The battle in the city seems to be over.
A group of people ran out of the underground passage of the Shadow Demon Castle, climbed to the last remaining dilapidated tower of the castle and watched the direction of the city. You can still see the thick smoke billowing on the street, the smell of blood and the smell of war. It hasn't dissipated yet, but the shouts of killing have calmed down. The space passages opened by the demon hunters and the light beams left by large-scale spells when they tried to destroy the city have disappeared, and they can only be seen vaguely from afar. Some people were cleaning the battlefield on the street, and some heavily armed city guards were patrolling the block in a hurry.
Heather Anna quickly turned on the walkie-talkie: "Duncan! How's the situation?"
"Miss? Mistress, are you alright?!" A surprised voice came from the intercom, "Great, we just heard that you went after Bethemos..."
Heather Anna looked up to the sky and yelled: "Nonsense, can I be wrong if I go out in person? Are you saying that the witcher has retreated?"
"Yes, yes," Duncan replied hastily, "The demon hunters suddenly retreated just now... Maybe they found that there were too many city guards and ancients. After they lost the advantage of raiding, they may suffer too much damage. From my hometown All is well... some casualties, but not bad."
Heatherana explained a few words to her subordinates, and then got a general understanding of the situation when the demon hunter retreated. She hung up the communication and made an inexplicable expression to the people around her. Vivian turned her head and grabbed a little bat and threw it at Bethemos's head: "Tell me, what is the witcher's plan? Don't say you don't know!"
Hao Ren covered his face and looked at the little bat thrown by Vivian. He suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the way the girl used his bat... But when he turned his head and looked at the data terminal on his shoulder, he felt that the way the girl used his bat seemed to be wrong... There seems to be nothing wrong with the method.
Anyway, the two seem to have gradually synchronized in some habits.
Bessemos' face paled. The successive blows made him feel physically and mentally exhausted. At this time, he didn't say any hard words, and he didn't make any gestures. He just sighed weakly: "Cough...they found that the signal of the sacred artifact of origin disappeared. Of course they withdrew it." , after all, they are here for the holy artifact."
"They came here for the Hallows of Origin?" Hao Ren raised his eyebrows. He really hadn't thought about it before, "You tell the witcher about the Hallows? You'd rather tell them than tell the people in the city. Others? Are you out of your mind?"
Bessemos' eyes were red. But he just snorted coldly and didn't say much, but Hao Ren already figured out what this seemingly harmless but crazy old guy was up to in the first place: He never thought of sharing the secret of the sacred artifact with anyone, regardless of Whether it is the demon hunter or his "compatriots" of different species, they are all props that he uses to consume each other. He leaked this news to the demon hunter, and made an agreement with the latter to open the door of the shelter at a certain time, in order to throw the whole city into chaos after snatching the key to the door from the hands of the two vampire families, so that Heatherana and The Lucas family had no time for him, and he even made up his mind to set the city on fire to delay time—because he hadn't planned to stay here from the beginning.
Behemoth intends to return to the Dream Plane through the Hallows of Origin. At that time, the floods on the earth will not be his business.
To be honest, if you change the script, an old, cunning and well-planned guy like him will definitely succeed, but who makes the real world never follow the script—who knows that ancient artifacts also need instructions! And Behemoth confused the function of the Hallows of Origin...
But thinking of this, Hao Ren suddenly rubbed his chin and muttered: "Maybe there really is a 'Holy Artifact of Origin' that can open the door, and the aliens more than 10,000 years ago were sent by that thing... Bethemos is just luck It’s not good to admit your mistake.”
Lily's ears perked up: "What are you talking about, landlord?"
Hao Ren pinched Lily's pointed ears: "I said your ears are really sorry for your blood!"
After saying this, he ignored Lily's protest and walked forward, leaving Lily blushing behind and rubbing her ears, shouting vigorously: "I just didn't pay attention! Landlord, what did you just say?" What! What did you just say..."
