363

After a few bites of dessert in his spirit, Edward left the alley in a good mood. Both those who are to be killed and those who are to be killed have become silent corpses in the depths of darkness, until they decay into mud.

It seemed to be afternoon, and the exact time was unknown, so Edward put his hand in front of him and found a clothing store that looked good and walked in.

She disguised herself and entered the shop that sold custom formal wear. Although it looks a little different from what I usually wear, it's no problem to have an emergency. In the locker room, Edward changed into his newly purchased shirt and dark waistcoat, and then carefully examined his tattered clothes.

The shirt, soaked in his own blood and still in the secret place for a long time, has already shown the properties of a seal, but it has not yet shown any useful abilities. There are only useless negative effects such as "will make the person who sees this dress have evil thoughts and kill each other", "you can't take it off when you put it on", "eat up the person wearing the clothes one bite at a time", and the only one that may be considered a positive effect is "some evil spells without a teacher when wearing it", but the sequence is too low, overall below 5, and even filthy words can't be used, only some deteriorating curses and summoning spells, which are very chicken.

Edward pondered for a moment, shredding the useless garment, burning off the scraps, and turning the useful parts into several high-quality demonic path charms.

Leaving the locker room, she asked the tailor who was measuring the client's figure, "How long does it take to get the garment out in an expedited way?" ”

The tailor pushed his glasses: "About two weeks." ”

"It's too slow, I won't be here that long." Edward said, "I'm going to buy a ready-to-wear garment with a cane. ”

Half an hour later, Edward's deposit was reduced by fifty pounds, he was dressed in a brand new outfit, and left the shop with his newly purchased cane.

She had figured out when and where she was—not surprisingly, she was now at sea, on an island near the southern continent, within the limits of the Rorsted Islands, but still some distance from Byam.

The first time he came out of a hidden town, he had little experience, and Edward didn't know if he had gone out and teleported randomly, or if the Goddess of the Night had thrown himself to this place. If the latter is the case, perhaps this is an obvious warning not to go any further than Beckland.

Why don't you go to the Southern Continent for a while?

Well, you don't necessarily have to go to Beckland, do you? Since the goddess of the night doesn't want to go by herself so much, let's make a doppelganger?

"Speaking ......"

Edward pressed his temples, and his tone was a little subtle: "Why are so many people reading my honorific name lately?" But it doesn't seem to be exactly mine, a few sentences are mine, a few sentences are someone else's, but they all point to a certain 'abyss'...... I always felt like I was thinking about that Belial...... Forget it, let me see what the prayer is. ”

Hidden towns are unable to communicate with the spirit world, and therefore cannot teleport, divination, or receive prayers.

So, after leaving, the prayer message rang like a 99+ unread message.

However, having 99+ information itself is already a very abnormal thing, the number of daily prayers should only be in single digits, at most two digits, even the person in charge of the Eastern District who has seen himself and has a little bit of cooperation only prays every once in a while, why did he, an idle evil god who has few believers and basically does not respond to prayers, suddenly have so many people sending messages?

She let go of spiritual communication and began to listen to the miscellaneous prayers:

"The Great Abyss Angel ......"

The sound of crying, sobbing, tears falling into the dirt, Edward straightened slightly. Five out of ten prayers were heard, and three times there was the sound of a sword in the background, accompanied by the occasional gunshot, and the source of the prayer seemed to be quite far from where he was.

"Great angel, lord of the deep dark lands, behold, behold, please, please, save my family!"

Edward sold a kebab and found a street seat to eat it very unfiguratively.

"Please help my friend......"

“…… Punish the wicked......"

The meat quality of the kebabs is very average, the taste is more woody, and it lacks elasticity and fat. The seasoning is good, but not to taste. After Edward had eaten two bites, he scooped out the rest and threw it to the stray dog wagging its tail at his feet.

Judging from the prayer picture in Mohu, it seems that there are many individuals, both men and women, and most of them pray spontaneously and secretly, rather than collective ceremonies, and it is not known where these believers came from.

And the content of the prayer has nothing to do with his authority, Edward simply plays with background music.

Even, because they didn't respond at all, some of these prayers simply babbled a lot after the prayer was over, as if they didn't realize that they were establishing a connection with the evil god, but took this honorific name as a spiritual sustenance, and from time to time they would say something to themselves.

