Chapter 323 No Matter How You Punish Me, I Am Willing to Bear It

"Sorry, this is the only way I can think of to restrain a strong man like you..."

In the city lord tower, deep underground, the city lord Allura lowered her head slightly: "In this world of black fog and dim light, trusting others is tantamount to seeking death."

"The curse of the Sun God Clan is just an insurance, you..."

Lian carried Allura on his back and said in a light tone: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you all because of this?"

"Mr. Zifeng." Allura sighed: "I know you are powerful, but in Torch City, with the blessing of the torch, even if I can't defeat you, I can still protect myself."

"Oh?" Ryan turned his head and looked at Allura: "Are you sure?"

Seeing Ryan's face, Allura's light golden pupils shrank sharply.

The curse of the Sun God Clan that should have been branded into Ryan's soul, at this moment, was like a pool of flowing blood-gold droplets, wriggling and struggling in front of his eyebrows, but was fixed in place by an invisible force, unable to move forward.

The curse of the Sun God Clan cannot take effect? ​​!

How is it possible!

You know, although this curse flows from the body of the second generation of the Sun God Clan, its essence is the extremely scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

To be able to forcibly resist the curse of the Sun God Clan, either Zi Feng has unparalleled purification methods, or his own status is equal to the extremely scorching flames...

And Zi Feng carries a big sword on his back. From the appearance, he should be a swordsman, that is to say, he...

Allura's heart was shocked, but before he could think of other ideas, an indifferent voice sounded beside her ears.

"In this case, let's try it."

A fist shadow suddenly enlarged in front of Allura's eyes.

The indescribable and indescribable terrible life and death crisis made Allura's true spirit tremble.

Without any hesitation, an ancient mask quickly appeared on her face.

Compared with the mask held by Allura No. 005, this mask looks much more delicate. Obviously, this is the authentic one.

The red-gold flames flowed from the edge of the mask, and in an instant, they ignited around Allura, turning her into a red-gold human-shaped fire shadow.

Layers of red-gold flames intertwined and entangled, forming nearly a hundred layers of flame shields between her and the fist shadow.

"Crack!"

The sound of the first flame shield on the outermost layer breaking, and the sound of the last flame shield breaking, sounded almost at the same time.

Then, the fist fell on the mask on Allura's face.

"Boom!"

In the air, where the fist landed, countless fine red-gold chains fixed the mask and tried to resist.

The essence of these chains is actually a super-giant protective array covering the entire huge urban area with the torch of the city lord tower as the center.

In other words, to destroy the mask, it is equivalent to a one-time burst of power that is enough to destroy a giant city with hundreds of thousands of people living in it.

And with the blessing of the torch, as long as the upper limit of a single attack cannot break the protection, the mask will recover in an instant.

This is also the reason why Allura said that she has the confidence to protect herself in front of Ryan.

However.

There was one thing that Allura had miscalculated from the beginning to the end.

Like Mebalo, she was also unable to sense Ryan's specific aura, and according to her estimation, this human named "Zifeng" was at most the eighth level.

Compared to her, who was a senior eighth level, she was of course very powerful, but when she was in Torch City, even if she was at the eighth level, she could not break the protective array of Torch City.

As for the possibility that Zifeng was a ninth level existence, it did not appear in Allura's mind from the beginning.

After the cold black fog and the extremely scorching flames descended, it was almost impossible for beings of the same level to come to this world without any benefits.

And in the years that Sanctuary City existed, hundreds and thousands of alien travelers visited, and the strongest was only the eighth level.

And now, Allura knew that she was wrong, and she was wrong in a ridiculous way.

This guy who calls himself "Purple Wind" actually...

"Bang!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the red-gold chains fixed on the edge of the mask broke into pieces, and then the mask also broke into pieces.

The fist stopped a few centimeters away from Allura's face, and changed into a palm, and grabbed Allura's little face with five fingers and lifted her up from the ground.

"Why don't you continue to carry it?" Ryan said lightly: "I haven't drawn my sword yet. With your defense just now, this punch will not collapse at the touch of a finger."

