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Thinking carefully about the news related to the rebels and the demons. Qian Ning put away the things on the table with some complicated feelings, and walked towards the bar with a few wine bottles and plates that he hadn't drunk much.

He'd heard it from his religious class, and it looked like a creature left over from a demonic plague more than a thousand years ago. At that time, the continent was not governed by a dozen or so countries as it is now, and at that time the entire continent was ruled by an alien empire called Modo.

Because of the arrival of demons, the empire's armies were dragged down, coupled with the rise of ordinary human resistance groups within the empire, which led to the collapse of the entire empire.

The demons were not destroyed, and the survival of human beings began to be affected, and even in some places there began to be no human tracks in a radius of thousands of miles. Therefore, that era is also called the Age of Demons by religion and history. The creatures of the Demon Descent have become the best proof that they did exist in that era.

Serving a few plates to the back kitchen, Channing poured the remaining scraps into the swill bucket as he carefully recalled the black-and-white photographs that the pastor had handed out to the students in his religion class.

It was, he recalled, a lizard-like dinosaur or demihumanoid creature that resembled his own world, but much more hideous, much more difficult to deal with than the crawlers and lickers he had ever seen.

As for the rebels, although Rael does not have these three words in his memory, according to his own understanding, it should be the army that rules this place, which is called the Holy Satin Army.

According to some popular understandings, the high-ranking rulers of the rulers liked to wear a circle of red and black satin with a emblem on their left arm.

"This world. Channing stood still, feeling that the more he knew, the more he had the illusion of being in a fog. It's as if it's been covered by something. Rael seemed to have seen guns and tanks and the like, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Somewhat rustily, he placed the plates one after another beside the sink, but a voice behind him suddenly woke him from his musings.

"Hey, Rael, I heard you picked up the guest's money, right?" A gasso, dressed in an apron, looked at the thin young man who was leaving dirty dishes there, but his tone was a little affirmative. A few fox friends also came over to help the cook, revealing a good show.

"What?" Frowning, Channing looked at the man standing at the door, who was almost a head taller than him. He asked rhetorically, but he didn't know that his appearance looked more like a cover for some people with ulterior motives. Few of the guys who come here to work don't care about the windfall.

"It's under that chair, and Gorler said I saw you crouching down and stuffing something into your pocket. The young man who helped the cook said that he wanted to come up and grab the thin-looking young man in front of him, and then start searching for it.

This kind of weak chicken guy can generally be said to be the lowest level of the food chain in their group. "You'd better not dodge, you know, my fist is ......"

I didn't touch the banknotes in my trouser pocket as expected, or rather, the reaction of the usually cowardly teenager in front of me was obviously a bit beyond everyone.

"Peng!" cleanly punched the abdomen of the young man in front of him, who was much taller than himself, and at the moment when the other party covered his abdomen in pain, another elbow hit this guy's neck. Instantly fell to the ground. The clothes, which were already a little oily, were also stained with a lot of mud and water because of this.

"Don't come here to help yet. The young man let out a scream, which made the faces of the cooks who had just planned to watch the play look surprised. This is not the Rael they usually know who is bullied and silent. And they didn't expect it to turn out like this.

It was necessary to go and stop it, knowing that Gaso's brother-in-law was the tavern maîtres, which was one of the most important reasons why the gang was circling around the young man. was blocked by a few persuading guys. Qian Ning stood aside, and did not hear the sound of energy value change in his head as he wished, and his expression was slightly stunned.

"It's not about knocking people down. Puzzled, he glanced at the young man who had risen from the ground, and his eyes flashed with disappointment. It seems that I still think of the so-called system as too simple.

Not long after the group of cooks helped the embarrassed Gaso out, a guy without work clothes came in from outside the bar and looked in the direction of Channing. He nodded in response, then walked silently towards the other room. Shifts.

Things should be further fermenting, but they have also been suppressed by those who have a heart.

