The lower part of the Blood's city always seems to be shrouded in the smell of blood and corpses, but there are some cities that are somewhat unusually clean and tidy.

For example, in the city in front of you, the ground here is not only clean, but the air smells of flowers, and most importantly, the smell of food in the city.

With a hint of weirdness, Esther and Anderson walked into the city, where the lower towns of the Bloodlines were connected to each other. But the tragedy that happened in the city next door last night did not make it to this interesting city.

"Here, it's weird. Anderson whispered.

"Too quiet, too clean, too tidy, and organized also needs a limit. This is obviously too much, and the expressions of these guys are just too serious. Esther frowned and said, "This is Renard's city." ”

"Reynard?" seems like a familiar name," Anderson said.

"It's a familiar name, and all of your cultivation methods and battle formation methods were established by Renard. He is the first knight in the strict sense of the word in this world, and knighthood began with him. There was no really strict definition of a knight before that. Esther said indifferently.

"How is that possible?" said Anderson in horror, "If he is the founder of knights, why is he not the god of knights?"

"Probably because he doesn't like to sit on the throne. East said indifferently: "However, he has not changed after all." ”

"You know him well?" asked Anderson, confused.

Esther didn't answer, but strode toward the lower town, and Anderson followed him for some reason.

When the two of them stepped into the city, countless magic patterns were activated. A huge torrent of information poured into a dimly lit room along the lines buried beneath the city. And there, two venomous snakes have been waiting for a long time.

"They were really powerful, and they slaughtered the entire lower city. Ralph looked at Frank, who was fiddling with the armrest of his chair, and said, "Of course, it has nothing to do with you, right?" ”

"Of course it has nothing to do with me, but I care more about it now. What was inside that body, before it was awakened again? Is it really a shell of the meaning of life, as you claim?" asked Frank.

"Who knows?" said Ralph nonchalantly, turning away as if he wasn't going to ignore Frank.

Frank smiled slightly, and began to look intently at the countless magic circles in front of him.

The two poisonous snakes who wanted to completely devour each other, at this time, patiently observed the situation in front of them like old friends who were tacit understanding.

The complicated data flow is still faithfully carrying countless information to the eyes of the two people, for the two to read and process.

And the original owner of this information walked in the city of the lower city of the blood clan without realizing it.

Anderson followed behind Easter, looking at the environment around him that was completely different from what he knew about the Blood City. and the residents who were neatly dressed and had almost the same expression on their faces.

If it weren't for the faces, you wouldn't even be able to tell what the difference between these people was.

Exactly the same activities, exactly the same clothes, the bloods in black light armor patrol the city according to the strict schedule. It was rigorous enough to put the most elite troops of the Holy See to shame.

But that's not all, everyone lives here in strict accordance with the rules and regulations.

Yes, survival.

This is the only adjective that Anderson can think of, not the so-called life, but the movement of a clay machine, barely maintaining a normal life. Mechanical life, forcibly keeping the city in its last state of existence.

It's a dead city, but he's alive.

Anderson's face changed from initial curiosity and interest to shock, horror, and finally numbness.

It's hard to stay alive in a place like this. Everything around is like a web made by a giant spider, forcibly sticking people to the web. Then grab into the city that works like a giant machine, and let you follow the city.

Man's self-will is exploited to the extreme, in exchange for absolute order.

Such a strange and chilling scene seemed strangely familiar to Anderson's eyes at this time.

This sense of familiarity finally reached its peak at noon.

About a third of the people slowly walked out of their respective positions. With a pace of solstice, I walked slowly into the cafeteria one by one along the road that had been fully calculated.

Different foods are then distributed according to each person's age.

Everyone is in order like a bunch of puppets, and they all eat the same way.

Same food, same sitting, same way of eating, if they have leftovers. Anderson was sure that the rice grains on the plates in front of him were also in the same direction.

The canteen is divided into men and women, and the distinction between men and women is clear.

Different costumes, a feeding area for children, a eating area for adults.

All of this is again a symmetrical structure, perfect symmetry. It is impossible to destroy, and it is difficult to destroy.

Anderson and Esther were as conspicuous as the night sun at this time, but none of the guards had the interest to come forward and communicate with the two, perhaps because of confidence, or maybe something else.

But what Anderson is certain about is that none of these guards were negligent in defense. Because the first time these guards saw the two of them, they all flicked the knight's sword on their bodies at an angle behind them.

This was to make it easier to draw their swords during battle, and Anderson was certain that the shiny crossbow in their hands must be in a state ready to be activated. That's why they keep putting their hands into their armor to adjust the springs to make sure there are no accidents when they fire.

This city, not a city.

It's more like a giant machine than a city.

A terrifying war machine, which can be turned into a bloody Shura battlefield at any time, mercilessly crushing an enemy ten times its absolute strength.

The order of terror, the reduction of the sense of personal existence, and the activities of all people in accordance with the order.

This is an army, an army dressed in the skin of ordinary residents, honest duty.

Because everything embodied here is the most important quality that a soldier must have. That's discipline, coordination, consistency.

Anderson was now fully aware of where the strange familiarity was coming from.

Here he had met the Holy See's holy warriors who had been trained since childhood.

It's the same horrific murder weapon like a puppet, and it's even more terrifying here than the Holy See.

"Is this the city of Renard you are talking about?" Anderson couldn't help but ask, his voice eerie in the silent cafeteria where there was only the constant sound of swallowing and chewing.

There was a crisp click, and Anderson knew it was the standard knight's bite with the pivot of his crossbow.

"It's Renard's property, but it's not Renard's city. Esther said calmly.

"This is the barracks of the First Knight, Renard!"

Swish!

All the soldiers of the Black-Clad Blood Clan rushed over in an instant, surrounding Esther and Anderson.

Then on the roof outside, there began to be a magical blood clan arming.

In just an instant, the perfect kill chain had locked Anderson and East in place.

Anderson's expression suddenly turned pale, and his hand reached into his robe.