The darkness is forgiving, and he generously hides everything and bears all the infamy, as if the original sin of all this was because of him. But darkness does provide convenience for many hunters.

Anderson blocked Easter with a wry smile on his face, and at this time, there was still endless malice in the entire alley.

"Be careful. Anderson reminded in a low voice, "This place, I don't know why, is very weird. ”

"Don't think about it, this is Vincent's place. The Executioner, the world's first assassin to go head-to-head with a Berserker. Only his territory would raise so many stalkers with such a level of strength and still undisguised killing intent. Esther said with a wry smile.

"Assassin, head-to-head Berserker?" Anderson asked, surprised.

"Well, it seems like I'm still the one who did it. East said: "The so-called killer is the real killer with the consciousness that he must kill the opponent." But it seems that the talent tree after that was distorted by me. ”

"But even so, if an assassin defeats a berserker, that berserker is a bit of a waste. Anderson couldn't help but say.

"No, that guy ran into Vincent once and lost half of his life. And Vincent slashed nearly a thousand knives around him, and finally fought for a single blow to knock him down. Esther sighed, "But, Vincent, we don't need to deal with him at all." Just leave him a message and he'll check it out for himself. ”

"Thank you so much, we didn't need to stay here any longer. Anderson said with relief, "But how are we going to get through here?"

"Or are you giving me a godsend?" Anderson asked, "and I'll rush out with you?"

"It's better not to, not to alarm Vincent. East whispered, "My relationship with him doesn't seem to be very good. ”

Anderson glanced at Esther suspiciously, and continued to cautiously and slowly touch the front. But at this time, in Anderson's heart, the danger of this strange place has been completely equated with that city like a war weapon and a factory.

In every corner of the place, there was a heavy wheezing sound.

It was the whisper of a demon eager to harvest life, and Anderson was sure that if it weren't for the sword in his hand, it still had a certain threat connotation, and the aura around him was strongly hostile.

He would be torn apart in an instant by the hungry beasts.

But even if he is already in the spirit of twelve points, those eyes like sharp knives still make him feel like a man.

Anderson had to brace himself and look carefully at the corners of the side, his perception telling him that there was someone there. The smell of murder everywhere, the smell of slaughter that borders on despair.

With each step, Anderson felt a poisonous snake lick his neck.

"Can we get around the city?" asked Anderson again.

"Do you think I know the road or what?" asked Easter.

Anderson didn't speak, but cheered up and continued to walk cautiously inside.

This legendary executioner, the Assassin Vincent was among the city.

As his name suggests, the city is a place of execution, and it seems that those who enter it are rarely chased by those who have fled. Even they themselves are willing to take part in the fight, even if it is as prey.

Frank and Ralph's location is underground, and Frank has finally figured out how Ralph has laid out his own way of detecting the magic pattern.

The entire underground, I don't know when it began, Ralph opened up an intricate underground world underneath the entire Bloodline. This is similar to Frank's dungeon, with its own area and function. Unlike Frank, who stuffs all of his management work on a super-intelligent octopus, the staff here is Ralph's doppelganger.

Directly using the bloodline itself as raw materials, based on the connection between the curses, the production of clones is completed.

These clones don't have Ralph's abilities, but they are faithful and secretive, and the most important thing is that even without Ralph's intelligence, they still have the abilities of ordinary blood.

Ralph's underground is different from Frank's, which is filled with dissected monster corpses and half-finished handmade monsters, as well as parts from homemade toys.

Ralph's underground is devoid of any superfluous items, and all research is directed towards the same goal.

That's humans.

Humans are the most common creatures in the world, this is the conclusion that Frank came to after anatomically studying countless samples. But it is true that human beings are one of the most promising of all living forms.

Frank doesn't know whether Ralph is studying humans or life, and if he is studying life, then he can only admire Ralph's behavior, because the power world has not even given birth to a goddess of life.

As a world with such a low limit to becoming a god, the only possibility that the goddess of life has not been born is that the human beings in this world have not formed a specific image of life itself as a basic cognition.

There is no understanding of life itself, and Ralph wants to study this field at this time.

Frank didn't know whether to say whether he was confident or crazy, though in a sense the two were pretty much the same.

"You don't seem interested in my dungeon?" said Ralph as he walked up to Frank's side.

"The direction you are studying is different from the direction I am studying. Even if the raw materials are similar, I will know when the game is over. And even if the experimental ideas that really matter are taken away from me, it will still take countless years to replicate, so it is better to use your data directly. Frank said.

Ralph didn't speak, but went to check his own experimental data.

This is his real home turf and in this place, he is not afraid of anyone.

But compared to Ralph's composure, Anderson is facing one of the biggest problems of his life in the city at this time.

A little girl dressed in tattered white clothes stood in front of him, and it was exactly in front of him that he was about to pass by.

It blocked his path, and on either side of the road were countless shadows and beasts hidden in the shadows.

The girl's innocent eyes looked at Anderson like this, her lips pursed tightly, and there were tears in her eyes.

Bypass?

It could be an ambush, or a trap.

On the contrary, the girl in front of her may be a trap herself.

The intensity of the murderous aura around the girl is already visible to the naked eye.

"What to do?" Anderson asked dryly.

Easter didn't care about Anderson's words, but looked at the girl in front of him indifferently.