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The Shadow of the Royal City, a dark street relatively close to the edge of the underground city, is intricate, and the streets are very high and low to make people worry about whether they will collapse in the next moment.

These walkways, built with various materials that I don't know if they are reliable, are three-dimensional to the level of scaffolding on the construction site, and they are also the standard configuration of the Shadow of the Royal City.

There was no official organization to fund the unified construction, and these walkways had to rely on the inhabitants of the Shadow of the Royal City to build them at will for practical purposes, allowing them to grow savagely.

People walking on them have long been accustomed to these narrow walkways without any guardrails.

If the pipes attached to these aisles suddenly burst to which alchemy workshops were connected, the person walking on them would probably fall from several floors as a result of the random spills of liquid from these pipes.

A few men who had covered their faces with hoods and painted huge holes representing the abyss on top of their robes that covered most of their bodies walked up the dangling aisles, pushed open the tattered and patched metal doors of a bar that also pinned themselves to the rocks in an exaggerated manner, and glanced back to make sure no one was following them.

The interior is in a very ordinary condition, the kind of low-end bar that has not spent a lot of money on cleaning and decoration, the air is filled with the unspeakable smell of sweat and the smell of sour and unpleasant inferior alcohol, and the smoke from the mouths of the guests sitting in the seats fills the whole bar, and the place makes people feel breathless as soon as they enter.

"Skinwom beer, five servings, may the abyss accept your soul." One of the hooded men walked out and came to the middle-aged bartender who was wiping his wine glass, and said in a very dark tone.

The bartender's face changed, and he could see that he had a lot of opinions about this group of Abyss Sect guys, and he unscrewed the faucet from the blackened and moldy wooden beer barrel next to him, and beat five beers to the hooded people in front of him.

"It's free, but you can go inside and drink it." The bartender's face darkened, and he pointed to the place inside the bar, motioning for the group of guys to go in and drink.

"Hehe, thank you for your generosity, the abyss will bless you."

The guy who was talking to the bartender thanked the bartender for his generosity and once again stated that the abyss would bless the bartender, but looking at the bartender's gloomy face, he had a lot of opinions about the blessing of the abyss.

Without saying anything more, a few hooded people from the Abyss Sect took the wooden cups and walked towards the inside of the bar, and the other guests saw that these guys were consciously staying away from them, and a few drunkards were directly disrespectful.

"It's disgusting, these damn crazy people, why didn't you jump into the abyss by yourself earlier, don't come near us, I don't want to jump into the abyss after I go crazy one day!" The drunkard lying on the table shouted and cursed mercilessly.

"It's really bad luck to meet this group of crazy people..."

"Stay away from them, these guys won't do anything but turn those who come close to them into madness..."

The other guests who were quite sober didn't dare to offend this group, but they could still do it by whispering to the hooded people of the Abyss Sect.

"The abyss is generous, it will accept everyone, may you plunge into the arms of the abyss as soon as possible and receive its blessings."

The Abyssal Cultist at the head was not annoyed, but just walked up to the drunken man who was shouting and cursed, whispered softly in his ear, and then left the place with the other cultists.

“！” The drunken man was so excited that he was drunk and left the seat with a low curse.

No one from the Shadow of the Royal City would be happy to have anything to do with this group of Abyss Sect guys.

This group of abyssal believers who call the act of jumping into the endless dark space below the cliff the blessing of the abyss, and the people who walk close to them or oppose them always go crazy for no reason, and jump into the abyss screaming and screaming without knowing when.

……

The Abyssal cultists who walked into the interior of the bar didn't drink the inferior free beer, but threw it out of the window, undisguised their disgust.

After a few taps on the wooden walls of the bar at a fixed rhythm, one enters a passage that opens after the tapping.

The passage was carved into the rock held by the bar, and it was evident that it had taken a lot of time to widen the inside, but it was not narrow at the same time, and after a few Abyssal Sect believers had walked for a while, they came to an iron gate that opened on top of the rock wall.

The observation opening above the iron door opened a crack and slowly opened after confirming the identities of several people, and the few Abyssal Cultists who walked through the door also took off their hoods and robes that were in the way, they had long been unable to bear this stuffy and smelly thing that could only represent their own identity.

"What's the matter, has the thing that the Lancer family explained done, and there is no news from those gray dwarves, if it is not done, this matter will be troublesome."

The space inside is much better than the tattered tavern used as a camouflage on the outside, and is closer to a stronghold like the Night's Blade.

With all kinds of equipment, it was hard to imagine that this group of Abyss cultists, who were regarded as crazy by the people of the Shadow of the Royal City, would have such a normal stronghold, but considering their status as noble lackeys, it was easy to understand.

The person in charge who had been waiting for news for a long time inside asked about the guys who came in, he was in charge of the noble family's docking with these people from the Abyss Sect.

The nobles sent a task to these abyssal cultists disguised as madmen who believed in the abyss, and the noble family gave a certain reward.

"It's done, those gray dwarves are looking for death by themselves, they opened the box, and the destroyer golem inside burned the ground directly, and there is not even a slag left, the things have been delivered, in order to block the people of the Midnight Blade, we have killed a lot of people, and this time the reward must be high."

