Chapter 314 Postwar City

The fighting in the city seems to be over.

A group of people ran out of the underground passage of Shadow Demon Castle, climbed to the last remaining broken tower of the castle and looked towards the city. They can still see thick smoke billowing on the streets, the smell of blood and the smell of war smoke. It has not dissipated completely, but the shouts of killing have calmed down. The space channels opened by the demon hunters and the light beams left behind by guiding large-scale spells when they tried to destroy the city have disappeared. From a distance, you can only see vaguely. Some people were cleaning the battlefield on the streets, and some heavily armed city guards were patrolling the streets.

Hesiana quickly turned on the intercom: "Duncan! How is the situation?"

"Mistress? Mistress, are you okay?!" A surprised voice came from the other end of the intercom, "Great, we just heard that you went to hunt down Beshemos..."

Hesiana looked up to the sky and laughed: "Nonsense, how can it be wrong for me to take action personally? By the way, the demon hunter has withdrawn its troops?"

"Yes, yes," Duncan replied hurriedly, "The demon hunters suddenly retreated just now... Maybe they found that there were too many city guards and ancient ones. They were afraid of too many battle losses after losing the advantage of the surprise attack. Home here Everything is fine on the other side...there are some casualties, but not too bad.”

Hesiana explained a few words to her men, and got a general understanding of the situation when the demon hunters retreated. She hung up the communication and made an incomprehensible expression on the people around her. Vivian turned around, grabbed a small bat, and hit Beshemos on the head: "Tell me, what is the devil hunter's intention? Don't say you don't know!"

Hao Ren covered his face and looked at the little bat thrown out by Vivian. He suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the way this girl used his bat... But he turned around and looked at the data terminal on his shoulder, and he felt that there was something wrong with the way the girl used his bat... There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the method of use.

Anyway, the two people seem to be gradually synchronizing in some habits.

Bessamos's face was gloomy, and the successive blows made him feel mentally and physically exhausted. At this time, he stopped saying harsh words, and stopped making gestures. He just sighed feebly: "Ahem... they discovered the Holy Artifact of Origin. The signal disappeared, so of course they withdrew, after all, they came for the holy weapon."

"Are they here for the Holy Artifact of Origin?" Hao Ren raised his eyebrows. He had never thought about this before. "You told the demon hunters about the Holy Artifact? You would rather tell them than tell the people in the city. Others? Are you out of your mind?"

Beshemos's eyes were red, but he just snorted and said nothing. However, Hao Ren had already figured out what this seemingly harmless but actually crazy old guy had planned in the first place: he had never thought about being with anyone. Sharing the secret of the sacred artifact of origin, whether it is the demon hunter or his alien "compatriots", they are just props that he uses to consume each other. He leaked the news to the witcher and agreed with the latter to open the door to the sanctuary at a certain moment, in order to plunge the entire city into chaos after snatching the door keys from the two vampire families, allowing Hesiana and The Lucas family had no time for him, and he even made up his mind to burn the city to the ground to stall for time - because he had no intention of staying here in the first place.

Beshemos plans to return to the Dream Plane through the Origin Sacred Artifact. By then, the floods on the earth will have nothing to do with him.

To be honest, if you change the script and make a cunning and well-strategic guy like him, you will definitely succeed, but who knows that the real world never follows the script - who knew that ancient artifacts also need instructions! Moreover, Beshemoth also confused the function of the Origin Artifact...

But thinking of this, Hao Ren suddenly touched his chin and muttered: "Perhaps there really is an 'Origin Sacred Artifact' that can open the door. The aliens more than 10,000 years ago were sent by that thing... Beshemos just It’s just bad luck and I just admitted my mistake.”

Lily's ears perked up: "What did you say, landlord?"

Hao Ren pinched Lily's pointed ears: "I said your ears are really sorry for your bloodline!"

After saying these words, he ignored Lily's jumping up and down protest and walked forward, leaving Lily behind with a blushing face, touching her ears and shouting: "I just didn't pay attention! Landlord, what did you just say? What! What on earth did you say just now..."

