Pong~

With a muffled thud, the Colosseum gate was slammed open by a panicked crowd.

Not long ago, the half-demons who were shouting in the audience scattered and fled, desperately squeezing forward, as if there were fierce beasts chasing behind them.

It wasn't long before a man paced out of the brilliant beams of light in the arena's vestibule.

Yan Jing, who had changed into a decent suit, looked down at his phone.

Hu Ying followed him, and the hall behind him was littered with broken corpses.

After some "friendly exchanges", the operator of the Colosseum apparently realized his mistake and not only personally sent Yan Jing out, but also supported some of the items he needed at the moment.

As soon as he came into this world, he moved his muscles and bones to understand this world in the most intuitive way, and Yan Jing was quite satisfied with this arrangement.

Of course, the mission of the torch and the foreign objects required for the relics are still the key to the trip.

Unlike the previous two solo otherworldly events, this time there was no team or ship to show Yan Jing the way, and he could clearly feel that the torch after completing an evolution began to give the Ember Apostle more freedom.

The advent of optional missions is the best proof of this.

Yan Jing even suspected that in the past, the torch was due to a lack of energy to support the Ember Apostles to be active in the Otherworld for a long time, so he set a route or gave a specific time limit every time to ensure that the Apostles could return as soon as possible or simply not return, and even the energy for the return trip was saved.

Of course, this escalation of freedom undoubtedly means that the difficulty of the event mission will inevitably increase.

Fortunately, Yan Jing had been prepared for this.

With his own strength strong, it would be troublesome if Torch continued to issue him some light tasks!

The main quest released by the torch has three key pieces of information: Demon Curse, Holy Relic, and General-level Demon.

Through the exchange just now, Yan Jing obtained some relevant information, although it was all scattered clues, but it also gave Yan Jing the direction to explore.

He needed a quiet place to gather his thoughts and decide what to do next, and as a martial artist, the martial arts gym in the city was undoubtedly a good place to go.

I have to say that the degree of perfection of the torch's special identity was beyond Yan Jing's expectations.

Originally, he thought that the torch would provide just an identity, but when Yan Jing was thinking about his origins, the former actually gave a detailed introduction, including the home address, phone number, and even ID number.

Not only that, in order to avoid accidents, Yan Jing's identity was set as unaccompanied, a martial artist who had just come from another city, and there was no need to worry that anyone would doubt his identity.

Stepping out of the Colosseum gate, the loud music behind him disappeared, replaced by the sound of howling wind and rain.

Too lazy to hold an umbrella, he walked straight to the street in front of the door, this was the first time Yan Jing saw Immortal Palace City, and it was undoubtedly the most shocking.

Although Yan Jing had already sensed that this world was different from any other world he had ever been to in the gladiatorial arena before, when it was time to actually witness it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but be amazed.

The steel jungle mentioned in the context of the torch's events is not even a concept......

As far as the eye can see, what Yan Jing sees is a giant city shrouded in a heavy rain curtain, and the overall appearance is near-futuristic!

Under the dark sky.

All of the buildings in Asgard seem to be a bit tree-leaning, and all of them have large extended platforms at the top, which are interspersed with a complex network of streets.

Even from a vertical distance of hundreds of meters, Yan Jing could still reveal a variety of neon lights and styles, which were obviously different from the buildings on the lower floors, and judged that the people living above were the most precious people in the city.

Yan Jing is currently located in the middle of the fairy palace city, out of the "canopy" on the top floor, the buildings have become square high-rise buildings, aside from those light signs and advertisements that fill the field of vision, the overall color tone is gray, and there is no feature at all.

It's like the trunk of a tree, and the purpose of existence is to carry the canopy, which is unremarkable.

If there is anything worth noting, it is that the advertising subjects between these buildings are all kinds of monsters without exception.

The snow-white fox demon endorses the "conditioner", and the tall figure scratches his head in the holographic projection; The burly leopard demon is dressed in extremely cool bright silver armor, and a big red cloak is flying behind him, posing as a superhero; What's even more bizarre is that those snake girls who seem to have made their debut in an idol girl group are dancing enchantingly, and Yan Jingzhi frowned when she watched it.

A few steps further on, you will come to the suspended platform on the other side of the street, which seems to be where the airboats are docked, and you can see the bottom of the steel jungle, where the roots of the trees are.

Not to mention advertising, Yan Jing couldn't even see the situation below, the gray mist filled it, like a floodgate, completely separating the bottom layer from this immortal palace city.

Yan Jing's martial arts hall is right down there.

Tick~tick~

The sound of the whistle sounded in the rain curtain in front of him, and Yan Jing looked up to see an empty boat approaching.

It was the car he had just called through the app on his phone.

When the window was rolled down, the driver in the driving seat turned his head, Yan Jing was about to ask how long it would take, but he found that the driver, who only had surgery on his nose and turned into a dog's nose, changed his face suddenly, and immediately scolded,

"What the hell, the airship is also called by a pariah like you? I am dedicated to the gentlemen of the Blood Purifiers, and the untouchables only deserve to go on those labor trains and crowd with other untouchables......"

Bang!

Raising his hand to shoot into the sky, and then slowly aiming the muzzle of the gun at the driver, Yan Jing tightened his brows and asked,

"Can you carry it now?"

Facing the black muzzle, the driver swallowed all the words back, and hurriedly opened the car door, but Yan Jing stared at the former after sitting in, and waited for him to start sinking the airboat before asking,

"I can feel that you are also human, why ......"

"People? Of course I'm not human, I'm a blood purifier, don't you see, my nose, my nose! ”

Hearing Yan Jing say that he was a human, the driver suddenly became excited, even if he didn't dare to curse in the face of the gun, he still vehemently denied his identity as a human being, pointing to the dog's nose on his face and constantly emphasizing, as if the identity of a human being was something filthy.

After a while, the driver suddenly spoke again, and his tone was actually pleading,

"Don't tell anyone about what I'm going to do with you this time, I still have some money and food in the car, you can take it all you want...... Don't tell anyone else, I spent half my life saving money to have surgery, I don't want to go back, please! ”

Seeing that the driver, who was full of disdain and chagrin not long ago, suddenly showed this pleading look, Yan Jing was stunned for a while, then turned around and leaned back on the seat, and did not say a word again.

The airship flew diagonally downward, and Yan Jing kept his eyes out the window until he passed through the dark mist and finally entered the bottom city of Asgard City.

Looking out through the car window, Yan Jing only felt that he had crossed through again.

If above the mist is the city of the future, then beneath the mist is the scene of the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

The old train weaves through the tracks in mid-air, occasionally passing over the illuminated area, and you can see the crowds of people standing together like sardine cans, swaying back and forth with the ups and downs of the train.

Underneath these staggered tracks, the sight of the settlement made Yan Jing frown even more.

Towering buildings, brilliant neon lights, and technological equipment have long since disappeared here, replaced by a dense network of water, and the banks of the river are lined with crooked alleys, low-rise houses, and dilapidated shops.

There are small canopy boats coming and going between the rivers, and it is rare to see one or two machines on the shore, and they are all half-reported waste products emitting black smoke, as if they are going to lie on their stomachs in the next second.

A little further on, there was finally a complex of buildings that could barely tell what the neighborhood should look like, and Yan Jing could see the crowded pedestrians on the street, who were standing on the muddy streets full of potholes, looking up at the skyboats flying overhead.

His face was full of surprise and trepidation.

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