy in the dark and engage in de facto "self-governance", which is almost no different from the current devil's "flag-carrying rebellion".

It's a pity that there is no one in front of him who can answer the mystery for him, and Moriarty can only press the question in his heart first and continue to walk towards the city.

After a little more progress, the narrow and winding streets finally disappeared, and the crowded stone houses on both sides disappeared.

Ahead, instead of a flat place similar to a square, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, people are unaware of the wide view.

In the center of the square, there is a strange building about ten meters high, resembling an erected oval cocoon, made of some dark brown unknown material, which is unique and landmark in the entire dark Ptolemy.

Under the "insect cocoon" is a huge hole. From a distance, the mouth of the black hole is completely unknowable, like a large mouth that can devour a qiē.

That is the only entrance to the underground kingdom of Sandos, the "Wormhole Gate".

However, at this time, the square was full of busy scenes.

Uninterruptedly, one demon caravan after another brought a full load of various supplies to the square through the winding streets that connected the square from all directions.

Because the road is narrow, all the belongings are carried by slave-like little devils. Whether it is heavy ore or compressed flesh and blood, it is all transported by hand, which is extremely laborious.

And it seems that there has been a tacit understanding for a long time, when a team of little demons came to the square with goods on their backs, they did not stop, but continued directly to the wormhole under the strict supervision of the humanoid scarab. The whole scene seemed unusually busy and methodical.

When the little demons come out of the hole again, they will each hold a small white round egg in their hands.

The Demon Caravan Steward, who had been waiting anxiously at the entrance of the cave, would immediately step forward and carefully collect each round egg and store it in a bag with the function of freezing and keeping warm. Until all the episodes are over, the Demon Steward will quickly leave the square with the slave imp, but with a smile on his face.

"That's the 'Egg of Sandos'?"

Looking at the white round eggs that had been carefully gathered one by one, Moriarty's eyes were dark.

It is said that it was a special kind of egg, produced by the demon Sandos in an unknown way. Each egg weighs about two ounces, has a soft body, and has a milky serous heart that is very popular with demons. What's even more "deadly" is that the "Sandos Egg" also has the property of weakly promoting the evolution of ordinary demons. In other words, just by eating it, the demons below the extreme path can obtain a small proportion of the precious evolutionary power from this white worm egg. And this is an irresistible attraction for low, medium, and high level demons. Even if the facilitating effect of the "Sandos Egg" is very small for the high ranks, as long as there is a slight increase, no one will be too much.

It was with the uninterrupted production of eggs that the declining Dark Sun Ptolemy would regain its prosperity, transforming from a marginal mountain town into an important trading center.

In exchange for the "Egg of Sandos", those foreign demonic caravans would transport various ores and minerals and pressed concentrated flesh to Darksun Ptolemy as payment.

Legend has it that the condensed flesh was used to feed the many beetle descendants of the demon Sandos. After all, the daily consumption of beetle warriors alone is huge, not to mention how many other insects are hidden in the wormhole. As for the mineral ore, it was used by Sandos himself, and there were even rumors that the demon ate ore for a living, which is simply sensational.

"I was able to allow the little demon from outside to enter the wormhole directly, and I don't know if the demon Sandos was careless or confident? However, this is a good way to blend into the wormhole in advance. ”

After observing the edge of the square for a long time, Moriarty slowly turned and retreated.

About half an hour later, another team of small demon slaves, numbering nearly a hundred people, walked out of a street carrying heavy supplies, and then walked directly to the wormhole under the supervision of several beetle warriors.

And in the team, the little devil incarnated by Moriarty also lowered his head and followed suit. Although the sights and even tentacles of several beetle warriors scanned several times, they were all in vain.

A moment later, Moriarty was in front of the wormhole. (To be continued......)