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It was still dark, and the icy drizzle had disappeared and was replaced by a thickening fog. The fog was so thick that it flooded almost the entire Lower Town.

Until now, the lower town has not been cleared.

Once lost, after being attacked by demons, a large number of sea evils are still entrenched here, and even brought many parasitic demons, and the pollution level has skyrocketed.

Even in some key polluted places, it seems to have become a magic realm.

This is a plaque that lives on top of Avalon, and if it is not clear, it will surely develop into a fatal tumor in the future.

The Knights of the Round Table led the Garrison Legion on a sleepless journey, hundreds of tons of burning coals were distributed in the hands of the detachments in iron wagons, and when equipped on the 'showers', they turned into a splattering flame, burning the demons and the nest to ashes.

A fire rises in the distant sky.

But there are still places where it is still dark.

In Downtown, anyone understands one thing: take care of your own business.

Sometimes, if the army doesn't clean up, then it has to come on its own.

And if it involves vital interests and fatal issues, the efficiency of these people is faster.

The first to open up was the hidden port that was the favorite of smugglers, and after only half a day of falling, it was recaptured.

After the musicians had washed everything on the water by the flames, the whole harbor was clean and tidy, and the air was filled with a reassuring smell of smoke, pungent and warm, and there was no fishy smell.

And in the dim and dense fog, in the harbor, someone held up the wind lantern and looked out.

"Today's last shift. ”

Conrad, a former captain from Asgard, sat on the icy steps, smoking a low-quality cigar and watching the blurred silhouette approaching in the distance.

He is now a recruited thug, with the killing skills he has honed in the army, and a tenacious mind, he is quite appreciated by the gang, and he has come here with dozens of strong men who are temporary cameo porters, waiting for dispatch.

After a busy afternoon, he had already moved three ships of cargo, and his hands were cramping with exhaustion. Seeing the last ship slowly approaching, he couldn't help but sigh: "This group of smugglers is really deadly, and they dare to run away at this time." ”

The thin man under him smiled, "If I had a boat, I would dare to run."

Weapons, food, spirits...... Do you know how many times these scarce things have multiplied on the black market? You can't buy a pound of pork with the money you pay for gold.

Now that the rich people have gone mad, whoever can bring what they want at this time is a lovelier person than the group of saving angels of the Inquisition last night.

I just calculated that if I go this way, I will have more than 20 times the profit I used to make......"

Seeing the blank expressions of the group of people next to him, he took a sip, gestured his fingers, and said a conservative number, and in an instant, everyone's eyes turned green.

"You think this is a big head? Not yet!" the thin man lowered his voice: "Bringing things is just incidental, do you know how much money you have to charge for taking someone away? People don't want paper money, not even a bill of exchange from the Order, just green gold!"

The porters who had gathered together were dumbfounded and made noises.

Not far away, the man in charge frowned, glared at Conrad, who was in charge, and motioned for him to take care of his subordinates, don't shut up.

As if hearing his voice, the young man beside him smiled.

"It's a very energetic young man, it's good, at least it doesn't feel lifeless. ”

The steward wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled: "It's all a group of black necks who don't understand the rules, you just don't feel annoyed." ”

The young man shook his head, did not answer, just stared at the smuggling ship approaching in the distance.

The steward carried a wind lamp to illuminate him, illuminating the thin blanket on his knees to protect him from the cold, and the thin blanket with a latticework outlining the two slightly shrunken legs.

I just accidentally glanced at it, and my eyes seemed to be burned by a soldering iron, and I didn't dare to look at it again.

In the dim light, the young man's face was handsome like that of a girl, sitting in a wheelchair, quiet. Fingers tapped lightly on the back of the chair, but no sound was heard.

The quiet pupils were iron-gray.

It's like steel that burns red and then cools.

