Although in the mouth of Theseus, the Descendants of the Abyss are only a low-level defective product that can't even be put on the table, according to what Xiuge has seen along the way, the ancient magical creations that originated from the "Abyss Court" actually have their own uniqueness.

Fundamentally, the Descendants of the Abyss are indeed magical creatures that serve their survival instincts.

Find prey, wrap, devour, digest and complete learning.

That's what they really need to do.

It's simple, straightforward, and there's no overly complicated process in between.

And the richer the experience, the more complex the memories and past, the heavier the "digestive burden" will be for the descendants of the abyss.

On the other hand, children with simple minds and limited life experiences are more able to be understood and "accepted" by them.

Now, these living "cases" have come to Xiuge.

The newsboys, who had once earned their living by selling the newspapers of the Peace Newspaper with the help of the Seren Mutual Aid Society, are still shouting day after day in the streets of this ruined city, and even the route they travel does not seem to be much different from that of the past.

Perhaps because time had passed, the descendants of the abyss who had devoured the children had basically taken on the outline of a human being, but perhaps because of their innate flaws, or perhaps because they had never been able to truly understand the existence of human beings, they had not been able to simulate real skin and flesh.

In short, in Xiuge's eyes, these monsters with the outline of a child, but still in a pitch-black gelatinous state all over their bodies, were still walking towards him.

"Newspapers! Newspapers!"

They repeat human language in mimicked childlike voices, arms swaying meaninglessly in mid-air.

Of course, at the moment when the Peace Newspaper had disappeared, there was no newspaper in their black, cloudy gum palms, and the human forms of these children merely followed the rules of life in those memories, repeating these meaningless actions again and again.

Siug just stood there, silently waiting for them to approach.

As the distance between the two sides shortened, the voices that had been strongly childlike began to change, and they began to become muddy and strange, even if they were only repeating some very simple words the whole time, but gradually, they could not even speak clearly.

These poor imitations of human behavior are gradually distorted and faded by the awakening of the hunting instinct.

They felt the smell of "food" in front of them.

Unlike the other prey in the closed city, the target standing not far in front of them seemed to possess an extremely strong allure, and this power revived the greedy desire in the children of the abyss almost instantly, so they accelerated their travel, and the original silhouette of the child turned into flowing "silt" in an instant.

Shuge quietly observed the changes displayed by the children of the Abyss, and with the help of his magical vision, he could even see the silhouette of a very familiar and emaciated girl gradually crumbling as she ran, and completely merging with her kind.

In a matter of seconds, the pitch-black mud swooped down in front of Xiuge, and in it, countless mouths that once belonged to children grew out, shouting with joy as if they had found customers willing to buy newspapers in the past.

"Newspapers! Mr. Writer, do you buy newspapers?"

A heavy sigh came out of Shug's mouth, and he stood silently in place, watching as the lump of mud opened up in front of him into a huge curtain......

"Let's forget it today."

He answered softly.

The Touch of Calron, with its sharp arthropods, surged out from behind him, stabbing and tearing apart the deadly black curtain in an instant, and the slime that could easily digest the flesh of the creature adhered to the black tentacles of Xiuge, but it could not break through the hard skin.

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At this moment, the children of the Abyss have finally taken a very important step in their learning of humanity - they finally understand the "despair" and "panic" that these humans have generated in the last moments of their lives.

The figures, which they had regarded as a delicacy a second, had now turned into a predator even more ferocious than they were.

Some of the soft, pitch-black wreckage fell to the ground, and Xiuge instinctively lowered his head, only to see that the slime that still had considerable vitality was constantly wriggling at his feet, and the organs used to make sounds were still functioning, but at this moment, the sound they made had turned into a cry of fear and crying.

"It's not too bad to learn to be scared at the last minute."

Shug spoke softly, then raised his foot and kicked a piece of gum to the side, and immediately a Calon touch came out, piercing and corroding it on the spot.

The constant noises were so annoying that Xiuge summoned his magic to summon the mirror messenger stand-in who was already ready for the meal.

"Feel free to enjoy it, and the quantity is enough."

After obtaining Xiuge's consent, the humanoid stand-in standing aside immediately exploded on the spot, turning into a hazy mist, and rushed towards the scattered wreckage, so that a large number of fragmentary powers and memories of the Descendants of the Abyss were immediately collected and gathered.

So Shug took two steps back, closed his eyes, and began to quickly sort out and read the messages that had been passed back by the messenger in the mirror.

This time the "meal time" was not too long, and after about a few minutes, the Touch of Calon and the Messenger in the Mirror ended their work one after another, and more information about the current situation in the city of Salem was also known to Xiuge.

It was only then that Shuge learned that the children who had been selling newspapers on the street had actually been killed on the day of the Celestial Incident - the place where they usually lived and hid was so close to the sewer entrance of Salem that they became the first hunting targets of the Descendants of the Abyss after nightfall.

Because of this, these poor children did not experience the same moments of despair that the other survivors of Salem later experienced.

In a way, this can be considered a kind of luck.

It's just that Xiuge can't get any solace from this, that kind of thought is no different from self-deception, and these memories of the victims looted from the heirs of the Abyss can only make Xiuge feel more hatred and disgust for these ancient creations and the Black Sun Society that made it all happen.

It's a new morning in the city of Seren.