"...In front of a powerful person like you, it's meaningless for me to persist." Allura, who was grabbed by the face and lifted up, had a vague voice, but the meaning of her words was very clear.

"Heh..." Ryan chuckled and threw Allura out with a casual throw.

"Your defense comes from the magic circle, and the energy supply of the magic circle comes from the torch."

"If you had continued to insist, the torch would have been broken, and without the torch, hundreds of thousands of residents in the Sanctuary City would have been eroded by the black fog and died."

"If it weren't for your concern for the people, you would have been annihilated and completely disappeared from the world."

Allura's petite body slid down the wall weakly and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Ryan's power control was extremely exquisite. This throw just caused Allura to suffer a not-so-serious but not-so-light injury, but did not affect anything except her.

Alola stood up with some difficulty. There were still light red five-finger handprints on her fair and beautiful face. She bowed deeply to Ryan and said, "Thank you for your forgiveness."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. I never said that I have forgiven you."

Ryan shook his head, sat down on a luxurious armchair not far away, and crossed his hands in front of him: "Tell me, where did you get the corpse of the second-generation Sun God Clan?"

"The strength of this thing during life should be between the peak master god and the ultimate master god. It is not something you can deal with."

"Besides, what is that mask?"

The mask that had just been shattered by Ryan's punch was now healed again and appeared in Allura's hands, but there were still cracks on the surface.

Hearing Ryan's inquiry, Allura pursed her lips and lowered her head: "...Lord Zifeng, I will answer all your questions one by one."

"But before that, could you please tell me whether you are a human race or another race?"

"Is there any difference?" Ryan raised his head and looked at the city owner who was a "prisoner" but still had no self-awareness: "Just because I am a human race, it does not mean that I will be friendly to you. In the same way, even if I am not a human race, I am willing to protect you. "Wait, it's much better than a strong human being who is full of malice towards you."

"Please answer my question." Allura said with stubborn eyes, "You can kill me. I was prepared for this before bringing you here today."

"Only the human race can truly protect the human race!"

"And some secrets can only be known by the human race."

"Heh..." Ryan chuckled: "Then just think of me as a human being."

"..." Allura was silent for a moment, lowered her head, and said, "The body of this second-generation elder of the God Clan was secretly taken away from the battlefield by the previous generation of Sanctuary City Lord, using a strategy and at great cost."

"The power of the blood of the Sun God Clan is extremely poisonous to humans, so the 'Sun Mask' was created as a transit object so that the power of the sun can be used by humans."

"The material of the Sun Mask is the fragments scattered when the 'cold black mist' first came thousands of years ago. It was collected by the ancestors and passed down to this day."

"Is that so?" Ryan nodded and asked doubtfully: "Why do you want to steal the power of the Sun God Clan? Don't the humans in your world have their own extraordinary system inheritance?"

"Yes, how could it not be?" Allura laughed miserably: "The system we practice is called 'Druid'. We use the human body to draw power from all things nature."

"The Druid way is not about asking for anything, but about harmonious development."

"But since the arrival of the 'icy black mist', how can there be any power from all things in this world to draw from?"

"Outside of Torch City, everything in sight is soaked in black mist."

"In this case, what should I do?"

Ryan shook his head.

This is the original sin of weakness.

So he has been working hard to become stronger.

"Tell me about the situation of the two camps, the 'Icy Black Mist' and the 'Scorching Sun'."

Alola whispered: "The 'Icy Black Mist' and the 'Extremely Fiery Flame' have been at odds with each other for hundreds of years. In most cases, the battlefield is fought by the Black Mist Clan and the Sun God Clan under their respective command."

"The composition of the Black Mist ethnic group is in the shape of a pyramid. The one at the top is the 'Icy Black Mist', and below it are the three Speakers, all with eighth-level ultimate strength. If you are in the Black Mist, It can even exert power beyond the eighth level limit.”

"Below the three Speakers, there are twelve ordinary members, whose strength ranges from the senior eighth level to the peak eighth level."

