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The Shadow of the King's City is a dark street relatively close to the edge of the underground city. The complicated and uneven streets make people worry whether they will collapse in the next moment.
These three-dimensional walkways built with various materials that are not sure whether they are reliable or not, and are almost close to the scaffolding on a construction site are also standard features of Wangcheng Shadow.
There is no official organization to fund unified construction, and these walkways can only be built at will by the residents of Shadow of the Royal City for practical purposes and allowed to grow wildly.
People walking on them have long been accustomed to these narrow walkways without any guardrails at all.
If the pipes connected to some alchemy workshop on these walkways suddenly burst, then people walking on them might fall down several floors directly because of the liquid that randomly splashed out from these pipes.
Several guys who covered their faces with hoods and painted huge potholes representing the abyss on the robes that covered most of their bodies walked through these suspended walkways and pushed away a house. They also fixed themselves in an exaggerated manner. At the shabby and patched metal door of the bar on the mountain rock, I glanced back to make sure no one was following me and then walked in.
The condition inside is very ordinary, just like a low-end bar that hasn't spent a lot of money on cleaning and decoration. The air is filled with the unspeakable smell of sweat and the sour and unpleasant smell of inferior alcohol, and the mouths of the guests sitting on the seats are The puff of smoke fills the entire bar, making people feel breathless as soon as they enter this place.
"Skinworm beer, five servings, may the abyss accept your soul." One of the hooded men walked out to the middle-aged bartender who was cleaning the wine glass, and said in a sly tone.
The bartender's expression changed, and it was obvious that he had a strong opinion on this group of Abyss sect guys. He unscrewed the faucet from the wooden beer barrel that was black and moldy and looked old, and poured five glasses of beer for the few in front of him. A hooded man.
"It's free, but you can go inside and drink." The bartender's face was dark, and he pointed to the place inside the bar, motioning for these guys to go in and drink.
"Haha, thank you for your generosity, the abyss will bless you."
The guy who was talking to the bartender thanked the bartender for his generosity and once again stated that the abyss would bless the bartender. However, looking at the gloomy face of the bartender, he had a lot of objections to the abyss's blessing.
Without saying anything else, several hooded men from the Abyss Sect took their wooden cups and walked into the bar. The other guests consciously stayed away from them when they saw these guys, and a few drunken drunkards made rude remarks directly. .
"How disgusting, these damn lunatics, why didn't you jump into the abyss earlier and stay away from us? I don't want to jump into the abyss one day when I go crazy!" The drunkard lying on the table said mercilessly. Shouted and cursed loudly.
"It's really unlucky to meet these crazy people..."
"Stay away from them. These guys have no effect except turning those who approach into lunatics..."
Other guests who were still sober didn't dare to offend this group of people, but they could still quietly watch the hooded men of the Abyss Sect whispering.
"The abyss is generous and will accept everyone. I hope you can fall into the embrace of the abyss as soon as possible and receive its blessings."
The leader of the Abyss Cult was not angry. He just walked up to the drunkard who was shouting and cursing, whispered in his ear, and then left with the other cultists.
"!" The drunkard's whole body trembled, and his drunkenness was almost gone. He cursed in a low voice and moved away from the seat.
No one from the Shadow of the Royal City would be happy to have anything to do with this group of guys from the Abyss Sect.
This group of abyss believers call the act of jumping into the endless dark space under the cliff the blessing of the abyss. People who walk close to them or go against them always go crazy for no apparent reason, and start shouting and jumping without knowing when. Into that abyss.
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The Abyss cultists who entered the bar did not drink the low-quality free beer, but directly threw it out of the window, showing their disgust without any concealment.
He knocked on the wooden wall of the bar a few times in a fixed rhythm and walked into a passage that opened after the knocking.
The passage was dug into the rock where the bar was fixed. It could be seen that a lot of time had been spent on widening the interior. Although it was winding and winding, it was not considered narrow. After a few followers of the Abyss Sect walked for a while, , came to an iron gate opened on the rock wall.
The observation port above the iron door opened a crack, and after confirming the identities of several people, it slowly opened, and the several Abyss cultists who walked into the door also took off their obstructive hoods and robes. They had already been very busy. It's hard to stand this stuffy and smelly thing that only represents my identity.
"How about it? Have you finished the thing that the Lancer family told you about? There is no news about it from those gray dwarves. If not, it will be troublesome."
The space inside is much better than the shabby tavern that is used as a camouflage outside, and is closer to a stronghold used for maintenance like the Blade of the Night.
There are all kinds of equipment. It is difficult to imagine that this group of Abyss cultists, who are regarded as madmen by the people in the shadow of the royal city, would have such a normal stronghold. However, considering their status as aristocratic lackeys, it is also easy to understand.
The person in charge, who had been waiting for news internally for a long time, asked the guys who came in. He was responsible for the connection between the noble family and the people of these abyss sects.
The nobles assigned tasks to these Abyss cultists disguised as lunatics who believed in the Abyss to complete the tasks, and the noble families would give them a certain reward.