"The location seems to be the southern continent...... It's not surprising that my name is circulating there, but some of the fragments are—oh, could it be that after I ate Beria, some special finger fell on me? Like that 'Grand Duke'? ”

That's not surprising, if it weren't for the Demon Family, these suddenly extra believers would have been temporarily crammed and rushed to the doctor, presumably something happened there.

Just like when he destroyed the five cities of the Southern Continent hundreds of years ago, there were ordinary people in other cities who did not know the truth but knew a little about the occult regarded themselves as a symbol of disaster, compiled some honorific names and prayed for them, hoping that this power would befall the Northern Continent.

The prayer played unhurriedly, and by the time the latest one arrived, there were quite a few relatively calm voices mixed in with the weeping and wailing - they were at least able to finish their prayers without sobbing.

Edward finally discerned more details of these voices: there were men and women, just listening to the voices, they were not very old, about twenty or thirty years old, still in the prime of human life, but the voices were full of hatred and other fierce emotions, and there were not many young people who should be lively.

"Great Angel...... If you really exist, can you give me strength......"

It seems to be a collective prayer too. Because these voices are all reciting the same sentence, only slightly different in terms of the content of their own prayers. The young men said in a voice without any emotional fluctuations: "I am willing to believe in you devoutly, to sacrifice you with flesh and blood, I am willing to give you everything I have, and I ask you to give me the power to take revenge......"

Finally there is a prayer that I am interested in.

If you do something in the Southern Continent, it will also give the dark night the illusion that "I have already gone to the Southern Continent", right?

Edward answered the call with great interest.

The young men and women who were hiding in the cave and secretly praying suddenly felt a chill, and panic and uneasiness appeared in their hearts at the same time, as if they were facing the guns of the people of the Northern Continent, or walking alone in the jungle, and occasionally turned their heads to meet the eyes of the beasts behind them.

Someone screamed, and the crowd awoke from their prayers, only to find that the flame of the candle placed on the upper stone platform of the humble altar had quietly turned blue. A cold wind blew, and the temperature seemed to plummet by ten degrees. Goosebumps rose all over their bodies, as if a foreshadowing, and they quickly gathered together, looking around warily.

"It can't be a response to prayer, right?" One of the young men rubbed his arm in apprehension and said nervously, "It's not that this honorable name has never been evil...... Uh, did the Great Being respond? ”

"Wouldn't it be best to have a response? We don't have anyone to turn to now. ”

"That's right, everyone knows when you pray, this is the legendary demon! If it could give us power, even if it was a demon, I would praise it! ”

One of them was not scared at all, but swallowed nervously. He boldly approached the altar and was astonished to find that the humble sacrifice had been burned to ashes, and in the faint blue candlelight, these ashes formed the capital of the Byron Empire:

"Pour out your murderous intent and hatred on them."

"Trade their lives for me for power."

The chill rushed up his back. A few people who were close to each other saw these two words at a glance, and they looked at each other, and they both saw in each other's eyes the horror, the excitement, and the ecstasy of the desperate situation.

The anxious young man saw that everyone else had gathered near the altar, so he had to go up as well, and as soon as he saw these two lines, he couldn't help but worry again: "The Governor brings dozens of bodyguards every time he goes out, and there are some people with special abilities like the generals in the rebel army, how can we kill him?" ”

The woman next to him immediately pushed him hard, and said angrily: "Don't call him Lord Governor!" ”

"We don't need to do anything to the Governor." Someone else said, "This god didn't say he had to kill them, did he?" We can teach the bullies in town a lesson......"

Another voice retorted: "It was said above that their lives should be exchanged for strength." ”

The person's tone just now immediately weakened: "Could it be that the gods did it themselves?" I don't want to kill ......"

"The Great Age of Genes"

"Why don't you want to kill!" The girl exclaimed, "Those people are on good terms with the officials of the Northern Continent, and they are about to sell out all the people in the town!" I'm the only one left in my house, if you don't dare to do it, I'll kill him! ”

After speaking, the girl wiped the corners of her eyes fiercely, strode outside, and the people around her hurriedly grabbed her:

"Calm down, what if it's a scam!"

"Yes, if you kill a government official, we will all be shot!"

"And we can't even buy guns, how can we kill people?"

