Chapter 140 Daily Life After Being Released From Prison and Silver City

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After mentally taking a few bites of the dessert, Edward left the alley in a good mood. Those who were to be silenced and those who were silenced became silent and mutilated corpses in the depths of darkness, making no sound until they rotted into mud.

It seemed to be afternoon now, and the specific time was still unknown. Edward covered his eyes with his hands, found a clothing store that looked good, and walked in.

He made a disguise for himself and entered this shop selling customized formal wear. Although it looks a bit different from what I usually wear, it's okay for emergencies. In the dressing room, Edward put on the newly bought shirt and dark vest, and then carefully looked at the tattered clothes he had changed out of.

This shirt, soaked in his own blood and still staying in a secret place for a long time, has shown the characteristics of a sealed object, but it currently does not show any useful abilities. There are only useless negative effects such as "it will make people who see this dress have evil thoughts and kill each other", "it will make it impossible to take it off", "it will eat up the person wearing it in one bite", the only one The only thing that may be considered a positive effect is "teaching some evil spells without a teacher while wearing it", but the sequence is too low, generally below 5, and even dirty words cannot be used, and there are only some degraded curses and summoning spells. Very tasteless.

Edward thought about it for a moment, then cut up the useless piece of clothing, burned the scraps, and made several high-quality demon path charms out of the useful parts.

After leaving the dressing room, He asked the tailor who was measuring the customer's body: "How long does it take to produce ready-made clothes in an urgent manner?"

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

"It's too slow. I won't stay here that long." Edward said, "I want to buy a suit of ready-made clothes with a walking stick."

Half an hour later, Edward's savings were reduced by fifty pounds, he put on a brand new outfit, and left the shop with his newly bought cane.

He has figured out the current time and place - as expected, he is now at sea, and on an island near the southern continent, within the scope of the Rhoside Islands, but still some distance away from Bayam.

It was his first time coming out of a hidden town, and he had little experience. Edward didn't know whether he was randomly teleported when he went out, or whether the goddess of the night had thrown him into this place. If it's the latter, maybe this is an obvious warning, warning him not to get close to Backlund again.

How about going to the Southern Continent for a while?

Well, it doesn’t actually have to be the main body going to Backlund, right? Since the goddess of the night doesn’t want to go by herself, why don’t she just create a clone?

"Speaking of which..."

Edward pressed his temples, and his tone was a little subtle: "Why are so many people chanting my honorable name recently? But it doesn't seem to be entirely mine. Some of the sentences are mine, and some are others, but they all point to A certain 'Abyss'... I always think he is reciting that Beria... Forget it, let me see the content of the prayer."

The Hidden Town cannot communicate with the spirit world, so it is impossible to teleport, divination or receive prayers.

So after leaving, the prayer message went off like 99+ unread messages.

However, having 99+ messages is already very abnormal. The number of daily prayers should only be in single digits or at most two digits. Even the person in charge of the East District who has met him and had a little cooperation only thinks about it every now and then. Let me pray, why do you, an idle evil god with few followers and little response to prayers, suddenly have so many people sending messages?

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

"The great angel of the abyss..."

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

"Great Angel, Lord of the Deep Dark Land, eyes that look upon all living beings, please, please, please save my family!"

Edward bought a skewer and found a street seat to eat it without paying attention to his appearance.

"Please help my friend..."

"...Please punish those evildoers..."

The meat quality of the kebabs is very average, with a dull texture and lack of elasticity and fat. The seasoning was decent, but not to the taste. After Edward took two bites, he picked out the remaining portion and threw it to the stray dog ​​wandering around his feet wagging its tail.

Judging from the blurry prayer scenes, there seemed to be many individuals, both men and women, and most of them were praying spontaneously and secretly rather than in a collective ceremony. It was unknown where these believers came from.

Moreover, the content of the prayer had nothing to do with his own authority, so Edward simply listened to it as background music.

