Chapter 787 The Great Witch Is Never the Savior (2nd Update!)

Sigifreka Space Station

As a transit station connecting many planes, the Sigifreka Space Station welcomed a new and rather special guest today.

The snake spirit - Natan suppressed the instinctive trembling from the depths of his soul, lowered his head and slid into the deep shadow in front of him stiffly.

Even if he didn't raise his head, or even if he raised his head, he couldn't see the sky, Natan could feel the scorching and dangerous gaze like a star.

It has been working in this space station for some years and has encountered some less common guests.

But this one is obviously beyond the experience and cognition of the snake spirit...

Fortunately, the other party probably knows their pressure and doesn't pay too much attention to them.

"Good afternoon, sir, I want to know if we can go to Onoraro, which is also called the 'Crimson Crown'."

A woman in 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 under the power of consciousness, he began to search for himself.

But soon, this seemingly endless flipping stopped.

Natan looked at the information above, and then said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I think you probably come from another more 'lonely' timeline."

"In the timeline we are currently in parallel and in contact with, this plane has been destroyed."

After hearing this, the woman's face became even worse.

She wanted to say something, but she paused for a while after opening her mouth, and just thanked the snake spirit.

She didn't need to ask the reason for the destruction of the plane.

When she appeared in the city full of endless evil and madness, she should have known what happened to her world...

And now this woman is also a microcosm of the large number of slaves rescued in the space station at this moment.

Demons are not devils. In most cases, they do not capture those high-value slaves so purposefully.

Instead, they are captured for various reasons on the way to launching tyrannical destruction.

In short, a large part of these slaves are the product of the demon invasion war.

And their homes, most likely, have already turned into a scorched earth.

Everyone is waiting anxiously.

Waiting for the snake spirit to call them to its presence, and then give them a "judgment" in a sufficiently short time with an extremely familiar method...

The collision of ecstasy and dead 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 were emitting very different emotions.

They are humans and aliens.

Some have graceful figures, while others have brutal and tyrannical temperaments.

Under the appearance that is mostly quite embarrassed, they all maintain more or less, and can see the breath of a once decent situation.

According to the high-level demon warlock, these slaves are the last inventory of those demon merchants.

If it is for other beings, they may hesitate about the overall value of such a large number of slaves with sufficient value.

The value of those who can be left behind by the merchants of the Demon City and placed in space is unquestionable.

In addition to such a huge number, its temptation to most extraordinary beings is real.

In this respect, this is also a reward from a high-level demon warlock to Yi Xia.

But obviously, she still underestimated the Great Witch's understanding of wealth...

Or, in the Great Witch's understanding, there is something purer than simple interests.

"Please guide us on the road, great giant..."

"We... have nowhere to go..."

Just as some slaves made their final thanks and farewell to Yi Xia, other slaves gathered and ran to Yi Xia's feet.

They shouted sadly.

Before they encountered this disaster, most of them had a very superior or even noble social status in their native environment.

That was a gift given to them by the unique power flowing in their blood or spirituality.

However, this characteristic that once brought them all glory and wealth also brought an equal disaster.

After experiencing the cruel baptism of the Demon City, these once noble people temporarily or permanently lost the tranquility and calmness that belonged to the superiors.

They called out to Yi Xia, but did not get a response immediately.

Yi Xia stared at them with eyes full of endless flames.

Disguise under confusion, escape under panic...

Under the fiery gaze that seemed to imply purgatory, all false or external things were stripped away.

Yi Xia looked at these souls that were either curled up or seemed to be gradually awakening.

They did not belong to his civilization, nor were they the group he vowed to protect.

Yi Xia naturally did not have a noble plot like a saint.

It was just that Yi Xia was willing to help the creatures in such a situation.

For example, give them a travel fee, and those who are willing and whose hometowns have not been destroyed can go home by themselves.

Those who don't have any can choose to settle down in the list of kind and lawful civilizations provided by the space station that have accommodated alien intelligent life.

As for asking for more?

Yi Xia moved his eyes away from those slaves, and he was ready to return to Earth.

Before that, he had signed a contract with the space station here:

He paid for the transportation fees of these slaves returning or settling in other civilizations.

This was not due to some emotions towards these slaves, but was based on the morality and cognition that Yi Xia had formed after being educated in his own civilization.

As for what these slaves would think of this - whether they were grateful or hated it, the Great Witch didn't care at all.

In this way, in the noise, the deep shadow that covered the sky and the earth suddenly disappeared.

The cold light from the bright stars outside shone down, which was something that could never be touched in the Demon City.

However, even with such precious light, the slaves crawling on the ground did not feel any warmth or light feedback.

They raised their heads blankly, trying to find that magnificent figure in the deep starry sky.

However, they only saw a void of the universe...

So, after a certain uncontrollable cry, there was another noisy scene...

The snake spirit-Natan looked at the scene in front of him, and to be honest, he was a little at a loss.

Fortunately, as a snake spirit, its cold life prevented it from looking panicked.

Just as the snake spirit was thinking about whether to call the next person.

It saw the woman who knew her home had been destroyed and came over again.

The snake spirit-Natan thought she wanted to get a firm and cruel answer from him again - just like some of those people who were crying.

However, the snake spirit-Natan only heard a small question:

"Can you please tell me: What is His name?"