The companions are all working, and Quest will naturally not be idle.

He took the initiative to take on the most "arduous" work, and with a team of guards, he inspected the platoon workshop in the city.

The Batzu Devils themselves do not need to eat or drink, so they do not have digestive organs, but in addition to them, this newly prosperous town is inhabited by many Palau citizens from different planes.

These mortals need to eat and drink, and at the same time they will pull a susle. Since the number of people is not small, a lot of garbage is generated every day.

In order to prevent the plague from breeding, the mayor of the town issued a stern order that everyone must dispose of the waste in the designated place.

These pickles will be piped down the pipes into the manure storage tank next to the intestines of the city, and finally processed by the waste disposal workshop.

Despite wearing a pig-nosed gas mask, Quis could still smell a pungent stench due to the dragon's keen sense of smell.

Standing on the overhanging bridge, he watched the laborers in gray rubber suits stand waist-deep in the brownish-yellow dirt, laboriously moving around as he combed the viscous liquid with a long-handled rake that had been spelled.

Organic residues, excreta, and by-products of the human nutrition process are brought together and separated from the effluent and waste discharged from the plant before they can be introduced into the cultivation plant.

In that factory, there were a lot of mushroom petri dishes, as well as special acid mist worm breeding tanks with no brains, all of which needed to be regularly injected with fresh fertilizer.

"Big cities eat small towns, small towns eat towns, towns eat simple settlements, and Stim's game has a new theme......"

Thinking of a theory he had read, Quest couldn't help but sigh secretly, "...... It's really 'urban Darwinism'. ”

Just as he was thinking, the light above the gate of the Exclusion Workshop suddenly lit up - this meant that the intestines of the nearby city had been digested, because the gates of the Exclusion Workshop were set to lock when the intestines of the city were working.

Seeing this, the laborers wielding the rakes immediately walked to the high platforms on both sides of the pool, one foot deep and one shallow, without hesitation.

The indicator flashed three times, and the pouring vent at the bottom of the pool suddenly opened, and all the final waste that had been sorted out leaked.

It didn't take long for the sewage tank, the size of a small square, to pour out and new dirt to be introduced from the manure tank.

"Woo Toot Too" ......

The whistle sounded on time, and after inspecting the disposal of the filth in the traction city of New Prosperity, Quest also turned and left.

From the ruins of "Arkhangel-Sko", which was no longer left, rose from the ground and pulled the city into its own tracks.

Smoke erupted through the chimneys above the city, and the engine, enhanced by the Deep Hell Purgatory Wishing Technique, drove the tracks to turn again.

Quest made his way to the mooring platform, boarded the flight deck of the Ghostface, and sailed the speed-shaped airship off into the distance.

The town of New Prosperity has an excellent digestive system, and the ruins of "Al Khanger-Sko" alone do not fill its stomach.

After eating and accumulating some strength, the towing city was piloted by the Ghostface Fish, ready to start its first hunt on its own.

Because the other party is only a fixed Batzu walled city, the arrival time has actually been fixed under the premise of running at the same speed. In the limited time, the citizens of the new prosperous town followed the instructions and made orderly war preparations little by little.

"Boom" ......

The sound of the earth dragon turning over came from far and near, and the earth began to tremble. In the command post of Crime City, the overturned human oil lamp burned several scrolls.

"Damn it!"

Namen Bingzhu roared in a shrill voice, and in front of him, the little devil in charge of cleaning curled up with his tail, his trembling appearance like a hollowed out bat specimen.

All of his subordinates were afraid of Namen Bingzhu, even if he wasn't the most powerful of the Baartzu, but he was a vicious contract demon.

"These intelligence materials are worth more than your life, but you let them be burned, it is really worthless waste. ”

Pulling one from the countless scrolls hanging from his body, as if wielding a leather whip, he struck the little devil on the head.

With a "snap", a deep scar appeared on the little devil's cheek, and blood-red smoke continued to emerge from the wound.

Before he could congratulate himself on his escape, the little devil felt a blank in his brain and disappeared without a trace.

In its place was a creature that resembled a molten candle head—an inferior demon at the bottom of the chain of Barthru's contempt.

Namen Bingzhu waved his hand, and the bad demon was teleported to an unknown corner of the Sin Karma City to do the lowest livelihood.

Ever since he came to the Acid Mist Canyon plane, the Contract Demon has felt uneasy, and this is already the thirtieth little devil he has degraded.

Although he is not like the Deep Hell Purgatory, he can shape the subordinate Bart at will, but Namen Bingzhu can still kill the devil who signed a contract with him at will.

This is the Covenant Demon's housekeeping skills, and it is also a deadly shackle that now binds him - he is also subject to the Covenant - and the object of his contract is a femme fatale who may be more powerful than the ordinary Hellpurator.

He had a great future, and after graduating from the prestigious academy in Nessers, Namen Bingzhu successfully entered the bureaucracy of Aphurnas, taking advantage of his knowledge of the laws of hell and serving as a courtier.

He was a clever tongue and harvested many jingling soul prisms every day, until he met the femme fatale.

"I need a lawsuit," the femme fatale found Namen Bingzhu and bluntly put forward his demand: "This lawsuit must be won, if you succeed I will reward you with a thousand soul prisms, and if you fail, you will serve me for free for thirty years." ”

The deal was fairly fair, and judging from the pleadings provided by the femme fatale, the probability of losing the lawsuit was infinitely close to zero.

The contract was signed, and the femme fatale and the contract demon went to court, but the cunning femme fatale actually chose to settle in court.

Naturally, Namen Bingzhu fell into the femme fatale's hub, and had to serve him for thirty years to pay off his unwarranted "debt".

And that cunning femme fatale didn't even intend for him to provide civilian services, but instead sent him to the Acid Mist Canyon.

"You have to gather information for me, after all, most of the time, the prerequisite for victory is to have enough information in your hands. ”

“...... Just like you tricked me into signing a contract, how much information have you collected from me, the treacherous master of the femme fatale?"

"It's a lot more than you think. ”

A cruel smile appeared on the fat and tumorous face of the femme fatale, and although the contract demon who was inferior to chess gritted his teeth, he was still helpless.

And in the Acid Mist Canyon plane, Namen Bingzhu, like all the Bato faction commanders, suffered this accident out of thin air.

"When will this kind of day come to an end......