363

After eating a few bites of desserts in spirit, Edward left the alley in a good mood. The people who wanted to silence and those who were silenced became silent corpses in the depths of the darkness, until they rot into mud.

It seemed that it was afternoon now, and the specific time was unknown. Edward blocked his hand in front of him, found a clothing store that looked pretty good and walked in.

He made a fool of himself and entered the store selling customized formal clothes. Although it seemed a little worse than what he usually wore, there was no problem in responding to the emergency. In the locker room, Edward changed into a newly bought shirt and dark vest, and then carefully looked at the torn clothes he had changed.

This shirt that was soaked in his own blood and had been in a secret place for a long time had shown the characteristics of a seal, but it did not show any useful ability at present. There are only uses of "will make people who see this dress have evil thoughts and kill each other", "can't take off after putting it on", "eating all the people wearing clothes at one bite" and other useless negative effects. The only thing that may be considered positive is "to learn some evil spells without a teacher when wearing it". However, the sequence is too low, and it is generally below 5, and even the filthy words cannot be used. There are only some deteriorated curse and summoning techniques, which are very useless.

Edward thought for a moment, cut the useless clothes into pieces, burned the scraps, and made the useful parts into several high-quality demonic pathway talismans.

Leaving the locker room, He asked the tailor who was measuring the shape of the guest, “How long does it take to get ready-to-wear out?”

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

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

Half an hour later, Edward's deposit decreased by fifty pounds, changed into a brand new outfit, and left the store with his newly bought cane.

He had figured out the time and place now - and, as expected, he had come to the sea, and on an island near the Southern Continent, within the bounds of the Rothed Islands, but he was still a distance from Baiyam.

The first time I came out of the secret town, Edward didn't know whether he was going out to teleport randomly, or whether the goddess of night threw herself into this place. If it were the latter, perhaps this was a very obvious warning, warning herself not to get close to Beckland.

Then why don’t you go to the Southern Continent to stay for a while?

Well, actually, it’s not necessary to go to Beckland, right? Since the goddess of night doesn’t want to go by herself, then just pinch her clone?

“Speaking of it…”

Edward pressed his temple, his tone was somewhat subtle: "Why are there many people chanting my name recently? But it seems that it is not entirely mine. Some sentences are mine, some sentences are someone else's, but they all point to a certain 'abyss'... I always feel that I am chanting that Belia... Forget it, let me see the content of the prayer."

The secret town cannot communicate with the spiritual world, so it cannot conduct spiritual world teleportation, divination or accept prayers.

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

However, it is already very abnormal to have 99 messages. The number of daily prayers should be only single digits, at most double digits. Even the person in charge of the East District who has seen me and has cooperated a little bit often only prays. Why did so many people suddenly send messages to me, a idle evil god who has few believers and basically does not respond to prayers?

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

"The Great Angel of the Abyss..."

Crying, sobs, and tears falling into the soil, Edward stood up slightly. There were such sounds in the ten prayers five times, and there were three sounds of swords in the background sound, accompanied by occasional gunfire, and the source of the prayers seemed to be quite far from where he was now.

"The great angel, the monarch of the dark land, stares at the eyes of the creatures, please, please, please save my family!"

Edward bought a skewer and found a street seat to eat it without paying attention to the image.

"Please help my friend..."

“…Please punish those evil people…”

The meat of the skewers is very average, with a bite of dry taste, lacking elasticity and grease. The seasonings are remarkable, but not to taste. After Edward took a few bites, he picked out the rest and threw it to the stray dog ​​who was wandering around his feet and wagging his tail.

Judging from the vague prayer scene, it seems that there are many people, including men and women, and most of them are spontaneously secretly praying rather than collective rituals. I don’t know where these believers come from.

Moreover, the content of the prayer has nothing to do with his authority, so Edward simply listens to it as a background music.

Even because they did not respond at all, some people in these prayers simply talked a lot after the prayers, as if they were not aware that they were establishing connections with the evil gods, but instead regarded this honorific name as a spiritual sustenance, and said something to themselves from time to time.

"It seems to be in the southern continent... It's not surprising that my reputation is spread there, but some of the clips are - oh, was it because after I was eaten by Belia, some special points fell on me? For example, that 'Grand Duke'?"

That's not surprising. If it weren't for the demon family, these suddenly extra believers would have been cramming and seeking medical treatment in a hurry. I guess something happened there again.

Just like when I destroyed five cities in the Southern Continent hundreds of years ago, there were ordinary people from other cities who didn’t know the truth but had a little understanding of mysticism who regarded themselves as a symbol of disaster, compiled some names and prayed in hopes that this power could be brought to the Northern Continent.

The prayer was played automatically without any rush. When we arrived at the latest, there were actually many relatively calm voices mixed in crying and complaining - they could at least finish their prayer without sobbing.

Edward finally distinguished more details of these sounds: there were men and women, and only listening to the sound was not very old, about 20 or 30 years old, and he was still in his youth and middle-aged mankind, but his voice was full of intense emotions such as hatred, and not many young people should be alive.

"The great angel...if you really exist, can you give me strength..."

This seemed to be a collective prayer. Because these voices were all chanting the same sentence, only slightly different in terms of the content of their prayers. These young people said in a voice without any emotional fluctuations: "I am willing to believe in you devoutly and sacrifice you with flesh and blood. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you. I ask you to give me the power of revenge..."

Finally there was a prayer that I was interested in.