As the head of the Abyssal Cultist who had just entered here, Morakot's tone was terrible, and the mission from the Lancer family asked them to send the iron box close to the abyss, so they entrusted the gray dwarves, who are very good at making holes, to send the things over.

Unexpectedly, these greedy gray dwarves actually had the courage to open the box, and the Destroyer puppet stored inside didn't know how to start the rampage directly, and immediately summoned the Night Blade.

In order to make up for this mistake and allow the Lancer family to gather enough information, he, one of the stewards of the Abyss Sect, had to use his own life to block the Night Blade, which was attacking the fierce and ineffective Blade like the wrong medicine, and paid a huge price.

"That's your own problem, remember that the most important thing you have to do is to complete the task, not to get paid, since you have chosen the pollution to gain a foothold in the Shadow of the Royal City, then bear the consequences of the nobles not providing you with souls as a tool to counteract the pollution, and you don't want to become like the ones who are crazy by you.

The tone of the person in charge was very flat, these guys from the Abyss Sect didn't seem to know their status, after all, those nobles didn't have them, and now the members of these Abyss Sects would find other people to help them in the Shadow of the Royal City.

And these guys of the Abyss Sect, without the souls provided by the nobles to absorb spiritual pollution, then their so-called Abyss Blessing becomes a joke to kill themselves.

"I really regret doing things for you misers..." Morakot's tone was gloomy, his words were full of resentment, there was no way, he was stuck in the neck, so he could only pinch his nose and admit it.

"Regret can not be done, what do you think will happen without you." The person in charge didn't mean to save any face for Morakot, and while making mocking remarks, he took out the rewards and the souls of the new nobles from under the counter.

"That's all...?" Morakot's fists clenched tightly, and he could barely contain his anger as he looked at the obviously wrong money bag in front of him and the small vial used to seal the souls of the deceased, which was more than a little less than before.

"Recently, the people of the Night Blade have been very strict because of the affairs of the academy, and those city guards who survived the war are not so easy to fool, there is nothing to be missing from you in this regard, it has cost a lot to get these, that's all, love it or not, you can do it yourself."

The person in charge still has that fearless appearance, and it is undeniable that what he said does have a certain degree of reasonableness, but in the end, he is still not willing to give it.

Morakot's clenched fist finally let go, and when he was alone, he could hit it with a desperate punch, and then try to snatch it up and slip away, gambling on a good life in the future.

But after tasting the dividends and benefits of using the Abyss Sect, the shadow of the royal city, which everyone hated and feared and was busy with, and had a group of subordinates Morakot, he had lost the courage to do so.

It was already difficult for him to give up the benefits of this status, and those subordinates who were definitely not loyal would not mind if he, the titular boss, had affected their income, and banded together to tear him up and replace him with a sect leader to take his place.

"Okay, this time I think that after that, we must make up for some of them as much as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for us to complete the tasks for those nobles normally without these necessities."

In the end, Morakot didn't have a seizure, put the bottles in his pocket, and added them with a lot of emotion.

"Uh-huh..."The person in charge just responded to Morakot's vicious words very casually, still with a posture of not taking his words to heart, which made the nameless anger that was forcibly suppressed in Morakot's heart burn more violently, but there was no way, it could only be pressed there, unable to explode.

"Let's go!" Turning back to greet his men who had come with him, Morakot turned to the iron door that had entered, and placed his hand on the doorknob.

The moment his fingers touched the doorknob, a burning sensation was transmitted from his fingertips to Morakot's brain, and the sudden burning sensation made his whole body cool down from the afterglow of anger just now, and a certain chill appeared from the bottom of his heart and quickly spread to his whole body.

The touch of his body was telling him that there was nothing wrong with the doorknob, so the burning sensation could only be a warning from his own inner potential!

His eyes widened, and the fighting instinct honed from a large number of experiences between life and death made him quickly react from the early warning given by his internal "danger perception", and while the fighting spirit covered the surface of his body, he rolled backwards with all his strength.

"Boom!" The iron gate, which was carved with magic patterns to increase its protection, was torn directly from the anchorage of the rock wall by violent damage from the outside.

The explosion occurred in the middle of the door, and the entire iron door was dented through the middle, and then flew in at an alarming speed with the surface metal melted.

The iron door grazed Morakot's back and flew backwards, only to hear "Poof! There was a sound of something being crushed by a hard object, and the neck of the person in charge who was still arrogant in front of him was so unlucky that the iron door that flew into it turned into a piece of dough attached to the wall.

If it weren't for his own internal submersion, Morakot would have been swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, and he would have been slapped in front of the iron door that flew in, and the iron door that was forcibly blasted out of the shocking scars of molten iron on the surface had already told how terrifying the power of the sudden explosion was.

The physique of a high-ranking official knight allowed Morakot to quickly regain his balance from the rapid back roll, and at the same time shouting loudly to remind all the other Abyssal cultists resting in this stronghold to quickly prepare for battle, he rolled into the bar where the hapless person had been standing, and used the bar that had strong protection but had not had time to be used as his own cover.

