The gray-yellow Grand Canyon is covered with layers of gray fog, and there is no trace of green in sight.
If you look down from the air, you can only see an ordinary scenery, with yellow ground and mottled rocks.
However, if you fall down, you will find that this place has become a huge construction site.
On the rock walls on both sides, there were many people wielding pickaxes and digging caves.
While digging, someone was complaining.
"What a shame, we can obviously use a machine to drill the hole, why do we have to dig it out bit by bit with our hands?"
"That's right, let's put a few blast holes first, and then we can get on the drilling rig. Isn't it more efficient than this?"
Just as the voice of complaint appeared, two whips sounded, followed by the screams of the complainers.
"ah……"
"Idiot, handwork can only show your sincerity, you stupid humans!"
A gray monkey held up a whip and jumped up and down while talking.
"Isn't this your own definition as humans? Handicrafts are works of art. Things made by machines are all insincere garbage. Only those made by hand have greater value."
Another red monkey followed and laughed.
When the workers saw this, they all dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. As worshipers and followers of the shadows, they were sent here, and then they have been working hard here in the name of building the city of shadows.
They were still full, but the work was too tiring, and the supervisors were not human beings, but beasts, who ridiculed and insulted them every day.
Apart from the coolies on the rock walls, the bottom of the canyon is also very busy.
There is also no modern construction machinery there. It looks like a construction site in the feudal era, with a person or anomaly working hard to carry materials and lay the foundation.
Obviously, this is to build a city by hand as a sacrifice to the Shadow Lord.
"You lazy fools, work quickly. Only by working hard now can you be forgiven on the Day of Judgment!"
The foremen and supervisors worked hard to drive the coolies.
And the words in their mouths are obviously not empty lies, but actual facts.
The people and monsters who came here to do hard work all saw the dark sun that day. Who is not afraid?
A man with dark skin was working hard to dig the foundation, digging out the rough sand and gravel from the ground. When the digging reached a certain depth, it was time for human stones to be rolled onto the ground.
While he was working hard, suddenly a stone knocked down from the rock walls on both sides fell from the sky and hit him.
The man said nothing and died on the spot.
The whole process was actually not short. There was a wild wolf supervisor next to him. The other party completely captured the trajectory of the stone, but still allowed the man to be killed.
"Look, this is what happens if you don't work hard. He is punished by the God of Shadows!" The wild wolf supervisor took the opportunity to threaten.
The faces of the coolies working nearby changed, and they were filled with fear.
What frightened them even more was that the dead coolie was eaten alive by the wild wolf overseer without anyone even collecting the body.
Not just fear, but despair.
"How long will it take for this hard labor to end?"
"If I had known this, it would be better to stay in the original castle. You must know that we are also third-level physical practitioners after all!"
"Yes, working hard every day, not getting any rest, and being killed by various accidents is clearly hell."
Many coolies whispered, their hearts filled with regret.
They are afraid of the coming of shadows and the appearance of the dark sun, so they are tempted by the shadow worshipers and drawn here. However, what they get is not salvation, but hard labor with no end in sight.
At this time, there was a group of cloaked men standing on the cliff, who seemed to be the people in charge of building the city, looking down.
They looked at the chattering coolies below, and some people couldn't help but sneer: "What a bunch of idiots, they haven't created the real hell yet."
"Yes, if these guys understand that they are building hell for themselves, I think their expressions will be very funny."
"There are already a group of guys whose negative emotions accumulated in their hearts have reached a critical point. They can be pulled down to practice specifically. Once they reach the fifth level, they can be slaughtered."
"In this case, the Great Master will definitely be satisfied."
"Yes, our assembly line design has almost been adjusted and is being implemented step by step."
"By the way, I remembered something. Do you remember the new God of Light?"
"He's just a clown, what's there to worry about?"
"Although it is a clown, it can speed up the practice of believers. This is a video about the scene where it gathers believers to practice."
In front of them, a strange scene appeared - a rolling vortex of particles, covering large areas of low-level aberrations.
It was obvious that those strange creatures were cultivating crazily, with traces of light flashing from time to time on their bodies.
Several men in cloaks looked at it carefully, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"To be able to gather so many ordinary particles together for these ordinary monsters to absorb, this clown is really quite capable. No wonder it dares to make such a banner and wants to challenge the Shadow Lord."
"You said, wouldn't it be better if we snatched away its ability and used it on our materials?"
"That's right. Ordinary particles are generators that can convert life energy into particle energy, and their emotions can determine the properties of particle energy. As long as those aberrations are replaced with the materials we prepared,
Get the particle energy we want."
The people in the cloaks were very excited. This new discovery made them uncontrollably excited.
"However, after all, the opponent exists in the particle world and cannot be easily shaken by us. It is better to report the news to the adults."
"No, if we report it, we won't get much credit, and we may even be silenced by the adults. These adults definitely don't want us latecomers to steal the favor of the Shadow Master."
"Yes, this is the reason why I discussed it with you but did not report it to you." The cloaked man who provided the video, a middle-aged man with a pale face, said immediately.
"You did a great job, No. 17. Let's get this done first and grasp the core joints. Even if the big shots want to kill us, we will have to be careful." Another cloaked man immediately praised.
"That's right, it's just to provide information. They can do it without us. If we do it first, we don't have to worry about being abandoned."
"But here's the problem. If we don't tell the adults, we don't have the ability to complete this matter." Some people are making excuses.
If you report it, your credit will be taken away. If you don't report it, you won't be able to accomplish it. If you don't do anything, who will be willing to do it?
The world of shadows is even more cruel. If you don't climb up, you can only struggle in despair and fear. Only by climbing to a high position can you have the possibility of enjoyment. Otherwise, you can only create hell and chains for yourself like the stupid coolies below.
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Just like those stupid mortals who were dragged to death together and thought they were living together.