"It's done. Those gray dwarves are looking for death themselves. They opened the box and were burned to the ground by the Destroyer Golem inside, leaving nothing behind. The things have been delivered. In order to stop those people from the Midnight Blade, We lost a lot of people, so the reward must be higher this time."
As the head of the Abyss Cult who just entered here, Morak's tone was very bad. The task from the Lancer family asked them to deliver the iron box to a place close to the abyss, so they entrusted the gray dwarves, a group of guys who are very good at digging holes. Send things over.
Unexpectedly, these greedy gray dwarfs actually had the guts to open the box, and the Destroyer Golem stored inside didn't know how to activate it and went on a rampage, attracting the Blade of Night at once.
In order to make up for this mistake and allow the Lancer family to collect enough information, he, one of the managers of the Abyss Sect, had to use his own life to block the Blade of Night who was unable to attack the land as if he had taken the wrong medicine. At a huge cost.
"That's your own problem. Remember that the most important thing you have to do is to complete the task, not to get paid. Since you chose those pollutions to gain a foothold in the shadow of the royal city, then you will bear the responsibility for those nobles who do not provide you with souls. As a tool to counteract pollution, you don't want to be like the guys you drove crazy.
The tone of the person in charge was very calm. These guys from the Abyss Sect didn't seem to understand their status. After all, since the nobles were gone, these members of the Abyss Sect would find other people to help them in the shadow of the royal city.
And these guys from the Abyss Sect, without the souls provided by the nobles to absorb spiritual pollution, their so-called blessing of the abyss becomes a joke that kills themselves.
"I really regret working for you penny-pinching misers..." Morak's tone was gloomy, and his words were full of resentment. He had no choice but to pinch his nose to recognize it after someone choked him.
"You can quit if you regret it. What do you think would happen without you guys?" The person in charge didn't mean to save any face for Morak. He mocked him while taking the reward and the new souls collected by the nobles from who knows where from the counter. Take it out.
"Is this the amount...?" Morak's fists were clenched tightly. He could hardly contain his excitement when he looked at the money bag in front of him that was clearly not of the right size and the number of small bottles used to encapsulate the souls of the dead was much smaller than before. anger.
"Recently, the people at Night Edge have been very strict in investigating matters related to the academy. Those city guards who survived the war are not that easy to fool. There is nothing you can do without in this regard. It has already taken a lot of money to get these. It’s a small price, that’s it. It’s up to you whether you want to love me or not.”
The person in charge still looked confident. It was undeniable that what he said was reasonable to a certain extent, but in the end he was still unwilling to give it.
Morak finally let go of his clenched fists. When he was alone, he could hit him with a fist at all costs, and then try to rob everything here and escape directly, betting on a happy life in the future.
But after tasting the dividends and benefits brought by using the identity of the Abyss Cult, the shadow of the royal city, which everyone hated and feared and kept away from, and having a bunch of subordinates, Morak had lost the courage to do so.
It has been difficult for him to give up the benefits brought by this status, and those subordinates who are definitely not loyal will never mind uniting to tear him up and replace him with a leader when his nominal boss affects their income. Take his seat.
"Okay, I agree this time. From now on, we must make up as much as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for us to complete the tasks for those nobles without these necessities."
In the end, Morak still didn't have an attack. He put the bottles into his pocket and added inwardly.
"Uh-huh..." The person in charge just responded to Morak's harsh words casually, still not taking his words to heart. This made the nameless anger that had been forcibly suppressed in Morak's heart burn even more intensely. Get up, but there is no way but to suppress it there, unable to explode.
"Let's go!" Looking back to greet his men who came with him, Morak turned and walked towards the iron door entering here, putting his hand on the door handle.
The moment his fingers touched the doorknob, a burning sensation was transmitted from his fingertips to Morak's forehead. The sudden burning sensation made his whole body cool down from the afterglow of anger just now, and a certain chill appeared from the bottom of his heart. , spread quickly throughout the body.
The touch of his body was telling him that there was nothing wrong with the door handle, so the burning feeling could only be an early warning from his inner self!
His eyes widened, and the fighting instinct honed from a large number of life and death experiences allowed him to quickly react to the early warning given by his inner "danger perception". While the fighting spirit covered the surface of his body, he exerted all his strength. Do a back roll.
"Boom!" The iron door with magic patterns engraved on it to enhance protection was torn directly from its fixation on the rock wall by violent damage from the outside.
The explosion occurred in the middle of the door. The entire iron door was dented from the middle, and then flew in at an alarming speed as the metal on the surface was melted.
The iron door scraped against Morak's back and flew backwards. There was only a sound of "Puff!" as something was crushed by a hard object. The neck of the person in charge who was still arrogant was unlucky enough to be flown in. The iron door turned into a piece of dough stuck to the wall.
If it weren't for his own sneaking, Morak would have been hit in the front by the iron door that flew in while being swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, and the surface of the iron door was forcibly blasted with shocking scars filled with molten metal. , already told how terrifying the power of the sudden explosion was.
The physique of a high-level formal knight allowed Morak to quickly regain his balance from the rapid back roll. He roared loudly to remind all the other Abyss cultists resting in this stronghold to quickly prepare for battle, and at the same time, he turned over and entered in front of the unlucky person in charge. Within the standing bar, the bar, which has a strong protective effect but has not had time to be used, is used as his own bunker.