Although the demon hunters have retreated, this ancient shelter is already riddled with holes. Castles and palaces with hundreds or even thousands of years of history creaked with thick smoke, and the luxurious bungalows of the blood clans were blown into rubble. The reliefs and stone statues on both sides of the street fell to the ground, and the streets in the city can be seen everywhere. Potholes, the blood that has not yet dried up is accumulated in these potholes, and some areas are even difficult to move because of this. The blood was black and red, and even mixed with strange brilliance of other colors. They came from various races, vampires, werewolves. half devil. Of course, it also includes demon hunters—the weird pool of blood, the thick and disgusting bloody smell, and the tragic scene of the city collapsing and corpses everywhere, these things are intertwined. Let this place become a strange scene of hell.
Probably this is the cycle of karma, or retribution. It doesn’t matter if it’s ironic, but everything is in a cycle. Thousands of years ago, human beings lived in their cities tremblingly, only because of the sudden rise of a certain alien “god”, they would be destroyed. Thousands of years later, These alien "gods" live in the shelter under the shadows tremblingly, and they also encountered everything today because of the ambition of a certain crazy old man. The ancients who guarded the city looked at the dilapidated everything in front of them. Did the almost completely destroyed shelter and the corpses everywhere remind them of those human city-states that were also burning thousands of years ago
No one can tell, and no one wants to tell.
Hao Ren felt a little emotional. Now he is more and more able to understand the deep meaning of what Raven 12345 said to him: As a procurator, you must have the position of a procurator. Zhong has his own ideas and stands with certain forces or certain races, but in the face of the overall situation, the examiner must separate from any force. You can't allow yourself to get too caught up in one party, because the deeper you get in, the more awkward you'll be.
The nature of the censor's task determines that they always have to look at the overall situation and pay attention to everything about a race, past and present, and in the long history, in the eyes of a bystander, most races are not always cute, nor are they always hateful.
Hao Ren shook his head, and continued to walk towards the residence of Heatherana's family. This group of people received a lot of amazed gazes on the road, the main reason being that there was a five or six meter tall lava demon following in small steps at the end of the group, and Yzaks, with his mighty figure, even walked in a strange city. It's also a scenic spot, and what's even more scenic is that he still has a half-dead old man under his armpit...
Hao Ren turned his head and glanced at Y'zaks, dumbfounded to see this giant demon trying to tiptoe behind the team with small steps, his big feet stepping on the ground like a drumbeat: "Aren't you tired from walking like this? "
Y'zaks smiled, and his voice rumbled: "I'm afraid I'll step on you when I take a step forward, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control this guy when I turn back into a human form—even though he looks honest on the surface, in fact he has been making a lot of noise."
Bessemos was shocked: "How do you know that I am transporting power?!"
Y'zaks laughed aloud: "Sixteen brave men and twenty-eight pure-blooded demons who are a circle older than you have been pinched to death under my armpit! You take a breath and I know which rib fork you are on Work hard, I advise you to be honest, otherwise I will teach you another lesson... "
Hao Ren's brow was sweating. It was the first time he knew that Y'zaks had a bad habit of pinching people under his armpits during battles. How embarrassing was it for him to die under his hands
Nangong Wuyue changed back to human form early, because she was very unwilling to let her beautiful belly scales rub against the blood on the street. Many corpses on the street had been taken away by their respective families, but the blood Still remaining, the sea demon girl frowned and couldn't help muttering to herself: "It's so miserable..."
Heather Anna also frowned, sniffed hard and then smacked her lips: "What a waste..."
Hao Ren: "...?"
"So many..." Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Heatherana made another noise to get Vivienne's attention, and she still calmly rubbed small steps towards a pothole full of blood next to her. , "What a waste, what a waste..."
Vivienne glared at her: "No! At least you should be more reserved at this time!"
Hesiana cried and said, "Then... I can use a straw, right?"
Vivian slapped her on the head: "I want you to be more reserved!"
Heather Anna lowered her head: "I'm just curious what the blood of a witcher smells like..."
Hao Ren finally understood what was going on. He looked at Hesianna with horror on his face. Seeing this, Vivian smiled helplessly at him: "Understood? This is the cultural difference."
Hao Ren nodded vigorously! (to be continued~^~)