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

Edward answered the phone with great interest.

The young men and women hiding in the cave prayed secretly suddenly felt a chill, and panic and uneasy appeared in their hearts, as if they were facing the guns of people from the North Mainland, or walking alone in the jungle, and occasionally turned their heads but met the beast behind them.

Someone screamed, and everyone woke up from the prayer state and found that the candle flames placed on the higher stone platform as a simple altar turned blue quietly. The cold wind blew, and the temperature seemed to drop by ten degrees. Goosebumps all over their bodies, as if it was a sign that they gathered together quickly and looked around vigilantly.

"It's not that prayer has responded, right?" One of the young men rubbed his arms nervously and said nervously, "Didn't this name never be answered by evil...well, great existence has ever responded to it?"

"Isn't it better to have a response? We have no one to ask for help now."

"Yes, everyone knows when praying that this is the legendary demon! If we can gain strength, even if it is a demon, I will praise it a few words!"

One of them was not afraid at all, but just swallowed nervously. He bravely approached the altar and was surprised to find that the simple offerings were burned to ashes. In the dark blue candlelight, these ashes formed the Dutan language of the Bailang Empire:

"Pour your murderous intent and hatred on them."

"Teach their lives to exchange for strength from me."

The cold air rushed up his back. Several people who were close to each other saw these two sentences at a glance. They looked at each other and saw the fear, excitement, and ecstasy in each other's eyes.

The anxious young man saw that the others gathered near the altar, so he had to bite the bullet and lean over. As soon as he saw these two lines of words, he couldn't help but worry: "Every time the Governor goes out, he will bring dozens of bodyguards, and some people with special abilities like the generals in the Resistance Army. How could we kill him?"

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

"We don't need to attack the governor." Someone said, "This god didn't say he had to kill them, right? We can teach the bullies in the town a lesson..."

Another voice retorted: "The above said, they should trade their lives for strength."

The tone of the man just now immediately weakened: "Can it be the gods who do it themselves? I don't want to kill someone..."

"Why don't you want to kill people!" the girl said loudly, "Those people rely on their good relationship with officials in the North Mainland, and they have almost sold out all the people in the town! I am the only one left in my family. You dare not take action, I will kill him!"

After saying that, the girl wiped the corners of her eyes hard and ran outside with big strides. The people around her quickly grabbed her:

"Calm down, what if this is a scam!"

"Yes, if we kill government officials, we will all be executed!"

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

...

These young people were quarreling in a mess, but in the end they did not come to any conclusions. However, as companions who prayed to the evil gods together, they tacitly cleared all the remaining traces in the cave before leaving, and burned and buried all the items on the spot.

They handled the items silently, with their own thoughts. They did not speak any further until they left this hidden cave and dispersed their heads.

Several of them quietly broke the unburned candle and carefully put it in their arms.

364

Lightning gradually subsided, and darkness became the master of the earth.

After a short but not short trek and scattered battles, the exploration team of Silver City finally arrived at their destination.

With the help of the unreachable light of the animal skin lantern, Derrick Berg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall, and saw the streets with rags but not even a weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses collapsed, and only a few were barely supported, but the surface was mottled and filled with dust of time.

The coating with white and blue as the main tone, the spire building structures different from the Silver City are already dark, making it hard to imagine what they originally looked like.

However, Derick can use this to see the past of this city. It must have experienced a long period of time, with a considerable number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark era.

The humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend city walls, and explore outwards, hunt monsters, and find resources necessary for survival.

They will celebrate in a short period of stability, worship gods, desire to be responded, and give birth to the next generation, allowing hope to continue.

However, they were eventually destroyed in the darkness, lost all their voices, leaving only a ruin.

This ruin is like a huge grave, burying a civilization that has been hard to survive but has disappeared in despair.

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

He pointed to the front and said:

“The rest of the place has been cleaned up.”

“That temple is in the middle of the city.”

The exploration team scattered slightly, but remained in sufficient order and did not relax their guard against the surroundings.

After walking through one ruin after another that had been destroyed for unknown amounts of time, and walking through one street after another that was so quiet that it was manic that Derick finally saw a wide platform made of pure artificial.

Above the high platform, there is a semi-collapsed building, which is very similar to the temple of Baiyin City. They all have stone pillars supporting the dome and arches to create a gate.

The style of the other buildings here is completely different. It is indeed the "fallen creator" who was later converted to... Just as Derrick flashed through this idea, three of the four lanterns in the team were extinguished at the same time!

Suddenly, most of the exploration team fell into pure darkness, with no lightning in the sky, the ground losing candlelight, and the breathing of humans around them seemed to disappear.

Derrick's body tensed up instantly, and he felt that some monster seemed to stick out his tongue in the darkness and tentatively licking his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing actually appeared.

However, the team of Silver City was well-trained and experienced many battles. They did not panic because of this, but immediately moved close to the only lantern that was still on. The lights were right next to it, feeling the temperature and light. Derrick felt that he was less uneasy. He looked up at the person holding the lantern and found that it was the lucky Wiesen Scalder.

Surprisingly, but only for granted.

He had just completed his promotion not long ago and is now the "Dawn Knight" of Sequence 6, so he was sent to a more dangerous exploration and patrol mission, so he also joined this exploration team.

It is said that he has made correct judgments in several crises in recent dozens of cycles, and has almost made the team avoid the end of the team's destruction. It seems that his good luck is still in play this time.
To be continued...