Chapter 1823 There Is Something Wrong with This World!

Xiao Yu quietly used his spiritual consciousness to scan the strange things filling the air.

I just feel unclear but powerful.

A steady mind couldn't help but prevail.

Even with the protection of the majestic throne, he still had no intention of building a portal or something in such a hurry through this connection.

In Xiao Yu's plan, he is more inclined to find the lair or vital parts of the Chaos Lord, teleport it, and offer a beautiful blessing of peace before considering taking risks himself.

Under Xiao Yu's caution.

Lomonosov thought he was an elf-like wizard from the ancient people, but Lomonosov felt a little strange.

While he was praying devoutly, he could feel that the god who had contacted him was watching him and could hear his prayers.

But why didn't the Lord God give me any response?

Did I, Lomon Losov, do something wrong?

Or am I too ugly and disliked by the gods?

Lomonrosov was puzzled.

He has been struggling to survive in the sea of ​​​​chaos and suffering for thirty years. During this period of time, he is definitely one of the longest-lived people among the tribe in this sea of ​​suffering.

He had also been exposed to the call of the gods and heard about other people's experiences after contacting the gods.

He knew that the gods would pass on sacred knowledge.

And as long as you understand the knowledge of Lord Spirit, you can set up a magic circle to summon him.

Why, this time I can clearly feel the close contact between the two parties.

But no knowledge or calling comes to mind?

Doubts in my heart.

Lomonosov was not disrespectful to the gods at all. Instead, he vaguely felt that the gods he came into contact with this time were true gods and the great ancient gods who were most likely to successfully change everything!

His lack of response should... be a test of himself!

Yes, it must be like this, God is testing me!

Lomonosov gathered his energy, and after three bows and nine kowtows, he slowly stood up and walked out.

Xiao Yu's perspective followed Lomon Losov, the ancient wizard, as he left the small space and suddenly entered the sewer with a faint green light.

Looking at those cyan alloys.

Xiao Yu, who was no longer Wu Xia Amen, immediately recognized them. These were floor tiles and wall tiles, and they were all high-quality Hill alloy!

Hill Alloy is mainly cyan, has its own shimmer, and can withstand tens of millions of years of corrosion without decay.

In most of its properties, it can be compared with the tertiary alloy made by the dwarves.

It is one of the strategic materials of the major forbidden area forces.

But he didn't expect that in this supercontinent where the Lord of Chaos is haunted, he would be so extravagant that he would use it to lay sewers?

The original owners of this continent were really a bunch of wealthy people!

Tsk tsk tsk!

Xiao Yu shook his head slightly, seeming to have discovered the truth why Hill Alloy is extremely rare in Lilliput.

I also realized the existence of so many Hill alloys.

Xiao Yu looked at Lomonrosov seriously again.

This guy looks like an elf, if his skin becomes a little fairer and his hair becomes silvery white.

Isn’t that the appearance of the member of the Hill royal family who invented and produced Hill alloy?

"These ancient people are the royal family of Hill who disappeared mysteriously according to ancient records?"

"It is said that the Hill royal family contains the blood of the Thunder Titan, which is the highest-level Morning Star bloodline comparable to the Holy Dragon clan!"

"Does this also explain why these people can still survive like Xiaoqiang even in such a harsh environment?

"No, it's still wrong, if my eyes are not deceived."

"This ancient wizard's body has been tampered with!"

Xiao Yu continued to follow Wizard Lomonrosov cautiously towards the depths of the sewer.

With the help of cyan light, a group of ragged men and women from ancient times, like a primitive tribe, appeared in front of Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu also saw the terrible sarcomas on many ancient people.

I even saw a dying ancient child lying on the wall.

Lomonrosov held the staff and staggered to the child.

This is a child who appears to have nothing unusual about him.

This is the future of the tribe in the eyes of Lomon Losov.

However, the child is still extremely ill now.

"Master Lomonrosov, our last healthy child, is also sick."