"Sir, something is not right. ”

At the very front of the dock, the rickety man waving the wind lamp frowned, "There is no signal over there." ”

The smuggling ship was still approaching, and those with good eyes could already see the peeling paint on the bow, but the whole ship was dead silent, there was no signal, and no sound could be heard.

"Mr. Watson, let me get you out of here. The man in charge bent down, thinking of the possible consequences, and his face turned a little pale: "The situation is not good." ”

"It's not a big deal, just get your people ready. ”

Watson's chin was pulled up with his palm, and he stared sideways at the boat drifting in the quiet current: "Let the musician go over and take a look...... Be careful, there are a lot of valuable things on board, don't let everyone run in vain. ”

The last sentence seemed like a joke, but no one dared to laugh when he said it so seriously.

Soon, a bloated and fat musician rose into the air, crossed a short distance, landed on the deck, and then, bent over, vomited. The snakes in his chest swam out of his mouth one by one, and soon, scattering in all directions, penetrating everywhere, diving into the cabin, began to investigate.

It was only soon that the musician's expression became confused, and after repeated checks, he gave a signal.

Safe.

The returning musician bent down and whispered in Watson's ear: "The stuff is still in the bottom warehouse, but there is no one, and there is no smell of blood." ”

"Well, let's go. ”

Watson nodded, turning his wheelchair around.

The person next to him was stunned for a moment: "Go?"

"Anyway, there are no living people looking for us to collect money, so let's throw all these things here. Watson said lightly, "Do you plan to move things back home knowing that there is something weird?"

Everyone swallowed and spit, and looked back at the dead smuggling ship, their eyes were full of reluctance, but when they felt the strange aura around them, they couldn't help but shiver.

Hearing the order from above, the people below were stunned for a moment, then reacted, threw away the prepared crowbars, forklifts and other tools, and prepared to leave.

"Say don't want it?"

Conrad, who was smoking on the shore, gasped, and the people above were not pity, but he couldn't help but feel distressed.

But looking at the black hole ship, he couldn't help jumping wildly without knowing why, and a huge chill rushed up his spine, making him snuff out the little distress in his heart, and finally felt strange.

You can earn as much money as you want, and you can grab it if it's a big deal.

But there is only one life.

"What are you doing in a daze? ”

He took the cigar off his lips and threw it into the water below the steps, pulling his legs and walking away. The red-hot cigar arced through the air, piercing through the mist and falling into the water.

The moment it was extinguished, it seemed to illuminate a face.

For a moment, Condra felt dazzled.

In the next moment, the dead sea water was suddenly broken.

The demon lurking beneath the sea swooped down suddenly, with splashes of cold water droplets and a thick fishy aura, incredibly fast, and in just an instant, it overwhelmed him. Two rows of sharp teeth splayed open and pressed down on his throat.

Quack.

The sound of a broken cervical vertebra sounded.

Blood splattered, and the broken head fell to the ground.

And the screams one after another.

The originally dead sea suddenly boiled, and countless dark shadows emerged from it, breaking through the sea, crawling out, and rushing towards the harbor, searching for the breath of every living thing.

Unlike the original fish people who were used for feed and consumables, this time the demon became more and more eccentric, not with two feet, but with a long snake tail, with four arms on the shoulder, and there was no sign of ordinary demons slowing down after leaving the water, but relying on the snake tail to swim, the speed is incredible.

In just an instant, several thugs who were known for their ferocity were knocked down.

Those who reacted drew their swords and fought with the demons, but except for a few of them who had obviously served in the military or had undergone special training and training, the others could not support themselves.

Several musicians first protected Watson in the center, and then urged the movement to try to counterattack, but then heard a loud roar. The smuggling ship docked on the shore suddenly burst, the hull of the ship broke, and several huge demons like beasts crawled out of the crack, rushed to the harbor, and chose people to devour.

Through the cracks in the hull, the shredded crates inside could be seen.

Originally, it was self-evident where these things were hidden.

