Chapter 787 The Great Witch is never the savior (two updates!)
Sigi Freka space station
As a transit station connecting many dimensions, the Sigi Freka Space Station welcomed a new, rather special guest today.
The snake spirit Natan suppressed the instinctive trembling from the depths of his soul. He lowered his head and slid stiffly into the deep shadow in front of him.
Even if he didn't raise his head, or even if he raised his head, he could not see it in the high sky, Natan could feel the hot and dangerous gaze like a star.
It has been working on this space station for some years and has also encountered some unusual guests.
But right now, this is obviously beyond the experience and understanding of Snake Spirit...
Fortunately, the other party was probably aware of their pressure and did not focus too much on them.
"Good afternoon, sir, I would like to know if it is possible to go to Honoraro from here, which is also known as the 'Scarlet Crown'."
A woman wearing a luxurious robe but with a haggard face asked the snake spirit in front of her.
Natan quickly flipped through the manual in front of him, and with the power of consciousness, it began to search for itself.
But soon, this seemingly endless reading stopped.
Natan looked at the information above, and then said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, madam, I think you probably come from another, more 'lonely' timeline."
"In the parallel timeline we are currently in contact with, this plane has been destroyed."
After the woman heard this, her expression became even worse.
She wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and paused for a while, but she just said thank you to the snake spirit.
She doesn't need to ask about the reason for the destruction of the plane.
When she appeared in that city filled with endless evil and madness, she should have known what happened to her world...
And this woman right now is also a microcosm of the large number of slaves who have been rescued in the space station at this moment.
Demons are not devils. Most of the time, they do not capture those high-value slaves with such purpose.
Instead, he was captured for various reasons on the way to launching violent destruction.
To put it simply, a large part of these slaves are the products of the demonic invasion war.
And their home has most likely been reduced to scorched earth.
Everyone is waiting anxiously.
Waiting for the snake spirit to call them in front of them, and then use extremely familiar techniques to give them "trial" in a short enough time...
The collision of ecstasy and stagnant heart is the impermanence given by the twists and turns of fate...
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Yi Xia stared quietly at the slaves below who exuded different emotions.
They include humans and aliens.
Some have graceful figures, while others have ferocious temperaments.
Under most of their rather embarrassed appearances, they all maintained more or less the atmosphere of a once good situation.
According to the high-level demon warlocks, these slaves are the last stocks of those demon merchants.
For other beings, they may be hesitant about the overall value of such a large number of slaves with sufficient value.
If it can be kept by the merchants of Demon City and arranged in space, its value is beyond doubt.
Coupled with such a huge number, its temptation for most extraordinary beings is real.
From this aspect, this is also the feedback from a certain high-level demon warlock to Yi Xia.
But obviously, she still underestimated the great witch's knowledge of wealth...
In other words, in the great wizard's perception, there is something purer than simple interests.
"Please guide our path, great giant..."
"We...have nowhere to go..."
And just as some slaves were making their final thanks and farewells to Yi Xia, other slaves gathered and ran to Yi Xia's feet.
They shouted sadly.
Before encountering this tragedy, most of them had a rather superior, even noble social status in their native environment.
That is a gift given to them by the unique power flowing in their blood or spirituality.
However, this trait that once brought them all glory and wealth also brought corresponding disasters.
After experiencing the cruel baptism of the Devil's City, these former nobles temporarily or permanently lost the calmness and calmness that belonged to the superiors.
They called Yi Xia, but did not receive a response immediately.
Yi Xia stared at them with eyes filled with endless fire.
Pretending in confusion, escaping in panic...
Under the scorching gaze that almost seemed to reflect purgatory, everything that was false or external was stripped away.
Yi Xia looked at these souls that were either curled up or seemed to be gradually waking up.
They did not belong to his civilization, nor were they the group he was sworn to protect.
Yi Xia naturally does not have a noble plot like a saint.
It's just that Yi Xia is willing to help the creatures in such a situation.
For example, give them a traveling fee, and if they are willing and their hometown has not been destroyed, they can go home by themselves.
If not, just choose one from the list of good and lawful civilizations that accommodate alien intelligent life provided by the space station and settle there.
As for wanting more?
Yi Xia looked away from those slaves. He was ready to return to earth.
Before that, he had signed a contract with the space station here:
He will pay all the transportation costs for these slaves when they return or settle in other civilizations.
This is not due to some emotions towards these slaves, but based on Yi Xia's moral and cognitive performance after being educated in his own civilization.
As for what these slaves would think of this - whether they were grateful or therefore disgusted, the Great Witch didn't care at all.
In this way, in the commotion, the overwhelming and deep shadow suddenly disappeared.
The cold light of the bright starlight shines down from outside, something that can never be touched in the City of Demons.
However, even with such cherished light, the slaves lying on the ground did not feel any warmth or bright feedback.
They raised their heads blankly, trying to find that majestic figure in the deep starry sky.
However, they only saw a void universe...
So, after a certain uncontrollable cry, there was another noisy scene...
Snake Spirit Natan looked at the scene in front of him, and to be honest, he was a little at a loss.
Fortunately, the cold life of a snake spirit prevents it from looking so panicked.
And just when Snake Spirit was thinking about whether to call the next person.
It saw the woman who knew her home had been destroyed and walked over again.
Snake Spirit-Natan thought she wanted to get a sure and cruel answer from herself again - just like some people who were crying bitterly.
However, Snake Spirit Natan only heard a quiet inquiry: