Chapter 140 Daily life after being released from prison and Silver City

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After mentally eating a few bites of dessert, Edward left the alley in a good mood. The person who was to be silenced and the person who was silenced became silent and mutilated corpses in the depths of darkness, making no sound until they rotted into mud.

It seemed to be afternoon now, and the specific time was still unknown. Edward covered his eyes with his hands, found a clothing store that looked good, and walked in.

He made a disguise for himself and entered this shop that sold customized formal wear. Although it looked a bit different from what he usually wore, it was no problem for emergencies. In the dressing room, Edward put on a newly bought shirt.

and a dark vest, and then carefully looked at the tattered clothes he had changed into.

This shirt, soaked in his own blood and staying in a secret place for a long time, has shown the characteristics of a sealed object, but it has not shown any useful abilities so far. It can only "make people who see this shirt

"Have evil thoughts and kill each other", "You can't take them off when you put them on", "Eat up the person wearing the clothes one by one" and other useless negative effects. The only one that may be considered a positive effect is "While wearing the clothes."

"I learned some evil spells without a teacher", but the sequence is too low, generally below 5, and I can't even use dirty words. There are only some degraded curses and summoning spells, which are very useless.

Edward thought about it for a moment, cut up this useless piece of clothing, burned the scraps, and made several high-quality demon path charms from the useful parts.

After leaving the dressing room, He asked the tailor who was measuring the customer's figure: "How long does it take to produce ready-made clothes on an urgent basis?"

The tailor pushed up his glasses: "About two weeks."

"It's too slow. I won't stay here for that long." Edward said, "I want to buy a suit of ready-made clothes and a walking stick."

Half an hour later, Edward's savings were reduced by fifty pounds, he put on a brand new outfit, and left the shop with his newly bought cane.

He has figured out the current time and place - as expected, he is now at sea, and on an island near the southern continent, within the scope of the Rhoside Islands, but still some distance away from Bayam.

The first time he came out of a hidden town, he had little experience. Edward didn't know whether he was randomly teleporting out, or whether the goddess of the night had thrown him into this place. If it was the latter, maybe this was an obvious warning, warning him not to do it again.

Close to Backlund.

How about going to the Southern Continent for a while?

Well, in fact, you don’t have to go to Backlund in your true body, right? Since the goddess of the night doesn’t want to go by herself, then why don’t she make a clone and go?

"Speaking of which..."

Edward pressed his temples, and his tone was a little subtle: "Why are so many people chanting my honorable name recently? But it doesn't seem to be entirely mine. Some of the sentences are mine, and some are other people's, but they all point to

A certain 'Abyss'... I always think he is reciting that Beria... Forget it, let me see the content of the prayer."

The Hidden Town cannot communicate with the spirit world, so it is impossible to teleport, divination or receive prayers.

So after leaving, the prayer message went off like 99+ unread messages.

However, having 99+ messages is already very abnormal. The number of daily prayers should only be in single digits, or at most two digits. Even the person in charge of the East District who has met him and had a little cooperation only thinks about it every now and then.

Let me pray, why do you, an idle evil god with few followers and little response to prayers, suddenly have so many people sending messages?

He let go of spiritual communication and began to listen to those miscellaneous prayers:

"The great angel of the abyss..."

The sound of crying, sobbing, and tears falling into the soil made Edward stand up straighter slightly. Five of the ten prayers had such sounds, and the other three times had the sound of swords in the background, accompanied by occasional gunshots.

Moreover, the source of prayer seems to be quite far away from where I am now.

"Great Angel, Lord of the Deep Dark Land, eyes that watch all living beings, please, please, please save my family!"

Edward bought a skewer and found a street seat to eat it without paying attention to the image.

"Please help my friend..."

"...Please punish those evildoers..."

The meat quality of the kebabs was very average, with a dull texture, lack of elasticity and oil. The seasonings were commendable, but not to the taste. After Edward took two bites, he picked out the remaining parts and threw them at his feet.

Stray dog ​​wandering and wagging its tail.

Judging from the blurry prayer scenes, there seemed to be many individuals, both men and women, and most of them were praying spontaneously and secretly rather than in a collective ceremony. It was unclear where these believers came from.

Moreover, the content of the prayers had nothing to do with his own authority, so Edward simply listened to it as background music.

Even, because they didn't respond at all, some of these prayers simply said a lot after the prayer, as if they didn't realize that they were establishing a connection with the evil god, but regarded this honorary name as a soul.

Sustenance, and say something on your own from time to time.

"The location seems to be the southern continent... It's not surprising that my honorable name is spread there, but some of the fragments are - oh, could it be that after Beria was eaten by me, some special directions fell on me?

Like the 'Grand Duke'?"

It's not surprising. If it weren't for the Demon Clan, the sudden increase in believers would have been due to temporary treatment and emergency treatment. It must be because something else happened there.