"Response quickly, it should be an internal infiltration... Gilbert, I will deal with this high-level official knight and other members of the Night Blade together with you, and quickly eliminate all the cultists of the Abyss Sect here!"
The smoke and dust at the door dispersed, and Wang Yu's figure appeared with the Furnace Fury revolver whose muzzle was reddened by the heat of shooting, and his voice of command also came in.
"Edge of the Night!? When did these guys find this place! Damn it, are they not afraid of mental pollution anymore?!"
Listening to the content of Wang Yu's words, Morak was very confused. Because of their special abilities, most people of the Abyss Sect are unwilling to provoke this sect that is like a lunatic. The same goes for the Blade of the Night. Why did a group of guys suddenly come to kill me? Are they not afraid of the mental pollution of the abyss?
"You heretics will be cursed by the abyss, and the abyss will swallow the souls of you guys!"
Morak didn't think it was a good idea to fight these Night Blade members who suddenly appeared now. He had to try to use words to threaten Wang Yu and them to retreat.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, go straight in, and turn off the lights!"
Wang Yu's order directly shattered Morak's plan. He did not kill anyone with this group. Absolutely no one would be unjustly accused. He used the name of the madman sect to become the dog of the nobles and completed his own dirty work. The dirty-eyed Abyss cultists mean nonsense.
And with the last reminder to turn off the lights, darkness suddenly covered the Abyss sect stronghold built in the rocks and with good lighting facilities. Morak's eyes fell into darkness, and at the same time, his ears continued to hear. The Abyss cultists screamed and howled in panic.
The sound of the sword cutting into flesh kept coming, these guys from the Edge of Night were serious! When the disguise of the superficial madmen of the Abyss Religion is removed, these believers are nothing more than a group of cowards who cry bitterly in the face of the fear of death.
Maybe for the sake of profit, they could risk their lives like they did before to stop the Night Blade from approaching the Destroyer Golem, but when they were surprised and brutally killed without any preparation, they simply could not regain their former strength. "Crazy" energy.
"What's going on with this darkness? When did the Edge of Night have this ability? Uh-huh!"
Morak was very nervous, and the thoughts in his heart were beating wildly. The endless darkness in front of him gave him huge pressure. He didn't know how the Blade of the Night had such a large-scale ability to cover everything with darkness, and he didn't know why the Blade of the Night could Will not be affected by darkness.
In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he could only use the five senses of a high-level formal knight to try to feel the surrounding situation. The pinprick sensation coming from his left shoulder and the severe pain that appeared in his forehead at the same time made him let out an uncontrollable " Screaming is an early warning of "danger perception" from a hidden person!
Shrinking his head, rolling sideways, something flew over his head quickly, grazing his scalp and directly punching through the wall behind him. The sharp blade slid across the skin of his left shoulder, which he barely dodged, drawing blood. Oozing uncontrollably.
"You can't save it, save your life!" The premonition of crisis did not stop at all. The pain on his neck and the trajectory of the sharp blade that he directly felt failed to hit his shoulder told Morak that he had two strengths. Guys similar to him are trying to kill him.
In a dark environment, even if you have the ability to predict the trajectory of an attack with premonition of danger, it is only a matter of time before you are killed! The screams one after another around him and the crashing sounds of the fallen body all foreshadowed the outcome Morak would face.
"Bang!" The moment before the Furnace's Fury bullet hit his head and Gilbert's blade cut into his shoulder, Morak crushed a gem that he had hidden in his chest, and the space fluctuated for a moment. Morak's figure disappeared.
"Short-range flashing gems, he can't go far..." Wang Yu put away the Furnace of Fury revolver and confirmed the location of Morak with Gilbert beside him.
Using the power of Lady Night to cover this space with darkness, Wang Yu and the others could actually see clearly. It was not too difficult for the members of the Edge of Night who broke in to kill these Abyss cultists whose sight was obscured by darkness.
What was happening in this Abyss Sect at this moment was a one-sided battle that was calculated and unintentional. The Abyss Sect never expected that the Edge of Night would attack them forcefully without fear of the threat of their mental pollution.
"There…"
Without considering the concealment, the ripples could travel farther in the royal city, sweeping across the entire space in an instant. Wang Yu confirmed the location where Morak had teleported using the flashing gem.
He immediately activated the blood-burning drive to charge there and informed Gilbert who was fighting with him next to him. The two of them approached Morak's location at high speed.
"Become a madman!" Morak was also driven to panic at this time. He knew that if he didn't go completely crazy, he would definitely not be able to survive the attack of the Blade of the Night.
Just in time, I glanced at the soul jars I just got that can be used to resist mental pollution. Since I am not afraid of mental pollution to attack the Abyss Sect, then let's all be crushed by mental pollution!
Pulling the lever in his hand, a certain passage leading to the abyss under the cliff was pushed open by the mechanism. In an instant, a large amount of mental pollution surged up from the passage that was usually used to throw down the targets that needed to be dealt with in the mission.