"The reaction is very fast, it should be an internal submersible... Gilbert, I'll work with you to deal with this high-ranking official knight, the other members of Nightblade, and quickly purge all the Abyss Sect cultists here! ”

The smoke and dust at the door cleared, and Wang Yu's figure appeared with the figure of Wang Yu, who was holding a revolver that was red from the heat of the gun, burned by the heat of the shot, and his voice of command also came in.

"Night's Blade!? When did these guys find here! Damn it, they're not afraid of mental pollution?! ”

Listening to the content of Wang Yu's words, Morakot's heart was very confused, the Abyss Sect because of some of their special abilities, most of the people are unwilling to provoke this sect that is the same as a madman, and the Night Blade is the same, why did this group of guys suddenly come to the door, aren't they afraid of the spiritual pollution of the Abyss.

"You heretics will be cursed by the abyss, and the abyss will devour the souls of you guys!"

Morakot didn't think it was a good idea to fight these members of the Night Blade who had suddenly appeared, and he had to try to threaten Wang Yu with words and retreat.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, just kill it, and, turn off the lights!"

Wang Yu's order directly shattered Morakot's plan completely, he didn't kill one with this group, absolutely no one would be wronged, use the name of the madman sect to be a noble dog, and by the way, fulfill the meaning of the nonsense of the abyss cultists of his dirty purpose.

And with the last reminder of turning off the lights, the darkness abruptly covered this Abyssal Cult stronghold built in the mountain rocks with good lighting facilities, and Morakot's eyes fell into darkness at the same time, and the screams and howls of the Abyssal Cultists continued to be heard in his ears.

The sound of the blade cutting into the flesh kept coming, and these guys from the Night Blade were real! When the disguise of the abyssal sect's superficial madmen is removed, these cultists are nothing more than a bunch of cowards who will cry bitterly in the face of the fear of death.

Maybe they could sacrifice their lives for the sake of profit, as they did when they blocked the Night's Edge from going to the Destroyer's puppet, but when they were raided and brutally killed without any preparation, they couldn't regain the "madness" of the past.

"What's going on with this darkness, when did the Night's Edge have this ability, ahhhh

Morakot was nervous, his mind was beating wildly, the endless darkness in front of him gave him a lot of pressure, he didn't know how the Night Blade could have such the ability to cover everything in such a large area, and he didn't know why the Night Blade was not affected by the darkness.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his five fingers, he could only use the five senses of his high-level formal knight to try to feel the situation around him, and the pinprick sensation from his left shoulder and the sharp pain in his brain at the same time made him let out an uncontrollable "scream, which is a warning of the hidden "danger perception"!

Shrinking his head, rolling sideways, something flew past his head with a swift graz, piercing the wall behind him, and the sharp blade slid through the skin on the surface of his left shoulder, barely dodging, and blood oozed uncontrollably.

"Can't save it, save your life!" The premonition of crisis did not stop at all, and the pain in his neck, and the trajectory of the sharp blade that he could not pierce his shoulder, were all telling Morakot that there were two guys of similar strength who were trying to kill him.

In a dark environment, even if you have the ability to predict the trajectory of an attack, it is only a matter of time before you are killed! The screams around him and the crashing sound of his fallen body were all foreshadowing the end of Morakot.

"Smack!" The moment before the bullet from the Crucible Fury struck him in the head and Gilbert's blade slashed into his shoulder, Morakot crushed a gem that he had been hiding in his chest, and the space fluctuated for a moment, and Morakot's form vanished.

"Flash the gem at a short distance, he can't go far..."Wang Yu put away the Furnace Fury Revolver, and together with Gilbert beside him, confirmed the location of Morakot's appearance.

Using the power of the Night Lady to cover this space, Wang Yu and the others could actually see very clearly, and it was not too difficult for the members of the Night Blade who broke into here to kill these Abyss Cultists who were obscured by the darkness.

At this moment, what was being staged in this Abyss Sect was a one-sided battle with both mental and unintentional calculations, and the Abyss Sect had no idea that the Night Blade would forcibly attack them without fear of the threat of their spiritual pollution.

"There..."

Without considering the concealment, the Ripple could travel farther away from the shadow of the royal city, sweeping the entire space in an instant, and Wang Yu confirmed the location that Morakot had teleported to with the glittering gem.

He immediately turned on the Burning Blood Drive and charged there, informing Gilbert, who was fighting with him, and the two of them approached Morakot's location as fast as they could.

"Make me crazy!" Morakot was also forced to rush at this time, he knew that he would not be able to survive the surprise attack of the Night's Blade if he did not go completely insane.

Just now, I glanced at the soul jars that I had just gotten that could be used to resist spiritual pollution, since I was not afraid of spiritual pollution to raid the Abyss Sect, then all of them would be crushed by spiritual pollution!

With the pull of the lever in his hand, a passage leading to the abyss below the cliff was pushed open by the mechanism, and in an instant, a large amount of spiritual pollution poured up from the channel that was usually used to throw down the target that needed to be dealt with.