Although the demon hunters have retreated, this ancient sanctuary is already riddled with holes. Castles and palaces with hundreds or even thousands of years of history are creaking with smoke, and the luxurious bungalows of the Vampires have been bombed. The ground is covered with rubble, and the reliefs and stone statues on both sides of the street are lying on the ground. There are potholes everywhere in the streets in the city. Undried blood accumulates in these potholes, making it difficult to walk in some areas. The blood is black and red, even mixed with strange brilliance of other colors. They come from various races, vampires, werewolves, half-demon, and of course, demon hunters - the strange pool of blood, the bloody smell that is so rich that it makes people sick, and The tragic scene of the city collapsing and corpses strewn everywhere, these things are intertwined, turning this place into a strange scene of hell.

Perhaps this is the cycle of cause and effect, whether it is retribution or irony, in short everything is in a cycle. Human beings thousands of years ago lived in fear in their cities, only because of the whim of some alien "god" They would encounter catastrophe, and thousands of years later, these alien "gods" lived in shelters under the shadows, and they also suffered everything they are today because of the ambition of a crazy old man. The ancients guarding the city looked at everything in ruins before them. Did the nearly completely destroyed shelter and corpses everywhere remind them of the same burning human city-states thousands of years ago?

No one can tell clearly, and no one wants to tell clearly.

Hao Ren felt a little emotional. He was now more and more able to understand the profound meaning of some of the words Raven 12345 said to him: As a prosecutor, you must have the position of a prosecutor. You can act in certain personal actions. They have their own ideas and stand with certain forces or races, but in the face of the overall situation, the censor must be separated from any force. You can't let yourself get stuck in one party, because the deeper you get stuck, the more embarrassing your situation will be.

The nature of the examiner's task determines that they always have to look at the overall situation and pay attention to everything about a race from ancient times to modern times. In the long history, in the eyes of a bystander, most races are not always cute, nor are they always lovely. Always hateful.

Hao Ren shook his head and continued walking towards the Hesiana family residence. This group of people received a lot of surprised looks on the road. The main reason was that there was a five- to six-meter-tall lava demon following at the back of the group. Yzaks's mighty figure was even walking in a strange city. It’s also a sight to see, and what’s even more beautiful is that he still has a half-dead old man tucked under his arm...

Hao Ren turned his head and glanced at Yzaks, dumbfounded to see this giant demon trying to tiptoe behind the team with small steps, his big feet stepping on the ground like a drum: "Aren't you tired from walking like this? "

Yzaks smiled and his voice rumbled: "I'm afraid I'll step on you when I step forward, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control this guy when I return to my human form - even though he looks quite honest on the outside, he's actually quite noisy."

Bessamos was shocked: "How do you know I'm transporting power?!"

Yzaks laughed happily: "Sixteen brave men and twenty-eight pure-blooded demons who are slightly bigger than you have been trapped under my armpits! Just take a breath and I will know which rib you are on." Work hard, I advise you to be honest, otherwise I will teach you another lesson..."

Hao Ren's forehead was sweating. For the first time, he knew that Y'zaks had a bad habit of killing people with his armpits during battles. How miserable must it be for those who died at his hands?

Nangong Wuyu changed back to human form early because she was unwilling to let her beautiful belly scales rub against the blood flowing on the street. Many corpses on the street had been taken away by their respective families, but the blood stained Still remaining, the siren girl frowned and couldn't help muttering to herself: "It's so miserable..."

Hesiana also frowned, sniffed hard and smacked her lips: "What a waste..."

Hao Ren: "...?"

"So many..." Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Hesiana spoke again to attract Vivian's attention. She also quietly rubbed her little steps towards a pothole full of blood next to her. Damn, "What a waste, what a waste..."

Vivian glared at her: "No! At least you should be more reserved at this time!"

Hesiana said with a sad face: "Then... I can use a straw, right?"

Vivian slapped her on the head: "I asked you to be more reserved!"

Hesiana lowered her head: "I'm just curious about what the demon hunter's blood tastes like..."

Hao Ren finally understood what was going on. He looked at Hesiana with a horrified look on his face. Seeing this, Vivian smiled helplessly at him: "Do you understand? This is the cultural difference."

Hao Ren nodded vigorously!