While different forces were fighting to the death in the venue, Wandering Cha Road seemed surprisingly quiet. As usual, the place was gloomy and deep. After the snowstorm, ice covered every corner of this deformed building complex.
There were a lot fewer pedestrians on the streets, and even in the Spider Web Bar, there were only a few customers.
I don't know if the bad weather restricted people's travel, or if people were invited by the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce to participate in the chaotic fight.
Some people knew this information and looked behind the bar in the bar suspiciously.
Compared with these secret incidents, what really made them curious was that Vika, who was never absent, did not appear behind the bar today.
Now Nellie was working as a bartender. Someone asked him about Vika's whereabouts, and he calmly replied that Vika had a day off today.
rest?
No one believed this answer. For many people, Vika has never left the bar since they met him. If the Spider Web Bar is the center of Wandering Road, then Vika is the center of this bar. Now he
Leaving makes people feel a little uneasy.
Above the Spider Web Bar, among the crooked buildings, countless cables passed through each other, and finally intersected on the strange building above that looked like a giant egg.
Everyone who comes to the Spider Web Bar can look up and see the giant egg in the deep mist, wrapped in countless cables, as if it was really born by some kind of creature, and it is pregnant with something.
Weird and crazy.
Now there is only one extremely dark room in this huge egg-like building. Vika is sitting on the shabby sofa, her body slumped down comfortably.
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, and at his feet, there were already several empty wine bottles.
The black and white TV in front of him was the only light source in the room. Along with the rustling noise of electricity, the pale light hit Weika's face, leaving no trace of blood on his face.
He watched the content on the TV intently, which showed flesh and blood growing wantonly. They continued to spread and devour all the people around them.
A familiar figure was slashing among them, brutally killing the monsters born of flesh and blood one by one.
Vic knew this man, his name was Borogo Lazarus.
"Is this really good? It's a rare harvest of value, but it ended up like this."
Vika suddenly spoke, as if he was talking to another person, but he was clearly alone in this dark room.
"We all know from the beginning that we cannot control things like the Immortal Heart at all. Even if we can control it, the Bureau of Order cannot accept it, but what about the fruits of fantasy?"
Vika shook his head in confusion. Even after being together for so long, he still couldn't understand the thoughts of these existences... Also, these guys were inherently incomprehensible existences.
"The fruit of fantasy needs someone to use it in order to show its value. Storing it in my hands is just another boring collection."
Another voice sounded, which was so familiar to Vika.
Vika turned her head and looked at the other side of the sofa. No one was sitting there, but there was a mirror. A familiar but unfamiliar face was looking at her in the mirror.
"This is a screening, a trial, to select the most valuable people..."
My self in the mirror said happily.
"Then what?" Vika asked.
"I want to see what wishes he will make with the fruits of his imagination," replied the tyrant.
"That's it?"
Vika continued to ask. He knew that the monster in the mirror was definitely not so kind. He had other purposes, cruel purposes.
"Well... I want to see if his wish can be realized, and I also want to see if he will..."
The tyrant did not continue speaking, and instead burst into hoarse laughter.
This was not surprising to Vika, he was already familiar with the ways of these devils.
The devil never lies or deceives. He is honest and follows the rules. But unfortunately, every suggestion given by the devil will lead people to an even crazier abyss. The saddest thing is that people are soberly aware.
After all this, I couldn't find any reason to refuse.
"Who do you like?"
Vikar understood the tyrant's little thoughts. His role for the tyrant was limited and he was just his carrier in the physical world.
What the tyrant needs is not a carrier like Vicat, but a real agent who can execute orders for him.
"Is it him? Or him?"
Weika pressed the remote control, and the pictures on the TV switched rapidly.
First there was a guy who seemed to be lost. He looked around and stood in front of the strict gate. The screen switched to another woman wearing a veil walking quickly. Judging from the structure of the building, the two were about to meet.
.
"Huh? No, both of them have been chosen by my brothers and sisters."
The tyrant shook his head and whispered.
"It's good to say that Beelzebub looks crazy, but in fact she is a glutton. As long as she is full, she doesn't care what happens.
But the other one is more troublesome. We all hate him. If possible, I don’t want to disturb him yet."