Just like when I destroyed five cities in the Southern Continent hundreds of years ago, ordinary people in other cities who didn't know the truth but had a little knowledge of mysticism regarded themselves as a symbol of disaster, compiled some honorary names and prayed to them.

I hope that this kind of power can come to the northern continent.

The prayers played automatically and unhurriedly, and when the latest one came, there were actually many relatively calm voices mixed in with the crying and whining - at least they were able to finish their prayers without sobbing.

Edward finally discerned more details about these voices: they were male and female. Just by listening to the voices, they were not very old. They were probably around 20 or 30 years old. They were still in the young adulthood of human beings. However, the voices were full of hatred and other intense emotions.

, not many young people should be as lively as they should be.

"Great angel...if you really exist, can you give me power..."

This seemed to be a collective prayer, because these voices were all chanting the same sentence, with only slight differences in the content of their prayers. These young people said in voices without any emotion: "I am willing to believe in you devoutly,

I will sacrifice my flesh and blood to you, I am willing to dedicate everything to you, and I ask you to give me the power of revenge..."

Finally there is a prayer that I am interested in.

If something happens in the Southern Continent, it will give the illusion of "I have gone to the Southern Continent" in the dark night, right?

Edward answered the phone with great interest.

The young men and women who were hiding in the cave and praying secretly felt a chill suddenly, and panic and uneasiness appeared in their hearts at the same time, as if they were facing the guns of people in the northern continent, or when they were walking alone in the jungle, they accidentally turned their heads and met someone.

The beast behind him met his gaze.

I don't know who screamed, and everyone woke up from the state of prayer. They found that the candle flames placed on the stone platform on the upper floor as a simple altar quietly turned blue. The cold wind blew by,

The temperature seemed to have dropped by ten degrees. Goosebumps appeared all over the body. This seemed to be an omen. They quickly gathered together and looked around warily.

"Isn't it because the prayers are responded to?" One of the young men rubbed his arms anxiously and said nervously, "Doesn't it mean that this honorable name has never been corrupted... uh, has the great being responded to it?"

"Wouldn't it be best if there was a response? We have no one to turn to now."

"Yes, when we pray, everyone knows that this is the legendary devil! If it can help us gain strength, I will praise it even if it is a devil!"

One of them was not afraid at all, but swallowed his saliva nervously. He boldly approached the altar, and was surprised to find that the simple sacrifices were burned to ashes. In the dim blue candlelight, these ashes formed the shape of the altar.

Dutan language of Lang Empire:

"Pour out your murderous intent and hatred on them."

"Use their lives to exchange for strength from me."

A chill ran up his back. Several people who were close to him saw these two sentences at a glance. They looked at each other and saw the fear, excitement, and ecstasy of surviving a desperate situation in each other's eyes.

The anxious young man saw that other people had gathered near the altar, so he had no choice but to join in. As soon as he saw these two lines of words, he couldn't help but worry again: "The Governor will bring you with you every time you go out."

With dozens of bodyguards and some people with special abilities like the generals in the resistance army, how can we possibly kill him?"

The woman next to him immediately pushed him hard and said angrily: "Don't call him Governor!"

"We don't need to take action against the governor." Someone else said, "The god didn't say that he had to kill them, did he? We can teach the bullies in the town a lesson..."

Another voice retorted: "It said above that their lives must be used in exchange for strength."

The tone of the man just now weakened immediately: "Could it be the gods themselves? I don't want to kill anyone..."

"Why don't you want to kill someone?" the girl said loudly, "Those people have almost sold out all the people in the town because of their good relationship with the officials in the Northern Continent! I am the only one left in my family, don't you dare do it,

I'm going to kill him!"

After saying that, the girl wiped the corners of her eyes fiercely, and ran outside with rapid strides. The people around her quickly grabbed her:

"Calm down, what if this is a scam!"

"Yes, if we kill government officials, we will all be shot!"

"And we can't even buy a gun, how can we kill people?"

…

These young people got into a noisy mess and did not come to any conclusion in the end. However, as companions who prayed to the evil god together, they had a tacit understanding to clean up all the remaining traces in the cave and put all the items away before leaving.

Burned and buried.

They handled the items in silence, each with their own thoughts. They didn't speak again until they left this hidden cave and dispersed.

Several of them quietly broke the unburned candles and carefully put them into their arms.

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The lightning gradually subsided, and darkness became the master of the earth.

The Silver City exploration team finally arrived at their destination after a not-long but not-so-short trek and sporadic battles.

With the help of the far-reaching light of the animal skin lantern, Derrick Berg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall and the dilapidated streets without even a weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses collapsed, with only a few still barely holding on, but their surfaces were all mottled and filled with the dust of time.
To be continued...