Next to Lomonosov, a very skinny old witch with a hunchback and a big bulge on her back came closer and said with trembling lips:

"This must be because we stayed at this inheritance point for too long."

"It must be!"

"Lord Lomonosov, please convince the patriarch to move away, otherwise none of our children will survive."

"..."

Lomonosov looked at the old witch and said nothing.

His heart was equally heavy.

He took action at this inheritance point, an ancient citizen who grew up here, with the help of him and several friends who were equally agile and had mastered the mysterious power.

They try their best to allow the tribe's population to grow slowly every year.

In the beginning, they did it, and even accepted a group of fleeing tribesmen to integrate and grow.

It just started a year ago.

The sewer where they have lived for thirty years has become increasingly dangerous and strange.

Not only will you encounter sudden attacks from crazy monsters.

Among the clan members, more and more people are becoming insane, and even dying of strange diseases.

Especially children under seven years old.

The premature death rate has reached 100% today.

And the old witch has been repeating the warning since a year ago.

Lomonosov also considered whether it was time to move and leave this sewer.

However, every time he and the clan leader and others went out to look for food, they looked at the dark ruins.

Everyone will hesitate.

Not everyone is so lucky. After leaving their own inheritance place, they can find a second inheritance place and meet people of the same race.

In this dark ruins, in the eyes of people of different races, it is synonymous with food!

Not to mention, there are many dangers in the dark ruins, and there are unexplainable traps everywhere. If you are not careful, even Lomon Losov himself may fall into a place of death.

The risk of migration is too great!

"We have no more options."

Lomonrosov sighed inwardly.

He left the child's side.

Xiao Yu also moved his eyes away from the child and looked at the old witch.

At this glance.

Xiao Yu was immediately startled and found that the old witch's entire head was filled with a strange black substance.

There are countless black thin lines on the body, connecting to unknown places deep in the sewer.

This reminded Xiao Yu of knowledge such as string puppets and puppetry.

Lomonosov walked away.

Arriving in front of the patriarch wearing a gray-black robe, Lomonlosov suddenly stopped and saw an ancient woman lying in the patriarch's arms, moaning in pain.

If this woman ignored her blue skin and black teeth, her soft facial features would make her look like a square beauty.

This is the wife of the clan leader and a powerful hunter in the clan.

But now, Lomonlosov saw that both legs of the patriarch's wife were missing.

Moreover, the skin on his body was becoming dry and cracked and bleeding black blood.

"The dark ruins around us are growing more and more dangerous."

The patriarch saw Lomonrosov and smiled bitterly:

"We lost two great guys today."

"..."

"Perhaps we really need to move, otherwise, we will perish."

After hearing this, Lomonrosov nodded, but excitedly told the news that he had contacted Xiao Yu.

The clan leader showed little interest in this.

It seems that this clan leader is not active in worshiping the ancient gods.

Even some resistance?

However, this expression came after Lomonosov said that the connection was so strong that it seemed to be watched by God all the time, even at this moment.

The patriarch's brows twitched slightly, and suddenly he looked at Lomonosov seriously and said:

"Lomon Losov, do you remember your parents and how you grew up?"

Lomonosov was slightly startled when he heard this and shook his head.

He had thought about this problem before, but he couldn't remember it. In addition, it was not easy to survive in such a harsh environment in the Chaos Sea of ​​Bitterness. How could he have time to think about this?

"Lomon Losov, I can't remember either."

"I just thought that we were a group of ancient people who were lucky enough to escape the disaster, grow up, and inherit the knowledge."

“But the longer you live, the longer you see.”

"I'm a little confused."

"Lomon Losov...why haven't we become extinct yet?"

"Destroy...exterminate?"

"Hard living environment, poisonous food and water sources, and curses everywhere."

"Even like us now, the tribe that finally made a little progress thanks to great luck and hard work was suddenly thrown into a critical moment of life and death due to a sudden change in the environment."

"I just want to ask, how can we... not become extinct?"

"Maybe it's because of the protection of the ancient gods..."

Lomonosov gave an answer that he himself did not believe.

