Dawn Dantès took his own steps and walked towards the underside of the ship. He held the gold-encrusted cane in his hand and looked at the northernmost port of the Southern Continent in front of him.

This port is relatively prosperous in the Southern Continent, but now it is a little more chaotic than the last time he visited. He couldn't help but furrow his brow as he looked at the flame-covered harbor in front of him.

He turned to look at Hugh, who was dressed in a black robe beside him, and after a slight pause, he spoke:

"What's going on?"

Hugh looked at the captain, whose tone and appearance, and even his personality, were very different from before, and suddenly felt a strong sense of separation welling up in his heart.

Hugh's small face under the mask was slightly distorted, and he pressed his hand slightly against a rifle that the high-dimensional overlooking man in his arms had made for nothing, which had sharp four edges on the front and looked like it could be used to pierce in close combat.

Of course, for the sake of concealment, one of the founders of the "Lost Country" said this to Hugh, but Hugh still felt that this was more than a size smaller than a normal rifle, and the alien piercing gun always contained some kind of malice.

Hugh pressed his mask slightly, pulling the hood on his head downward. She quickly disappeared to Dwayne Dantès's side, seeking information from some of the gang members in the local harbor who apparently knew about the situation.

Daun Dantès, on the other hand, pressed his top hat slightly, grasped the cane in his hand, and waited quietly for the return of his squire. There were people around who looked at Dawn Dantès, who seemed to be defenseless next to him, and wanted to slaughter this is obviously a fat sheep from the Northern Continent-

But most of them, after seeing the terrible situation of the gang members who spoke ill of the gentleman's servant in the distance, decided not to come and get into the troubled waters. One of the bold locals seized the opportunity to come over and open his mouth to the middle-aged gentleman:

"Dear sir, are you a merchant from the Northern Continent?"

The skinny man with soft facial features and a dark complexion approached Dawn Dantès's side, but he kept a distance of about a meter with restraint. After performing a nondescript Northern Continent etiquette, he saw that the middle-aged gentleman in front of him had no disgusted reaction before he cautiously continued:

"Don't know if there's anything I can do to help you?"

He figured that the one in front of him was the Rune—some Rune who had not been able to get the information in time for this place at sea. Now that the army of the Republic of Antis is rubbing against the army of the Kingdom of Rune in the Southern Continent, generally speaking, a normal Rune merchant or an Intis merchant would not come to the extremely chaotic West Bailang at this point in time.

You know, there is not only the navy of Intis, but also the madmen of the Rose School who indulge their desires and some "demon families" who have reappeared on the earth.

The current Xibailang is already a rather dangerous place, and any person from the Northern Continent will be extremely cautious when he comes here.

"Your character is admirable." Dawn Dantès pursed his lips, looked at the young man in front of him, and showed a subtle smile: "Please tell me what is happening here now?" I have an estate in the middle of West Bailang, but the current situation, hehe, seems to be a little different from what I had expected. ”

He fumbled in his pocket, and pulled out a five-pound rune bill, and Dawn Dantès shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and looked at the station not far from him, which was already a little tattered and guarded by a few men who did not hide their malice at all.

It is clear that these stations can no longer be used as a normal means of transport – they now look like they have been monopolized.

This roundabout way of speaking is indeed the nobles of Rune...... This young man from the Southern Continent thought of this in a daze as he listened to the middle-aged gentleman in front of him say a series of words that he didn't understand. But he still extracted a few key pieces of information from it, and figured out what the middle-aged gentleman in front of him wanted to know most.

He swallowed his saliva, reached out and took the money in the hand of Dawn Dantès with a slight tremble, and said to him in a low voice:

"The railway transportation here is all in the hands of the demon family."

He admits that he wanted to accept the reward in his conscience that was completely different from what he had envisioned - the light piece of paper would be enough to feed his family for three months or more, and even enough for him to take the risk of moving his family to the "reserve" in the middle of Byron on a pirate ship.

However, it is unlikely that all this he has paid will be equal to what the other party has paid, which made this young man from the Southern Continent a little panicked for a while—and even suspected that this was a precursor to the "ability" role of some people with special abilities.

He knew how powerful the bodyguards beside the gentleman in front of him were, and some of the gang members who were powerful were like chicks to be kneaded under him. Now the transcendent has appeared in everyone's eyes, and "mortals" like them can only dodge and obey.