There was a dull and continuous roar in the distant sky, it was the shelling of the plains far away from the city of Seren, and from the source of the sound and the traces of magic in the sky, it was easy to tell that this was a round of artillery bombardment of the positions of the Wattel army spearheaded by the artillery of the Kingdom of Deresan.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the distance, the city of Salem is extremely quiet.

The light is not too bright for any survivors to take to the streets at this time, and at such times, the Descendants of the Abyss will still frequently forage for food on the streets, and if they encounter a large group of Descendants of the Abyss, even heavily armed soldiers or prepared spellcasters can easily become their rations.

In this case, Xiuge seems a little out of place.

He walked alone on the empty streets, like a traveler who had just come from out of town and wanted to take a closer look at the streetscape of an unfamiliar city.

The clothes on Shug had already been changed.

With his memories of Salem, he found a clothing store, and after "devouring" the children of the Abyss who were entrenched in it, he found some clean new clothes from the closed warehouse.

So he changed back to the same way he used to live in the city of Selen, but the calmness on his face and the confidence in his eyebrows were completely different from before.

Shug didn't want to get into any kind of conflict with the survivors in the city of Salem too soon, in which case Waterl's uniform would have to be changed, and if he wanted to prove his identity, it would be enough to have military and council documents, in his

In his pocket, he also carried the official insignia of the Ernst family, and with these things, he could report to any of the Vortl troops at any time, and be accepted by the other party.

Under the magical perception of Shug, any of the children of the Abyss hidden in the houses and ruins could not be hidden, either devoured by the mist of the Mirror Emissary or found out of the horns by the Touch of Calon.

And as Xiuge continued to advance, his complexion became grim little by little.

"The number of remaining Descendants of the Abyss in the city of Salem is probably far greater than I imagined...... During this time, they are not only constantly trying to break through the ceremonial arena set up by the Dharma, but they are also trying to expand their own community, and in time, the city will surely be completely occupied by them."

Xiuge digested the newly obtained memories of the heir.

A significant portion of it comes from a recently deceased survivor of Salem, and in his memory, Shug has found some horrific images that would make him feel horrific in his own hands.

The survivor, who died in search of food two days earlier in the night, had seen "huge shadows" rushing through the streets at night more than once.

The shadows were on a scale that Siug had expected—they looked like a torrent of death of deep colors and faint fluorescence, large enough to cover half a street, and tall enough to overwhelm the second-story shops on either side of the street.

The survivors of the city of Salem refer to this horrific phenomenon as the "Tide of Death".

The meaning is simple and straightforward, referring to this horrific phenomenon of a large number of Abyssal Offspring, who are likely to kill all the inhabitants hiding in the lower shelters on the spot.

As one of the people in the world who knew the children of the Abyss best, Shuge almost immediately understood the meaning behind this strange sight - the growth rate of the children of the Abyss had reached an unbelievable level, compared to the "scale" they displayed on the day of the change in the city of Selen, and the number of children who entered the sewers to claim their own children could only be regarded as "pediatrics".

"How many people did they eat?"

Schugg squinted at the building next to him, and he noticed that there were some very obvious marks on the walls of the buildings next to the street, which looked like the marks of the water on the embankment.

Obviously, the "Deathtide" in the mouth of the survivors of Salem City has been here, and judging from the deliberately damaged windows and the walls of the buildings that have been pierced by brute force, the "Deathtide" who "passed by" here at that time must have been trying to find the survivors who might be hiding nearby.

This is not good news.

As mutilated creatures, the Descendants of the Abyss do have many weaknesses, the most typical of which is their aversion to heat and light, which is why the members of the Laws Council in Seren have been able to hold on to it until now.

However, Xiuge knew that the methods of confrontation and evasion that humanity currently adopted against the children of the abyss were actually based on a very weak foundation.

This foundation is the size and number of the Descendants of the Abyss.

Through the Descendants of the Abyss, Xiuge has come to a preliminary conclusion that the continuous growth of the group size will lead to an increase in the rate at which the Descendants of the Abyss can comprehend human knowledge and memory, and the larger the number, the more astonishing the "wisdom" they may display.

And in the case of the general improvement of the wisdom of the crowd, some individuals who have broken away and acted alone will also show some terrifying characteristics and abilities that surpass the past.

The offspring disguised as a refugee he had met in Brownhill and the individual who had traveled through the vast battlefield to the Black Forest to transform into a walking spider were very convincing examples.

"These guys must not be allowed to continue to "evolve" and "learn...... They already know the laws and methods of human evasion from their victims' memories, and given them a little more time, they will also know how to fight against light and flame, and even understand what magic is all about, and at that point, it will be even more difficult to deal with it."

Xiuge has always wanted to be a lazy person.

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I don't think I'm noble, and I don't think I'm able to take on any important responsibilities with my own abilities.

But at this moment, he looked at the bleak street scene in front of him and the tattered clothes left by the side of the road because the victim's flesh was devoured, and finally couldn't help but set himself a goal that seemed a little terrible and a little daunting.

"Since fate has brought me back here, then I should have filled in the part of the "script" that I didn't finish before, right?"

With a slight snap of his fingers, he scattered the swarm of magic rats for scouting again, and his gaze shifted to the sky ahead.

In a nearby block, smoke was slowly rising.