After a while.
Ufa Ufa stuffed Cui Cui in a sack and looked down with Angoro from the window of the floating city.
"Mostly nonsense." Un'Goro said, "The Fire Cave in the Land of Moonset and so on."
Ren Mianqi struggled in the bag, and the sack was stretched out with bulges. He tied the mouth of the bag tightly with brute force, feeling sick in his heart.
"These despicable little bugs. They want to take credit and ask you to spare his life. So they made up this theory. Why do we still keep him?"
"Ungoro. Your vision is too short-sighted. It's shorter than the skirts of the 'Old Prawn' ladies."
Ufa Ufa sneered. "The Black Key cannot keep them in vain. Although energy scanning is not as magical as crystal balls, prophecies and dreams, it can bring more accurate and direct intelligence."
"He said he peeked at the letter, but we didn't see it! Besides, who would believe that demons use letters to communicate? How old-fashioned." Un'Goro complained.
"Hesitating is really not a good habit. So I am teaching him some principles of life - these little animals inevitably need to learn some principles of life."
Ufa Ufa smoothed his hair and let it hang softly on his shoulders.
“However, I think what Cui Cui said is true.
For example, after the failure of the last prophecy, the prestige of the five prophets has been greatly reduced, and many people think that they are just old liars with false reputations. Rumor has it that they will no longer make prophecies. Some people have long claimed that he personally went to look for and visit the five prophets, but he didn't even see their shadows at all.
It is indeed a bit unreasonable to say what news Nese has received from the five prophets in the past few days. But don’t forget, he still holds my mirror of the past.
The most important thing is that we must regroup our forces and pursue him again. "
"A ghostly place that I have never heard of."
Un'Goro muttered, "What is he going to do there?"
"If you keep doing this, I can't help but worry about where your usual studies have gone.
Oh yes. You went to school in Semeran. That’s no wonder, it’s probably not the same as the Warlock Association there…”
Ufa Ufa glanced at Ungoro arrogantly. “Since Nese the Lightless One is going to the Land of Moonset, something important must happen there.
I'm afraid you don't know. The Flame Cave is the work of Ivomit, the Hand of Destruction. This further illustrates the reliability of this information. "
"The God of Destruction, Ifomie, can actually obey his call..."
Angoro couldn't help but tremble.
"Ifomie is an evil god. But I didn't expect to be able to collude with the devil."
Ufa Ufa pondered. A few seconds later, he clenched his fist and his expression became extremely serious. "Perhaps it should be reported to the Religious Council. There seems to be no need for the Broken Sect to exist anymore."
"What do you want to do?"
Angoro was surprised. "The beliefs of the Destruction Sect are spread everywhere. Ifomie is one of the twelve main gods!"
"Gods who do not serve humans are meaningless. They are nothing more than arrogant creatures.
Just like the half-elf, they are both monsters. Monsters just need to be eradicated. "
"yes."
Ungoro nodded habitually, and then looked confused. After all, Ufa Ufa's remarks were too bold. "Yeah?"
Ufa Ufa looked out the window in fascination.
"Devils come and go, causing harm to the world." He said, "Nese, the Lightless One, has disappeared from everyone's sight. Now he is carrying out activities so actively..."
"Just in time for us to catch him! Take good care of him! Don't let him run away!"
"He must have something going on. What would it be?"
Ufa Ufa ignored Angoro's passionate speech, was stunned for a while, and sighed leisurely. "I worked too hard for this little salary."
"You are here to save the world. Those who were harmed by him. Fight the evil with your flesh and blood! Speaking of which... I should organize a rescue..."
"You don't need to speak so loftily. I just hate all injustice. All those who rely on their own superiority to dominate." Ufa Ufa interrupted.
Angolo looked at him with a guilty conscience.
The high-level warlock looked exhausted and rubbed his forehead. After a moment, his eyes shone again. "More than anything, he pissed me off."
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Nesse rushed to the gnawing street where the battered buttocks were.
The earthquake has subsided, and there are ruins everywhere, fragments of vessels, fragments of walls, fragments of people, and groaning fragments. A dyehouse collapsed, and colorful magic liquid mixed with blood slowly flowed into the drainage ditch from beneath the remains of the shattered building.
Several apprentices in blue were suppressed under two collapsed walls. He dug them out, found a cart, and put them on top.
Looking around,&nbp;&nbp;Chiadi Street is mostly in ruins, and the buildings here are not very sturdy.
Nese ran across the street and saw a woman with bloody hands sitting in the corner - he recognized her as the proprietress of a barrel shop diagonally opposite. Every once in a while, one or two people could be seen grabbing at the collapsed houses, looking anxious or expressionless.
As they approached the mess, they saw a sun-helmeted soldier and a Feibo Club clerk.
The soldier dropped his helmet on the ground far away, his disheveled brown hair stuck to his forehead, and he was using his curved sword as a shovel to shovel away the rubble on the surface. The clerk rushed to the row of people who had been dragged out and placed in the middle of the street. From time to time, he would pick out a person and bandage it a few times, but most of them would skip over after just one glance.
Both of them couldn't help but curse. Curse the Demonic Lightless One.
"Shovel!!" The sun-helmeted soldier saw Nesse, "Give it to us!!"
"I'm also here to save people." Nese replied. The potion prepared was scattered on the road.
"Then hurry up!!!"
The soldier turned back and ignored him.
There's no way soldiers and members of the Flying Wave Club live here...are they here to help?
Reluctantly relying on her memory, Nesse ran to the door where the mess was beyond recognition.
The upper door frame of the tavern was now at his knees, forming an odd crease.
What was more terrifying than the silence was the crackling sound of fire coming from inside.
On the way here, he contacted Dili Di - this guy believed him, tried his best to reinforce as many buildings as possible, and then hid far away. He had just returned and was directing the rescue of Semeran - and sure enough, the situation was different from his. The same thing was found, the energy here was completely distorted and dispersed, and the effectiveness of the spell was very weak - too many people had tried to cast spells, which had made Semolan's natural spell energy close to exhaustion.
"Let's use the tools first. This is all we have now."
Didi gave him a shovel.
An ordinary shovel.
Nesei leaned towards the gap between two broken boards, and the irritating gas rushed into his face, almost blinding him.
bomb. he thought.
Those bombs. I'm afraid not all of them were burned by the collision.
"Bono Doze! Are you in there? Answer me!!"
There was silence.
The tavern collapsed into an irregular shape. He swung the shovel vigorously, shoveling away the broken wood and cracked masonry, and finally opened a small opening.
"Bono Doze!!" he shouted inside.
No one answered.
Ordinary spell casting does not work... If you can transform back into the demon form, you can directly use every drop of scattered energy to quickly clear these heavy sand and stones...
Nesei turned around and looked around. The sun-helmeted soldier was right behind him. Feibaohui clerk is a little further away.
The floating city no longer makes any sound. Ufa Ufa left.
Of course, Ifomie also left. He couldn't help him at this point.
He is the God of Destruction after all.
"I will fight the devil to the death! Drown him in donkey dung!"
The shouts and curses of soldiers and clerks could be heard here.
He can transform and save a street of people, or five blocks. But have to kill them, or more.
Nese suddenly understood. Because they will discover it immediately, pounce on it, and will not retreat.
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