……

Several young people quarreled in a mess, and in the end they did not come to any conclusion. However, as companions who prayed to the evil gods together, they tacitly cleaned up all traces of the cave before leaving, and burned all the items on the spot.

They deal with things wordlessly, each with their own thoughts. He didn't speak again until he left this hidden cave and dispersed.

And a few of them quietly broke the candle that had not yet been burned and carefully carried it into their arms.

364

The lightning gradually subsided, and the darkness became the lord of the earth.

After a short but not short trek and sporadic battles, the exploration team of Silver City finally reached its destination.

With the help of the unreachable light of the animal skin lantern, Darek. Berg saw the almost completely collapsed walls, and the dilapidated streets without a single weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses have collapsed, and only a few are barely holding up, but the surface is all mottled and full of the dust of time.

The white and blue coatings, which differ from the spires of Silver City, are also gray, making it difficult to imagine what they looked like.

However, Derrick can give a glimpse into the city's past, which must have gone through a long time, with a considerable number of inhabitants, and developed its own civilization in the dark years.

Humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend walls, and in teams of five or six or more, they explore outside, hunt monsters, and find the resources necessary to survive.

They will celebrate in a brief period of stability, they will sacrifice to the gods, their desires will be answered, they will give birth to the next generation, and hope will continue.

However, they eventually disappeared into the darkness, losing all sound and leaving only a ruin.

The ruins are like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that has struggled to survive but has quietly disappeared.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked around, his face a little calm, as if he saw the future of Silver City.

He pointed to the front and said:

"The rest of the place has been cleared."

"That temple is in the center of the city."

The exploration team dispersed slightly, but still maintained enough order to not let down their guard around them.

Walking through ruins that had been destroyed for an unknown amount of time, and through streets that were so quiet that it was frenzied, Darek finally saw a wide platform made purely artificially.

On top of the high platform, there is a half-collapsed building, which is very similar to the temple of the Silver City, with stone pillars supporting the dome and arching to form the gate.

The style is completely different from the other buildings here, and it is indeed a "fallen creator" who later converted...... As soon as Darik flashed such a thought, three of the four lanterns in the team went out at the same time!

Huo Ran, most of the exploration team fell into pure darkness, there was no lightning in the sky, the ground lost its candle flame, and the breathing sound of the surrounding humans seemed to disappear all at once.

Darek's body tensed instantly, and it seemed as if some monster had stuck out its tongue in the darkness, tentatively licking his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing real had appeared.

However, the team of Silver City was well-trained and experienced in many battles, and they did not panic because of this, but immediately pressed close to the only lantern that was still on. The light was nearby, and feeling the temperature and light, Darik felt a little less uneasy, and he glanced up at the man carrying the lantern, and saw that it was actually the lucky Visen Scolder.

Surprising, but yet a matter of course.

He had just been promoted not long ago, and was now a Sequence 6 "Knight of the Dawn", so he was sent on more dangerous exploration and patrol missions, so he also joined the exploration team this time.

It is said that he has made correct judgments in several crises in the past dozens of cycles, narrowly and narrowly allowing the team to avoid the end of the team, and it seems that this time his good luck is still at work.

At this time, a childish, helpless, panicked and dry voice sounded in his ears.

It was a child whispering:

"Help me...... Help me......"

Daerik froze for a moment, not knowing how to react, but in an instant, a little shimmering dust appeared in front of his eyes.

At the same time, Wissen Scaver also suddenly looked in a certain direction in the distance, showing a puzzled expression.

But neither of them noticed the other's abnormality, so they chose to remain silent, using the sound they had just heard as a common seductive trick for monsters in the dark.

The dust exploded one after another, lighting up the surrounding area with a silvery glow.

Colin stared at Darik and said in a deep voice:

"What are you thinking?"

Dyrick suddenly came to his senses, and folded his hands in shame, as if in prayer.

Immediately, a rather clear light burst from his body, causing the darkness around him to recede silently.

The rest of the team seized the time and re-lit the candles.

Because the "Demon Hunter" reacted in time, no team members went missing this time, and no new members were added.

Colin withdrew his gaze from Darek and looked at the half-collapsed temple on the high platform, and said solemnly:

"From now on, there can be no negligence and raise the vigilance to the highest level."

TBC

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Silver City begins the Ulorius cycle mural copy.

(But in reality, it won't change much, after all, Ulorius only gave his father a little luck in this life.) ）