"What about them?"
Vika continued to press the remote control.
The black and white picture continued to switch. A group of fully armed gray and white warriors were slamming against a wall covered with light tracks. Their firepower was full, and the solid virtual realm and wall were shattering little by little, as if it would happen in the next second.
was completely destroyed.
"Oh, the Bureau of Order? I have always suspected that there are shadows of my brothers and sisters behind them, but I still can't tell who they are." The tyrant murmured.
"Where are these people?"
In the black and white picture, another group of people were running wildly in the corridor. Different from the melee crowd, these people had obviously received standard training. Each of them had a murderous aura and a clear purpose.
"Interesting, I have been observing them, maybe they will bring me some other surprises." The tyrant said meaningfully.
Pressing the remote control, the screen switched to the other end of the corridor. Two people who should not have appeared here appeared in front of the tyrant. The two of them walked slowly and leisurely, not knowing what they were looking for.
Seeing the two of them, the tyrant burst out laughing, pointed at the TV and said, "I like these two guys."
"It's a pity that they have his eyes on them," the tyrant lamented. "What a pity."
"What about him?"
Vika revealed another person. In the chaotic venue, he hid in the shadows, his eyes always on the Immortal Heart and never left.
The tyrant didn't say anything, he just laughed, as if he was laughing at the man on the screen.
The final scene switched back to the original perspective. Just like what we saw before, the violent maniac waved the sharp weapon in his hand and crushed all the monsters that came close to him into a pulp.
The tyrant fell silent, admiring the scene in front of him. After a long time, he stared at Boluoge in the picture and whispered.
“Excellent value.”
Hearing this, Weika put down the remote control and watched all this quietly.
No one would have thought that this was the purpose of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce...or the tyrant. The people who really contributed value to the tyrant were not the goods sold at the auction, but the people who came here for their desires.
His identity, what they did, and their impact on the trajectory of the world.
This is where the real value lies.
…
Olivia walked quickly in the corridor. She accepted the invitation from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. She just wanted to find the information she needed from that terrifying existence. As for buying things, she just followed the trend.
But the situation at this scene changed too quickly. The Orangutan Sect attacked, and then there were successive explosions. It was obvious that someone had set up traps here, and he was unlucky enough to fall into them.
"These psychos."
Olivia cursed in a low voice. She just tried to go to the atrium where she came from, but before she could reach it, a violent explosion turned the place into ruins and all the doors were destroyed.
Unlike others, as an ancient Night Clan, she also had all the means to break the rules, but then she heard the voice of the tyrant. The lunatic turned this place into a colosseum. The power of the madness dropped, and every time
It's hard for anyone to leave.
Olivia was really moved when she heard about the fruit of fantasy. To her, the value of this thing far exceeded that of flesh and blood and the immortal heart, but she also knew one thing. What the devil promised could not be fulfilled.
So easy to get.
Now she just wants to stay away from the dispute and find a suitable time to escape from here.
"The real big shots haven't arrived yet."
Olivia muttered to herself, she knew the location of the venue, and she also knew that outside this land, there was a huge beast that was eyeing it.
The Bureau of Order has not appeared so far, but it is possible that it has appeared, but it is just hiding in the shadows that you cannot see.
She had dealt with the Bureau of Order, but that was a hundred years ago, during the Dawn War that destroyed the Night Clan.
For the undead, this time is not a long time, everything just seems like it happened yesterday.
In addition to anger, she was also full of fear. She knew very well what people from the Bureau of Order would do if they encountered them in such a ghost place.
that's too bad.
Olivia even wondered if this auction was a joint effort between the Bureau of Order and the Tyrant. After all, this was not the first time they had joined forces.
So are they fishing for themselves?
Olivia quickly dismissed this idea. If their target was her, she should have been controlled by now, and maybe she was being exposed to the sun.
The Orangutan Sect?
It is possible that Olivia knows what is hidden under this big rift, and the Orangutan Sect is definitely the most unwelcome guest of the Bureau of Order.
They can allow tyrants to establish their own territory here, but they will never allow the Orangutan Sect to approach.
It's just...it's just that Olivia feels that all this is not that simple.