He didn't take the beating to heart. In fact, Channing's attention was already completely focused in the other direction. Why didn't the guy who fell increase the energy gauge.

According to my original conjecture at the beginning, it should be increased when you defeat a unit. Now it seems that this speculation was wrong.

"So what will it be?" the survivor's eyes flickered.

"What was the process of announcing the outcome of the fight?" he lowered his head and secretly speculated about how likely it was. But he also shook his head quickly. Because the voice told itself very clearly that it was just a condition that triggered the system to start.

Dressed and walked out of the staff's changing room alone, Qian Ning was carrying a piece of food from the back kitchen in his right hand, and he didn't forget to look at the time marked on the kitchen clock when he left. It was past ten o'clock, no wonder the group of people who changed shifts came.

Chriss, who had come with her, seemed to have left a few minutes before her because of something. In the past, the two of them had traveled home together.

Walking out the back door of the tavern, he looked up at the half-stringed moon, it was already late. If you count the time, it should be six hours.

Walking along the streets of the civilian area, where there were still a lot of pedestrians, Channing glanced at a few soldiers in patrol uniforms in the distance.

Three or two warblers were hiding in some corner of the street, half talking and half soliciting business with the men who had come to talk to them. Looking at the clothes of those customers, most of them should be coolies working during the day.

Walking past a few closed shops, he rubbed shoulders with a drunken man who swayed and swayed with a blank face, turned around, took a shortcut, and turned into an alley. There were a few clangs of bottles behind him, and the drunk man threw up on the wall before falling to the ground.

Ignoring the movement behind him, Qian Ning walked along the gradually darkening alley, crossed several pools of stinky stagnant water under his feet, and walked a few hundred meters forward, standing at the crossroads of the alley, his eyes glancing at a man and a woman who were struggling in the alley on the left. Then silently turned into an alley on the right.

The road was walking very fast, and it was almost out of the alley. Qian Ning was holding the paper bag he had brought out of the tavern kitchen, and a sudden sound sounded in his ears, and he frowned and stopped.

Something was wrong with the atmosphere. Standing sideways, a hint of wariness in his eyes, his eyes scanning the somewhat dirty alley, the garbage under his feet, the colorful graffiti on the abandoned walls.

As if out of the instinct of a survivor, he always felt an inexplicable sense of peeping in the dark. Moreover, it was too quiet here, and there were no other night bugs and other little things that knew about it.

Taking another half step back, Channing's eyes scanned, and suddenly, several garbage cans in a cul-de-sac not far away suddenly caught his attention.

Unlike other garbage cans where there are wild cats and other animals looking for food, this garbage can, let alone a wild cat, is not even a mouse to be seen.

The clean ones are a little too bad. But the disgusting smell of rotting and fermenting wafting from the alley fully demonstrates its allure to the animals that depend on the city for their survival.

Turning slightly, Qian Ning looked curiously at the treasures of the few ownerless things, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Standing at the intersection of this T-shaped alley, the dim street lights on the oblique side cut through the darkness on his face. He watched as he watched, and his muscles began to tense with the familiar smell of the alley wind.

It's blood. Qian Ning's pupils shrank slightly, and he already had a guess in his heart, and after a few more expressionless looks, he walked towards the alley of this dead end.

"Smack. "A few faint steps sounded in the dim alley, one step or two, and it was closer. The boy walked, his eyes never taking off the direction of the metal trash cans on the other side.

"Hey, sir. A few meters ahead, Channing looked at a figure half leaning on the trash can in the dark, and suddenly stopped moving forward.

It feels like the usual drunks who are drunk and unconscious. Without the slightest intention of letting his guard down, he stared at the man calmly, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

After moving another half step, Qian Ning suddenly heard a slight noise from another part of the alley, and something was moving towards him.

In the darkness, two bright green lights approached him, and the survivor watched, and the thing pounced in the direction of his neck with the sound of the wind.