() The half-demon longs for the human world. For hundreds of years, he has been working hard to accumulate strength. On the surface, there are only five or six thousand half-demon people surviving.

In fact, this is not the case. With the help of the Necromancer, they have already overcome their fertility difficulties and reproduced in large numbers.

After sneaking into the underground world, he quickly adapted to the darkness and laws here.

Biological experiments, summoning demons, summoning alien creatures, assembling life...

These things have been studied by the half-demon. Because of the support of the necromancers, the half-demon has grown rapidly as if it were standing on the shoulders of giants.

No one knows what the current total population of half-demons is, but according to this brother with a broken leg, it is at least more than 100,000.

"One hundred thousand?!" Shan Ye lost his voice, and there was a "buzzing" sound in his head, and his scarlet eyes as big as a bowl almost burst out of their sockets.

In his opinion, five thousand and a half demons were already a very powerful fighting force, and twenty and a half demons more at once was unacceptable.

What shocked Shan Ye the most was that the half-demons were no longer the barbaric and ignorant race in the eyes of humans. Their biological research had long surpassed that of humans.

Even with the strength to fight against humans, the half-demon still hides in the underground world, which is the most chilling thing.

"Could it be that Tongzhong Town is a half-demon declaring war on humans?"

As if he could read minds, the man with the broken leg picked out a big fat cockroach from the sewage, drooled, and threw it into his mouth. The mouth covered in a thick beard made a crisp sound.

It's as relaxing and comfortable as eating popcorn at the movie theater.

The Adam's apple twitched as he swallowed the fat and juicy cockroach. The big brother with the broken leg, the animal claw, played with a skinny mouse out of boredom and sighed: "That is not a declaration of war, but a trap to capture humans!"

"Trap?" Shan Ye's eyes moved slightly, his gaze fell on the broken leg, and his voice was full of confusion.

Broken Leg scratched his crotch, and seemed to be aroused to talk. He came closer to Mr. Shan and started talking.

In the past, the number of demi-gods was small and they could still gain a foothold in the underground world. But now they have grown to a hundred thousand and have aroused the hostility of many powerful races.

Among them, drow, gray dwarves, and even cavemen are worried about the existence of half-demons.

This is all because when half-demons reach adulthood, even if they do not practice, they still have the strength of third-level professionals. Although the number is not very large, their individual strength has already surpassed these veteran underground races.

As the fertility problem was overcome, the number of half-demons increased dramatically, immediately causing many underground races to become aware of the crisis.

At this time, rapid development is the way to go. Biological experiments, combined with undead magic, can quickly create powerful warriors, but the success rate is too low.

The main reason is that the number of races is too small. After all, it only took a hundred years for their race to appear.

Therefore, in order to reproduce and develop, a large number of heterogeneous organisms are captured, mated, and experimented to find the most suitable production race. At the same time, biological experiments are also being carried out at an accelerated pace.

The broken leg spit out the slug that had been sucked out of its mouth, licked the sticky brown pus around his mouth, and said with a satisfied face: "That's basically it. This is no longer on the ground, but thousands of kilometers deep.

Underworld."

Carefully let the wonderful taste of slugs reverberate in your mouth for a while. Breaking off a leg, smashing your mouth, and continued: "The half-demon people are no longer the barbaric race a hundred years ago. They have their own inheritance and technology. This time among humans,

There was also a traitor who colluded with the half-demon and together they deceived the Holy See."

Recalling the various encounters with the half-demon, Shan Ye remained silent.

Broken Leg wiped his mouth, leaned against a stone wall, found a comfortable position, glanced at Shan Ye's contemplative look, and sneered: "Stop thinking about it, ordinary people can no longer bear the biological experiments of the half-demon.

, that’s why we need a large number of strong humans, you are also unlucky.”

Broken Leg is like an encyclopedia. It took him more than an hour to finish talking about the conspiracy of the entire underground world and the human world. In a word, the demonic disaster is fake, but when the half-demon becomes stronger, it is

real.

Scratching his belly, he pulled a cold corpse over his broken leg and put it under him, and fell asleep beautifully.

Shan Ye closed his eyes to rest and checked the system.

The remaining blood volume is only seven or eight points, and there is almost no recovery. The damage caused by the severed limb has been sutured, so it is considered a serious injury without losing blood.

"Ding! The remaining blood volume is 8 points!"

"Ding! The remaining experience points are 633 points!"

Through the calculation of experience points, Shan Ye suddenly realized that the last time he was unconscious was only two days.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape from here, the sound of iron chains "clattering" sounded outside the cell.

Through the arm-thick iron fence, Shanye's scarlet eyes as big as a bowl moved and he saw a brightly lit place not far away, where a man pushing an iron cart was slowly walking towards him.

She is tall and muscular, with muscles all over her body, and even her breasts are hard.

His long hair was greasy and curly, and he had a big face with a mouth that was always chewing something. He wore strong and thick shackles on his feet, and he pushed a wide and creaking iron car with great hands and left.

come over.

As he walked, he shouted loudly: "Get up, you bunch of bastards, there's something to eat!!"

The other party's slightly feminine voice was like gasoline, instantly setting the entire dungeon on fire!!

"Honey, do I want to drink your bath water today!!"

"Beauty, let Brother Madi love you well!!"

"Fuck you, how can I drink my bath water for a bug like you?" The tall female woman retorted sharply, spraying two jets of air from her nostrils, and cursed angrily.

The entire dungeon seemed to come alive. The dungeon, which had been quite silent just a moment ago, was instantly flooded with obscene words.

Shan Ye, who had a broken leg next to him, also started making noises, and he was the noisiest: "You didn't let those half-demon bastards relieve your itch today, did you? Do you want Uncle Broken Leg to make you feel comfortable?" As he said this, the two pairs

The strong claws of the beast patted the crotch, and his eyes wandered obscenely at the strong woman.

The strong woman showed no sign of weakness. She raised her hand and threw a stream of sticky black liquid towards the broken leg: "Just your embroidery needle, don't get yourself stuck in it!!"

As if he knew that the other party would throw something over, he stretched his legs and hands, opened his mouth as wide as possible, and took the thick black liquid into his mouth without leaking a drop.

Master Shan blinked in surprise. He didn't expect that the two of them were openly fighting, but in fact they were secretly in love!

Sure enough, the following things verified Shan Ye's conjecture.

The strong woman began to pour the sticky black food into the dirty trough on the side. The prisoner went crazy, tearing, shouting, and even killing!

In this dark and hopeless death row, death is a kind of relief.
Chapter completed!