Even, because they did not respond at all, some people in these prayers simply said a lot after the prayer, as if they did not realize that they were establishing a connection with the evil god, but regarded this honorary name as a soul. Sustenance, and say something on your own from time to time.

"The location seems to be in the southern continent... It's not surprising that my honorable name is spread there, but some of the fragments are-oh, could it be that after Beria was eaten by me, some special directions fell on me? Like the 'Grand Duke'?"

It's not surprising. If it weren't for the Demon Clan, these sudden increase in believers should be temporary treatment and seeking treatment for emergencies. Something must have happened there.

Just like when I destroyed five cities in the Southern Continent hundreds of years ago, there were also ordinary people in other cities who did not know the truth but had some knowledge of mysticism. They regarded themselves as a symbol of disaster, compiled some honorary names and prayed to them. I hope that this kind of power can come to the northern continent.

The prayer played automatically and unhurriedly, and when it came to the latest one, there were actually many relatively calm voices mixed in with the crying and whining - at least they were able to finish their prayers without sobbing.

Edward finally discerned more details about these voices: they were male and female. Just by listening to the voices, they seemed young. They were probably in their twenties or thirties. They were still in the young adulthood of human beings. However, their voices were full of hatred and other intense emotions. , not many young people should be lively.

"Great angel...if you really exist, can you give me power..."

This seems to be a collective prayer. Because these voices are all saying the same sentence, with only slight differences in the content of their prayers. These young people said in voices without any emotion: "I am willing to believe in you devoutly and sacrifice my flesh and blood to you. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you. I ask you to give me the power of revenge..."

Finally a prayer that interests me.

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

Edward answered the call with interest.

The young men and women who were hiding in the cave and praying secretly felt a chill, and panic and uneasiness appeared in their hearts at the same time, as if they were facing the guns of the people in the northern continent, or when they were walking alone in the jungle, they accidentally turned their heads and met someone. The beast behind him met his gaze.

Someone screamed, and everyone woke up from their state of prayer. They found that the candle flames placed on the stone platform on the upper floor as a simple altar quietly turned blue. A cold wind blew, and the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. Goosebumps appeared all over the body, as if this was a sign, they quickly gathered together and looked around warily.

"Isn't it because the prayers are responded to?" One of the young men rubbed his arms anxiously and said nervously, "Didn't it mean that this honorable name has never been... uh, the great being has responded to it?"

"Wouldn't it be best if there was a response? We have no one to turn to now."

"Yes, when we pray, everyone knows that this is the legendary devil! If it can help us gain strength, even if it is a devil, I will praise it!"

One of them wasn't scared at all and just swallowed nervously. He boldly approached the altar and was surprised to find that the simple sacrifices were burned to ashes. In the dim blue candlelight, these ashes formed the Dutan language of the Bailang Empire:

"Pour your murderous intent and hatred upon them."

"Use their lives in exchange for power from me."

Chill ran up his spine. Several people who were close saw these two sentences at a glance. They looked at each other and saw the fear, excitement, and ecstasy of surviving a desperate situation in each other's eyes.

The anxious young man saw that other people had gathered near the altar, so he had no choice but to join in. As soon as he saw these two lines of words, he couldn't help but worry again: "The Governor will bring you with you every time you go out." With dozens of bodyguards and some people with special abilities like the generals in the resistance, how can we possibly kill him?"

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

"We don't need to take action against the governor." Someone else said, "The god didn't say he had to kill them, did he? We can teach the bullies in the town a lesson..."

Another voice retorted: "It said above that their lives must be used in exchange for power."

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

"Why don't you want to kill someone?" the girl said loudly, "Those people have almost sold out all the people in the town relying on their good relationship with the officials in the Northern Continent! I am the only one left in my family, don't you dare do it, I’m going to kill him!”

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

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

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

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

…

These young people quarreled in a chaotic mess, but in the end they didn't come to any conclusion. But as companions who prayed to the evil god together, they had a tacit understanding to clean up all the remaining traces in the cave before leaving, and burned and buried all the items on the spot.

They handled the items wordlessly, each with their own thoughts. They didn't speak again until they left this hidden cave and dispersed.