"If you want to get to central West Bailang directly by train now, you can only travel inland through the tracks that the demon families have - but now only those who join the demon families can take this train, which has been used for war."

"My suggestion is, well, I'd suggest you look for some not-so-formal ships to get to the central part of West Bailang from the sea, but now that it's also occupied by the Aurora Society, it may not be so safe."

It was a "reservation" established by the people who believed in the "original Creator" - naturally there was no danger to the natives, just a matter of conversion.

However, the people there are extremely hostile to the believers who believe in the "Lord of the Storm", the "God of Wisdom", and the "Eternal Sun", and they even refer to the "Eternal Sun" as the "Abyss Sun" or "Black Sun" with contempt.

"That's right......" Done Dantès said thoughtfully, with a smile on his face, and patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder, "Well, thank you very much for the information." ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, but still said to the middle-aged gentleman in front of him:

"Sir, the price of my message is not worth five pounds, you give too much."

In fact, while seeing the greedy eyes of those around him, the young man decided that he could not accept so much money.

There is no police officer here who will do justice to him, and although the gang members here were beaten by the gentleman's humble servant, it doesn't mean that they really don't have the power to rule the low-level civilians in this area.

If he had earned a few sules, or even a pound, it would have been a reasonable reward in the eyes of others for him risking being driven away by the servant who was very good at fighting, or even by angering the gentleman who might have some "special ability".

But if it's a gold pound, they'll be jealous, they'll try to steal his gains—or even kill him outright.

"Is that so?"

The corners of Daun Dantès' mouth turned up slightly, and a somewhat eerie smile was raised. He took the banknote from the young man's hand, folded it again and put it in his wallet, and then took out five 1 soles and placed them in his hand.

The young man subconsciously rubbed the touch of the banknote with his fingertips, but found that the feeling brought by the upper and lower banknotes was not the same - he looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of him with a little surprise, but saw the middle-aged gentleman show a mysterious smile, put his index finger in the center of his lips, and said in a low voice to him:

"It's a tribute to your good character."

This time, the young man from the Southern Continent no longer shirked it, but just put the paper money with a different texture into his arms when others thought that he only got five sules.

After a brief psychological struggle, he took a slight step back and bowed with a crappy rune etiquette.

I've turned down this first gift, so there won't be a problem this time, right? He thought with some luck.

I wonder where this gentleman will go......

The young man from the Southern Continent looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of him and exchanged a few words in a low voice with the servant who rushed back, and then walked into the train station with his head held high and without hesitation at all.

This......

The pupils of the young man in the southern continent contracted slightly, and when he saw that the demon sitting at the door of the train station did not stop the gentleman or directly tear him apart, but saluted him respectfully, he immediately screamed and rushed towards the alley.

The others fled to safety, fearing that they would be targeted if they stayed here a little longer—and they gloated in their hearts, thinking that they were glad they weren't too greedy to help the gentleman in question.

And the young man suddenly remembered the fate of many people who had traded with demons in folklore, and secretly rejoiced that he had not succumbed to the temptation to accept the gold pounds that the demon had given him for the first time—if that was really a demon, then he would have died!

But after thinking of the money the demon gave him for the second time, he felt that the gold pound might be used to buy his soul, and it seemed to be quite hot like red-hot charcoal.

He swooped into the alley and threw it from his bosom, intending to abandon the demonic gift.

But after a little hesitation, he picked up the crumpled note from the ground and carefully slipped it into his bosom to take it home.

Many people have seen him make a deal with the demon, so at least no one will covet his harvest this time. Even if he sold his soul in this transaction, he would have to use the money to make his family live without worrying about going without food for a while.

……

"Sure enough, if you want to digest the potion, you still have to rely on the treacherous and terrifying direction."

Crane muttered in a low voice and said to the high-dimensional downlook beside him. The two of them sat in the middle of the train, which was widened by the high-dimensional overlooker, and next to him, in the normal train car, was Dawn Dantès, who had just completed a terror.

He gave Dawn Dantès a "demon from the Northern Continent", a demon who believed in the "Goddess of the Night" and was sheltered.

