Spark City is indeed not far away, although the speed of Esther and Veronica is not fast, but after hugging Gulick's head, Pyne and Zora are silent a lot. Instead, Veronica occasionally chats with Esther, mostly asking about the so-called "outside world", while her friends quietly prick up their ears, they are not as bold as they seem, and are still very afraid of Esther, who has shown some strength.

After walking and talking, Esther and them came to the edge of a slope, and gradually approached a column of thick smoke that had already entered her sight.

Underneath the pillar of smoke is a deformed building made of red, black, and white, more like a sword pillar stuck diagonally in the abyss, or a mass of sand castles from the fingers of a young child, lacking the regularity and structure of a "city", extremely crude, but magically existing here.

Even from a distance, Esther could see that the city was clearly incorporating too many extraordinary innovations from the inside out, the exaggerated terraces that jumped out of the physical realm resembled the façade of a castle, the smoke in the single huge chimney, and the vertical rope ladders that worked up and down made the complex comical.

It was then that Esther suddenly understood why she had been looking in this direction, but had never seen the top of the city.

Obviously, when Spark City was founded, it didn't think about any stagnant water, but took root directly in the deep valley, and its location was completely an ugly ravine left on the ground after the earth was torn apart by accident.

The main body of the city rests on a certain "object", and when viewed from above, it is a jagged tomb - and that "object" is a corpse large enough to become a nourishment and a cornerstone, and all the buildings are built on it, especially the undulating ribs in the middle, which almost completely cover the original shape, and put on a strange "skin" of iron sheets and gray and white masonry, while the red houses seem to be more ordinary houses.

Veronica walked up to Esther, but Pyne and Zola didn't step forward, looking at them from a few meters away.

Esther looked down at the city indifferently for a few moments before she looked at Veronica, who had been observing herself, as if she was expecting a comment from the "outside", after all, almost everyone here was proud to be a member of Spark City.

The lady waved at the city below, her tone revealing a sense of pride: "People worked hard to build it before I was born, and I believe that after my death, it will become more and more beautiful."

Esther hid a glimmer of light from her eyes, and her words did not disappoint Veronica: "Yes, this is a spectacular city."

However, in her opinion, the cement-filled steel building does not fall within the scope of this evaluation, after all, it is the wisdom of mortals, and Spark City is clearly the product of extraordinary power.

"A breath of death." The crow's whispered derogatory comment made Veronica's expression stiffen.

Objectively speaking, Esther had to admit that Amon was not wrong, and in the moment of a brief peek at fate, she could even see the "dead air" of the city.

Whoever this massive skeleton used to be and what its name was, it now belongs to the survivors who inhabit it, and as the cornerstone of the "Spark City" itself, it has grown another level of flesh and blood, intertwined with the "luck" of the rest of life.

It's just that this fate is getting bleak, and Esther has a hunch that things in Spark City may be getting worse, and she doesn't know how much Veronica knows about it.

Esther didn't ask directly, but used other topics as a temptation: "Veronica, does Spark City still have a history of before moving to this city?"

Veronica hesitated for a moment, but she thought that this was something that everyone in the city knew, so she simply replied directly: "Actually, no, the history of Spark City belongs to the 'confidential archives', and we can't read it without permission, at least until the 'officer' class."

"Officer?" Esther subconsciously asked, "Are there many classes in Spark City?"

Veronica's expression was a little hesitant, but the memory in her mind was churning, and she subconsciously said it: "The soldiers are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, and then the captain, and then the officer. And then there's the chief of all of us, who are the most important *** in Spark City."

Suddenly, Veronica covered her mouth with her hand, and she looked at the crow in a trance, and saw a cold and stark disdain.

Veronica bit her lip and stopped talking, and Esther noticed her abnormality, but didn't react to what had just happened. The crow's little hands and feet with "psychological suggestion" are too hidden, and the changes in the mind are not Esther's specialty, only Veronica is frightened again.

"Anyway, thank you for showing me the way." Esther smiled and said to Veronica, "Don't you have your own mission? I'm probably not going to go into town with you."

"Then you ......."

Before Veronica could finish speaking, a swift sound broke through the air, and a red flame lit up from the black smoke at the mouth of the chimney, and flew out in an instant.

From afar, it was a crimson meteor, and it wasn't until it reached the front of it that it showed a drill-like tip in more detail—it was a flaming spear.

Esther threw away the woven bag in her left hand, and by the way, she pulled Veronica's "iron suit" and pushed her behind her.

Esther picked up the special longsword with her backhand and aimed it straight at the spear that had fallen in her face.

However, the speed of the flame spear did not slow down, but did not hesitate to stab at Esther, directly turning into a cloud of blazing white fireballs several meters high, trying to engulf her directly.

However, Veronica was just a flower in front of her eyes, and the fire that was still blooming a moment ago made her subconsciously turn around and close her eyes, but before she could take a subconscious reaction, the flame had already been extinguished in front of her eyes.

"Bell—"

The blades were handed over, and the sound was deafening.

Esther could feel her wrist tingling, and the tremor spread from the tiger's mouth to her forearm, but she didn't frown, and there was no expression on her face the whole time.

The two of them held identical swords in their hands, or at least they should have been made in the same format, from the hilt containing extraordinary characteristics to the clear line of lettering.

"You're not our guest, please come back."

The middle-aged man with short red hair on the other side said in a low and hoarse voice.

The crow on Esther's shoulder let out a low chuckle, which made the middle-aged man's eyes move slightly, and his gaze fell from Esther's face to the crow.

The raven shook his head disdainfully, "You have no right to refuse, son of the Legion."