The things that came out of the crates were still multiplying and were covered in scales instead of hair. As if it had just been born, the previously wet and soft scales quickly hardened. Soon, the skull, covered with strange hair, made a strange crunch, and sharp horns grew from its forehead.

For these calve-like demons, killing enemies is far more important than hunting for flesh, and instead of seeing them nostalgic for the blood on the ground, they are full of aggression towards anything that can move.

Someone jumped on them and punctured their scales with strange force, but the parasites and acid that erupted from his stomach made him scream.

"This is not a natural demon. ”

Watson tapped the wheelchair's deputy, his brows slightly raised: "Natural evolution will not have this kind of targeting...... It's a breed bred by a black musician. ”

He seemed to understand something, and the corners of his mouth hooked up into a sneer.

The sound of birds flapping their wings sounded.

Under the wheelchair, it was as if a pigeon coop had been opened.

One, two...... Even countless cyan robins emerge from under their wheelchairs, take flight, let out a crisp chirp, and pounce on their prey.

It's just a bird, but it shines brightly in the dimness.

Their wings are not feathers, but flames!

Flames burned to an iron-blue hue engulfed their bodies, and the power of the Sons of the Phoenix implanted the devastating heat of the Path of Change into their beasts, and the hundreds of birds gathered into a torrent that swept through the harbor with a low sound that cut through all the noise.

In an instant, the situation was reversed.

"It's amazing. ”

The musician who was with him couldn't help but sigh softly. Such attainments are already amazing, and even their long-established musicians are far inferior.

Just looking at it, I feel ashamed.

But just as Watson was concentrating on controlling the huge flock of birds, a crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded from the ground.

The brick-and-stone earth suddenly arched.

Following the aether fluctuations on Watson's body, there was a demon that dive into the quagmire along the sea, and finally the demon hiding under the land suddenly came out of it, and pounced on Watson's face with a fishy wind.

Incredibly fast!

At that moment, everyone changed color, but they couldn't stop it.

In an instant, only cold light flashed through the sky.

In the wheelchair's cracked deputy, a slender dagger popped out, slashing through an iron-colored arc of light, falling into Watson's hand, stabbing down as his wrist reversed.

Like a meteor in a flash.

A mournful scream rang out.

The monster-like demon had been crucified to the ground, struggling with all its might.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Watson was impatient. Turning his head and looking into the shadows in the distance, "How long are you going to look there?"

In the shadows, someone scratched their faces in embarrassment, "Oops, was discovered?"

Watson glanced at him coldly and unceremoniously: "Take a hand." ”

"Okay. ”

In the shadows, the comer smiled and took a step forward.

The shattered wind lamp that fell to the ground illuminated the robe he had draped over his body, as well as his raised right hand.

The white index finger wiped a wisp of fire and pressed it against the pipe at the corner of his mouth. So, in the misty smoke, the pipe was lit.

The red tobacco leaves burned, like a fuse to the sky.

In the next moment, a terrifying light suddenly lit up in the pitch-black clouds, it was an angry thunder fire, burning the iron-black clouds into crimson.

Screams erupted, one after another.

Dozens of blazing flames pierced the sky and rained down from the sky, like a god casting a blade of punishment.

At the urging of the purification musicians, the stake was smashed to the ground, causing the earth to stumble and everyone stumble, almost unable to stand on their feet.

But then, a terrifying heat burst out, engulfing every demon with precision, pulling anything that exuded an alien aura into the terrifying karmic fire.

In the end, there was a dead silence, and only the sound of swallowing saliva remained.

The men with swords in their hands looked at each other, their faces illuminated by the dancing firelight.

In just an instant, all the demons disappeared, as if they had never been born, everything was destroyed in the flames, and the flames purified everything.

In the fierce light of the campfire, the hot wind curled up the white hair.

In the light smoke that dissipated, the young man in the purple robe tilted his head and looked at his few remaining friends, and smiled happily.

"Yo, Watson. ”

He said, "Long time no see. ”

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