He is also a natural demon, he is not as tyrannical as other demons, but he also has the same malice as other demons and is keen on equivalent exchange, and has a strict moral code.

The excitement of such a complex character is stronger, and the feedback of digesting potions is stronger—Crane finally can't bear to directly replace a civilian with his own interpersonal relationship and play it as an innocent person.

After the high-dimensional overlooker drove the "Lost Country" away, he immediately turned back and came to Klein, who had been disguised as a passer-by and controlled the secret puppet of Daun Dantès, and used the "Breaker" gift to disguise himself in space. (Note)

This is a clever method of digestion, after the curtain of the high-dimensional overlooker, Crane has reached the occult sense of "manipulating the secret puppet to appear in front of the curtain behind the scenes", so that the impression on others is even more impressive, and the feedback generated by other frightened people can naturally be reflected in the potion.

And this body, which originally belonged to the "Immortal King" Agaritu, is itself the Sequence 5 "Apostle of Desire" of the "Abyss" path. It couldn't have been easier for him to disguise himself as a demon - or rather that his body was a complete demon.

With the help of the "Trickster" ability advanced by the Source Castle, although Crane is not above the gray mist, he can barely use the gray mist to strengthen his "Faceling" ability, so as to achieve the effect of changing the secret puppet potion.

If you have such an opportunity to play, you may not need to wait for the second tarot meeting, and you will be able to complete the digestion in these days......

Crane turned his palm slightly, the extraordinary properties of the "sophist" promised by the true creator had been lying on the gray mist, and Crane was also ready to exchange the merits he had accumulated in the Night Church for the auxiliary materials for promotion to demigod.

At most, two weeks later, Leonard, who went to the Church of the Night to help get materials, and by the way, Leonard, who was promoted to Sequence 5 "Spirit Witch", would return from the Northern Continent, and at that time, Crane could try to hunt down Ince Zangwill or the demigods of the Rose School to try to complete his promotion ceremony.

"Isn't that the best?" The high-dimensional lookdown raised his eyebrows, and his tone changed slightly to seriousness:

"But now I feel that the situation in the Southern Continent is not optimistic, and there is already a tendency to transform into the abyss."

"The abyss?" Klein's tone was a little heavier - on the way here, he also saw that the "evil" here was emerging, and there was more or less heavy desire and malice in the eyes of those ordinary people.

Klein speculated that it might have something to do with the "Mother Tree of Desire", but he didn't think of this level - he wanted to spread his pollution to the earth, so that it would become a real "abyss on the earth"?

Indeed, the colonized people here have unstoppable evil thoughts in their hearts - this is the hatred of the colonizers and the dissatisfaction with the oppressed status quo, this is the best breeding ground for evil gods......

"Is there anything that can be done to stop this conversion?"

"Yes, you can kill the Mother Tree of Desire—but you can't." The high-dimensional overlooking man said leisurely:

"Unfortunately, this transformation is irreversible. Unless this place is washed again by another essentia - there is no old day on Earth at the moment, and not even the 'true Creator' can cleanse the abyss that belongs to the 'Demon King'. ”

The high-dimensional overlooker's tone paused slightly:

"This can only be prevented, not completely eliminated, and you can only hope that the aurora will be able to seize more land on this side more quickly, and set up the corresponding ritual magic. Otherwise, the spread of the abyss will start from the north and erode towards the south little by little. ”

"After all, this is a war."

——

"yes, it's a war ......"

Klein whispered to himself:

"I don't want to be such a cold-blooded and merciless extraordinary, such a divine creature. Like Ince Zangwill, who completely renounced his faith and humanity in order to embark on the path of divinity, and eventually became a slave to potions. ”

"But can I change that?"

"Let me have a sequence of five, to participate in the reckoning between the gods?"

Hour late (@o@***)

Some Kavin today, I'm so sorry!

One question, because the previous "actor" has been changed to "opera singer" and cassava sequence to make a distinction, these two paths can't be named with the name of sequence nine, but the three words of sequence 0 I don't feel very smooth, so I ask everyone's opinion:

The first option is named after sequence 0, which is the "Breaker" pathway and the "Zeroer" pathway

The second option: use the name of sequence 1 instead, that is, the "painter" path and the "ending" path

You can share your specific thoughts here

(End of chapter)