Several of them quietly broke the unburned candles and carefully put them into their arms.

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The lightning gradually subsided, and darkness became the master of the earth.

After a short but not long journey and sporadic battles, the Silver City exploration team finally arrived at their destination.

With the help of the far-reaching light of the animal skin lantern, Derrick Berg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall and the dilapidated streets without even a single weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses collapsed, with only a few still barely holding on, but their surfaces were all mottled and filled with the dust of time.

The coating with white and blue as the main tone, and the spire architectural structure that is different from the Silver City, have also become gray, making it difficult to imagine their original appearance.

However, Derrick could use this to get a glimpse of the city's past. It must have gone through a long period of time, had a considerable number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark ages.

Humans here take magic potions, repair buildings, and defend city walls. In teams of five, six or more, they explore outwards, hunt monsters, and find resources necessary for survival.

They will celebrate in a short period of stability, sacrifice to the gods, get answers to their thirst, and give birth to the next generation so that hope can continue.

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

This ruin is like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that struggled to survive but sadly disappeared.

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

He pointed forward and said:

"Other areas have been cleared."

"That temple is in the center of the city."

The exploration team dispersed slightly, but still maintained enough order and did not relax their guard against the surroundings.

Passing through ruins that had been destroyed for an unknown period of time, and walking through streets that were so quiet that it made people manic, Derrick finally saw a broad, high platform made purely of man-made objects.

On the high platform, there is a half-collapsed building. It is very similar to the temple in Silver City. It has stone pillars supporting the dome and arches to create the door.

The style is completely different from the other buildings here. It is indeed the "Fallen Creator" who later converted... As soon as Derrick had this thought, three of the four lanterns in the team were extinguished at the same time!

Suddenly, most of the exploration team fell into pure darkness. There was no lightning in the sky, candlelight was lost on the ground, and the breathing of the surrounding humans seemed to disappear.

Derrick's body tensed up instantly, and he felt as if some monster in the darkness stuck out its tongue and tentatively licked his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing real appeared.

However, Silver City's team was well-trained and had experienced hundreds of battles. They did not panic because of this, but immediately gathered closely near the only lantern that was still lit. The light was right next to him. Feeling the warmth and light, Derrick felt less uneasy. He raised his head and glanced at the person holding the lantern, and found that it was actually the extremely lucky Wesson Skaulder.

It’s surprising, but it’s natural.

He had just successfully completed his promotion not long ago and was now a Sequence 6 "Dawn Knight". Therefore, he was sent on more dangerous exploration and patrol missions, so he also joined the exploration team this time.

It is said that he has made correct judgments in several crises in the past dozens of cycles, and the team was in danger and trapped to avoid the ending of team destruction. It seems that his good luck is still at work this time.

At this time, a childish, helpless, scared and dry voice sounded in his ears.

It was a child whispering:

"Help me...save me..."

Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, but in an instant, a little shimmering dust appeared in front of his eyes.

At the same time, Wesson Skold also suddenly looked in a certain direction in the distance, showing a puzzled expression.

But neither of them noticed anything strange about each other, so they unanimously chose to remain silent, taking the sound they just heard as a seduce trick commonly used by monsters in the dark.

The dust exploded one after another, igniting wisps of silvery light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Colin stared at Derrick and said in a low voice:

"What are you thinking about?"

Derrick suddenly woke up and shamefully clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose as if praying.

A stream of bright and clear light immediately emitted from his body, causing the surrounding darkness to recede silently.

The other team members took the time to light the candles again.

Because the "Demon Hunter" responded promptly, no team members were missing this time, and there were no new members.

Colin withdrew his gaze from Derrick, looked at the half-collapsed temple on the high platform, and said solemnly:

"From now on, there can be no negligence and the alertness should be raised to the highest level."

TBC

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The City of Silver begins a copy of the Ourolius Cycle Mural.

(But in reality there won’t be much change. After all, Ourolius just gave his father in this life a little good luck.)