Chapter 292 Wingless Bat, Curse of Time, Kingdom of Shadows (8)
Wow!
The arrival of the mad swordsman was like dropping a heavy bomb in the slums, and the dense sea of people began to billow like the flames in the center of the simple arena in front of them.
Gently flicking away the blood beads, the sword's blade regained its luster, and Yun Fan put the rapier into its scabbard.
Many intelligence dealers in the inner circle squeezed out as hard as they could, weaving in and out of the crowd. They were eager to be one step ahead of their peers and sell the information to various forces in order to get a good price.
And more peripherally, there are faces full of curiosity. These outsiders from the area around Ansel City are like sharks smelling blood, and they can't wait to see the face of this duel legend.
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The locals sat calmly on the spot, and the gambling boss counted the bills in his hand proudly, looking up from time to time to look at the situation in front of him. Compared to the crazy swordsman, these guys who have never seen the world are more capable of becoming them.
The joy in the eyes.
Of course, there is also some malicious snooping and malice mixed in. There is no shortage of smart fools in this world. There are thieves who think they have perfect stealing skills and robbers who rely on the strength of their numbers to target the master and servant.
A man's sword and clothing.
And what will be their fate...
After drawing his sword and cutting off the right leg of the twenty-eighth thief, Tic finally escorted Armand out.
"Your Excellency, Mad Swordsman, I have long admired your name! I come from Duel Ground No. 42 in the East. I wonder if you can come here tonight..."
A man with a face that resembled a mouse, with sweat on his forehead, respectfully handed over the invitation to the duel.
But before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly squeezed away by another man next to him.
"No! Sir Crazy Swordsman, their dueling ground is not very profitable. Why don't you come and take a look at our sixth dueling ground in the south? Our place is..."
Tik always stands in front of the strangers like an iron tower. These guys in front of him are spies from various dueling venues. Such people are everywhere in the slums. They often wander around various low-level dueling venues or
Outside the opponent's duel arena, in order to discover and win over those fledgling potential stocks and famous duel stars.
These usually arrogant characters turned into lapdogs here. Tik looked around and found many familiar faces.
After some screening, Tik only accepted a few invitations from top dueling venues. At this time, he suddenly discovered that His Excellency the Prince seemed to have been silent for a long, long time.
Tik looked back and saw His Excellency the Prince standing in the muddy water on the street, watching several carriages slowly approaching from the long street at the other end.
"It's those divine messengers! They're here again!"
An old man with a sallow complexion shouted loudly. The surging crowd was several times bigger than before. The escapees surrounded the carriages, making it difficult for them to move.
"Holy Holy See?" Hearing the title of God's Envoy, Tik frowned imperceptibly, with disgust on his face, "But this pattern... doesn't look like their style."
Unlike the Holy See, these vehicles are not engraved with holy crosses or icons of certain saints, but rather strange patterns like rolling mountains.
"Where did these people come from?" Yunfan asked without looking back.
"They are caravans from the outside world. Sir Mad Swordsman, I wonder if you have heard of them. By the way, you are welcome to be our guest at our dueling ground."
A clever young man took two steps forward.
"These merchants are very mysterious. They came here only after the horrific disaster that destroyed the towns around Ansel City spread. It is simply unimaginable! How did they get here! This group of people carried countless
Clean food, water, and all kinds of supplies.”
The young man pointed to the simple tent on the roadside and the firewood next to the fire.
"They've been distributing food like this for several days, but it doesn't seem to have any impact on their supplies, it's like a steady stream of water."
"..."
Call!
The coachman reined in the reins, and the person sitting inside the carriage revealed his true face.
"quiet!"
A group of guards in black cloaks cleared the area of several meters, and at the same time, the front curtain of a carriage was opened.
This gentle voice seemed to be an irresistible command, and the crowd that was still shouting suddenly fell silent. The man stood in the center wrapped in a black robe, with a faint purple light shining under the hood of the cloak.
"Everyone!" He waved his arms and his voice was unusually friendly, "I think everyone has suffered too much during this time."
"Too many people had to leave their hometowns. You abandoned your property and your houses. Along the way, most of you even lost your closest lovers and parents."
"It's all that damn disaster!"
"But arriving at Ansel City is not the end, children, this will not be your eternal haven."
"Behind that disaster lies the deep malice of an evil god. It is constantly expanding, conquering, and bringing a lot of death! Its greed can never be satisfied. It is bound to devour the entire world!"
"Another demagogic preacher." Upon hearing this, Tik cursed in a low voice.
Such situations are not uncommon. Every time there is a natural or man-made disaster, there will always be some small sects spawned from the sewers trying to absorb believers in an attempt to expand. But in the end, they are not controlled by the Holy See, the largest force in Ansel City.
To exterminate means to be slaughtered to death by the century-old blood dynasty of Lesenba. Or, these small sects have already taken the lead in becoming the werewolves before they could grow enough to be taken seriously by the Holy See or the blood dynasty.
rations.
No force will allow others to undermine the stability of its own territory.
"And my Lord will bring you ultimate liberation and eternal peace."
"Everything around us will eventually be destroyed by the vicious god. And across oceans and continents, we have witnessed countless disasters caused by it swallowing up the world!"
"Pray to our Lord, use up your piety and enthusiasm, and offer Him everything you cherish, so that you can escape from this endless suffering."
As he spoke, the attendants around him began to take out food from the carriage and distribute it.
"Pray, pray..."
The divine envoy walked out of the protective circle of his attendants. The refugee who was given the black bread swallowed his saliva, but still suppressed his hunger and knelt on the ground singing songs in praise of God.
Yun Fan stared at the divine envoy intently. Around his body, wisps of extremely small, almost broken black lines caught his attention.
【Armand discovered the goal of this trip.】
[But the lines this time are different from the past. If the black lines before were like coagulated blood clots, then this time they are fresh, healthy human flesh. 】
[Since his birth, Armand has never had such a strong urge to thirst for blood. 】
Buzz!
The instinctive reaction of the Blood Prince's body made the stranger tremble all over.
The world in front of him began to be stained with blood, his stomach spasmed crazily, saliva was secreted in large quantities, and every inch of his nerves seemed to have been thirsty for a century, calling for fresh blood.
Yun Fan hurriedly lowered his head and moved the tip of his tongue against the bulging sharp teeth. As half of his tongue was cut open, a stream of sweet sweet water appeared in his mouth.
A black shadow suddenly approached from the front.
Yunfan raised his head, and the divine messenger appeared in his field of vision.
"Hello, crazy swordsman." The divine messenger leaned down and put his face close to him, "Are you interested in becoming a believer of my lord?"
Gudu!
After swallowing a large mouthful of blood, Yunfan looked in the direction of the god's envoy. Their eyes met in the air: "Your god? What is its name?"
He was serious and his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Well, my Lord has too many names to count."
"You can call it..."
"A great sin."
Under the hood, a scar on the left face of the God Envoy was flowing with a rich purple-black light.