"The Sun God Clan has a similar composition, but the Sun God Clan is headed by five 'first-generation elders' and assisted by eighteen 'second-generation elders'."

"The city of refuge is under the protection of the elder of the Sun God Clan, the 'Red Queen'."

"And the person who is fighting against the Crimson Queen is Speaker Black Mist - the 'cruel beast master'."

Ryan said with interest: "From a quantitative point of view, the number of strong men on the Black Mist Clan's side is smaller than that of the Sun God Clan. In other words, in the confrontation between the two sides, the Sun God Clan has the upper hand?"

"No." Allura shook her head: "To be precise, at the beginning, the Sun God Clan did have a slight upper hand, but in terms of individual strength, the Black Mist Clan was stronger, so the Sun God Clan could not Gain a decisive advantage."

"But later, as the Black Mist tribe summoned the ancient gods, the occupation began to develop in an unpredictable direction."

"The ancient gods come from another world. Compared with the Black Mist tribe who enslave human races and even all races to provide services for themselves, wherever the ancient gods go, all souls are infected by them and turned to death."

"Only the warriors of the human race, with their tenacious souls and will, can resist the infection of the ancient gods to a certain extent. This is what the Sun God Clan later called 'protection'."

"The Sun God Clan 'gave' the Torch and established six Torch Cities. Essentially, they used it as an 'incubation base' to cultivate a steady stream of powerful human warriors to seal or destroy the ancient gods."

"The powerful ancient gods are immortal and can only be sealed. The weak ancient gods, that is, the ancient gods below the eighth level, can be used as the outer fuel of the torch to cause the loss of the souls of the strong human beings."

"That's roughly what you want to know."

After roughly describing the situation of the "Ice Cold Black Mist" and the "Extremely Scorching Sun", Allura lowered her head and fell silent: "Knowing this, I'm sure you also know that if the human race wants to survive in such a world, they must rely on their own strength and must also find powerful power."

"The stolen power of the sun, or the power of the alien sun, is the only way that I and several generations of Sanctuary Lords can find."

"We follow the path of the 'Druid' and draw power from all things. If so, why can't we draw power from the Sun God Clan and the Black Mist Clan?"

"It's a very interesting idea." Ryan smiled: "However, according to your current progress, not to mention the black fog power of the black fog tribe, it will take a long time to truly master the power of the alien sun, right?"

"..." Allura was silent for a few seconds: "This corpse of the second-generation elder of the God Clan that was obtained with great difficulty has the divine blood in its body turbid, and the research process is very difficult."

"Indeed." Ryan nodded in agreement: "In order to do a good experiment, in addition to the correct guiding ideology, good experimental materials are also indispensable."

He stood up and walked towards the ascending ladder: "Let's go, let's get good materials."

Hmm?

Allura was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while. What did Lord Zifeng mean by this sentence.

"What are you doing there? Lead the way."

"Lord Zifeng, where are you going?" asked in her mouth, and Allura's body had already instinctively chased after him.

"You just said that the location of the Sanctuary City is within the territory of the Red Queen and the Cruel Beast Master, right?"

"That's right." Allura nodded.

"In that case, wouldn't it be rude not to visit? In addition, the fresher the experimental materials, the better. What can be researched from a broken corpse that has been dead for who knows how many years?" Ryan smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Allura gradually widened her eyes.

No matter how stupid she was, she understood the meaning.

She trembled and said, "Lord Zifeng, why... do you want to help me?"

"Help you? No, no, no." Ryan shook his head: "I will repay a favor and repay a grudge."

"Anyway, you attacked me before, so there must be a punishment."

"But not now."

"You must atone your sins first, and then I will decide the content of the punishment based on your remaining sins."

"As for why I do this?"

Ryan certainly won't say, because the human race is the main intelligent race recognized by this world, and it is closely related to his [World in the Palm].

"I can't stand seeing the suffering of the world."

"Now, lead the way!"

"Yes!" Allura said with a trembling voice: "No matter how you punish me, I am willing to bear it."

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