"Hehehe, is it the protection of the gods?"

"I believed it before."

"Until...I saw where we came from."

The patriarch stared at Lomonrosov, hesitated for a while and finally said with determination:

"Twenty years ago, I accidentally entered an alchemy workshop from ancient times."

"I was there and found a portal leading to an underground building."

"After inputting mana to activate the portal, I walked in and unexpectedly found that I had arrived underground at the other end of the ruins of the city."

"That's an area that we haven't explored yet, but I can confirm this with the help of my positioning awareness of the station."

"There is also a heritage stone tablet in the sewer there."

"It's just that the tribe there, a group of dwarves, happened to be dead when I arrived."

"I saw with my own eyes a dwarf who was eking out a living leaning on a huge stone monument. He breathed his last breath due to the stimulation of tumors all over his body."

"Everyone is dead? Isn't there a vacant inheritance place?"

Lomonosov's eyes lit up, as if he saw the future of the tribe:

"Patriarch, even if that inheritance does not belong to our ancient people, we can still live there..."

The patriarch looked at Lomonrosov's excited expression and continued with a bitter expression:

"Do you know what I saw next?"

"I saw... after the dwarves died, a layer of mud surged on the ground, swallowing up all their remains."

"Then, more than ten large sarcomas were teleported out of thin air!"

"The tumor broke open, and inside was a group of half-grown dwarf children!"

Lomonosov was stunned when he heard this.

He couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, his whole body was cold and he was shaking violently.

Grievance, fear, uneasiness, doubt, and all kinds of negative emotions surrounded his heart.

Let him stare at the clan leader with his eyes wide open.

The patriarch sighed and continued:

"I had never had doubts before, but after this time, I became wary and deeply doubtful about everything around me."

"I can feel that maybe from the beginning..."

"It shouldn't exist anymore."

After hearing this last sentence, Lomonosov suddenly understood why the patriarch was so resistant to the call of the ancient gods.

Because all of this may be a careful arrangement by the mastermind behind the Chaos Sea of ​​Suffering.

They are calling the ancient gods, some common sense must have been tampered with!

Lomonosov thought of another terrible detail.

Judging from the foreign tribes he has come into contact with in his life.

These tribes all seemed surprisingly young.

Very few are more than fifteen years old.

Most of the people from the second generation have just turned ten, and the people from the third generation are two or three years old.

Intelligent races in the Chaos Sea of ​​Bitterness are generally precocious. For example, among the ancient people, even a boy can go out to look for food at the age of seven, and by the age of eight he is basically mature enough to reproduce the next generation.

Certain extreme races update faster.

Xiao Yu silently acted as a good audience.

Listen more, see more, think more, and don't talk.

After following Lomon Losov, he learned the big secret of the clan leader.

Xiao Yu followed Lomonrosov around the tribe and saw the monsters that attacked the tribe.

This is a group of hyenas with mutated bodies that are not beautiful at all and do not conform to the evolutionary choices of biological instincts.

Their strength is only at the level of the first-level extraordinary monsters found elsewhere in Lilliput.

It's hard to catch Xiao Yu's eyes.

However, Xiao Yu could see it.

The bodies of these hyenas are also filled with various black and strange substances.

There is even more chaotic demonic energy condensed in the heart.

This is the method of cultivating chaos monsters in the Chaos Demon Realm.

Obviously, these monsters were concocted by the mastermind behind the scenes.

I just don’t know if it’s considered a failure…

"There's something wrong with this world..."

Xiao Yu withdrew his gaze.

A general understanding of the problems faced by Lomon Losov.

Xiao Yu realized that the continent was not simple.

He had a feeling.

Those who call themselves ancient people may actually be members of the Hill royal family. Their souls are more like undead than living people, and they are still the kind of undead that are much darker than the Canyon of the Dead.

Every one of them has been dead for who knows how long.

How many times have I died...

However, some kind of existence kept resurrecting them, and in that weird and harsh environment, an ecological cycle based on this was born.

This is obviously intentional.

There must be something fishy in this!