Chapter 178 Dinner

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"I shouldn't be here."

Traynor looked like he had seen through the world but not completely. He looked at the man next to him with red hair fluttering in the wind. He endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold it back anymore:

"Your Highness Red Angel, if you want to go find Elaine, go alone. Why do you have to take me with you?"

Medici stood on the side of the boat wearing sunglasses, and the wind blew all his red hair into Traynor's face. He did not feel guilty at all for embezzling public funds to buy a presidential suite. Instead, he said to Traynor "strangely":

"Didn't I let you sleep on the floor?"

As soon as these words came out, Traynor immediately calmed down. The Red Angel wouldn't need such a little feedback from the provocateur potion anyway. He simply used his invincible perfunctory method: "You are right."

"So do you have any clues about finding Elaine to fish out the witch?"

Medici pushed up his sunglasses, showing a joking expression.

"When I left the last island, I got some information. Someone is looking for your little... grand-niece."

Traynor responded: "I am an only child and have no children. The relationship between Elaine and me was found through the genealogy. You can just call her by her name."

"You don't have children?" Sauron suddenly appeared and accused the ignorant junior, "It's hard for the Sauron family to have a single child like you who can handle it, but you don't want children? With your ability, you can definitely become a child. My family! The Sauron family will not decline like this!"

"You're right."

"Don't always deal with me like this! As a hunter, you have no ambition as a future conqueror. Do you have the nerve to say that you are a hunter of royal descent?!"

Traynor calmly said: "You are right."

Medici has been very interested in the ethics drama of the Sauron family recently, but he didn’t want Sauron to disturb his business. He forced Sauron back, snapped his fingers and said:

"Anyway, let's go directly to the sea. You and her are somewhat related by blood. It will definitely be easy to find."

"If what she said is true, and the little witch is a highly valued child, then the old witch will definitely pay close attention to it and won't worry about not finding it."

Traynor thought for a moment and asked an unrelated question:

"Do mythical creatures pay close attention to their cherished offspring?"

"Some will and some won't, I don't know." Medici saw that he was the kind of person who didn't care about his family and descendants. He also learned about the explosion in Bansi Port, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he was a little happy with those who deliberately The tainted descendants who remained there finally disappeared from this world.

Even among the three conquerors within the Red Evil Spirit, only Sauron showed a strong obsession with the family. The ancestor of the Einhorn family, whom Traynor had not seen a few times, seemed not very interested in the family. . Seeing that his ancestors were so willful and loving to the family, Traynor felt that he could understand why the old immortals in his family were all protective and exclusive.

"I have read in the Aurora Society's books that there was a Medici family in history."

Medici looked at him strangely and said matter-of-factly: "Yes."

"It's them, not me, who need a surname. It's humans, not me, who need a source of pride, a bloodline inheritance, and a common glory."

"It's just blood scattered from me. Allowing them to call themselves my descendants and bear my name is already an honor. They are willing to put on such shackles, charge into battle, and then die. Why should I stop them?"

Traynor nodded understandingly:

"I can understand what you mean. It seems that mythical creatures each have their own opinions."

"That's right." Medici put on his sunglasses again and smiled sarcastically, "The essence of the Witch Sect is still the family of witches. As long as it is a mythical creature made of humans, it is inevitable that there will be some concerns about the continuation of its own bloodline. Opinion. Besides, there is always a shortage of witches. If you have a child worth cultivating, you must put more thought into it."

Traynor was silent for two seconds and said:

"I'm not worth cultivating, please stop paying more attention to me."

"I don't want to become a mythical creature, nor do I want to participate in the fight for the top of the sequence. I don't chase a spectacular death in battle. I just want to exhaust my life and die naturally one day in the future."

"This is my only wish."

Medici couldn't help but laugh a few times after hearing this, and happily patted Traynor's shoulder, which was about the same height as him:

"You kid, stop being so pretentious. Do you know why I like to take you with me?"

"Because you have no ambition! Not at all! It seems that you shouldn't be a hunter. Even if the three-point sequence one and uniqueness of the hunter path fall in front of you now, you will not reach out to grab it."

Traynor thought for a moment: "Are you just going to tell me the secret of becoming a god?"

"You wouldn't do it anyway."

Medici smiled: "How could a hunter who still naively wants a good death embark on the road to becoming a god?"

"You're right."

"Okay! I won't waste time with you. I'm leaving first. We'll see you at sea on the Rhoside Islands."

"...Wait!" Traynor realized something was wrong and quickly stopped Medici, "You bought the ticket, why don't you take the boat?"

"The boat is too slow."

"Then why did you buy a boat ticket?"

"You can sit down when you go back!"

Traynor leaned back tactically. Seeing that the colors around Medici became rich, he had no choice but to slip out the sleeping Rielti and let him lead him to follow Medici's footsteps.

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Holding a meeting in front of an experienced and powerful person like the "Star Admiral", Klein felt a lot of pressure.

He didn't know that the "Star Admiral" who had just left had immediately reported to the "Queen of Mysteries". Although he was afraid of the majesty of the gods and did not disclose any information, he still wrote, "Someone has been consciously collecting Luo recently." Serge's Diary".

Above the gray fog, Klein turned to consider another thing:

The red-haired Elaine, who was paid up to 1,000 pounds, is actually related to "Lieutenant General Disease" Tracy!

Tracy took over Qilingos' fleet and changed the flagship to the Black Death. Qilingos had previously captured a wealthy businessman named Jimmy Neck... The wealthy businessman had earlier obtained the secret weapon with the God of Death. Some relevant ancient documents came from the tomb of the Balam royal family... This information came from the "Nightmare" in "The Creeping Hunger". It should have a certain effect on Mr. Azik. I originally planned to check it out. Check... Klein has other expectations for finding the red-haired Elaine.

He originally only wanted to use the magic mirror Arrodes to find someone, but now he is planning to add the "Poseidon" believers to investigate.

It was indeed beneath the dignity of the oracle to pay 1,000 pounds before, but now it involves a pirate general, which can barely make people guess what the hidden purpose is... Klein showed a photo of red-haired Elaine and beckoned him. "Poseidon's Scepter".

He did not make radio oracles, which may have been an unbearable burden for him.

He selected high-level officials such as Kalat and Edmonton, and said in a deep voice against the background of the roaring waves:

"Find her and protect her."

"Be careful of Tracy's power."

Without explaining, Klein divided the scene and the photo of red-haired Elaine into several parts and put them into the corresponding light spots.

Then, he returned to the real world, planning to go out on his own initiative to look for people, and take a look at where there were opportunities for real performances.

When he grasped the handle with his right hand, an idea that was absurd enough but possible to be realized suddenly flashed through his mind:

"My real purpose is not to find the red-haired Elaine, but to contact 'Vice Admiral Disease' Tracy, to find out the fate of the wealthy businessman Jimmy Neck, and to find out the whereabouts of the ancient documents about the God of Death.

"In other words, all I need is the red-haired Elaine who can attract 'Vice Admiral Disease' Tracy. Whether it is true or not is irrelevant.

"I can completely transform myself into red-haired Elaine, let Daniz send me to 'Hercules' Ozil, and collect the bounty while I simply wait to meet 'Vice Admiral of Disease' Tracy .

"This operation is so sexy..."

Klein shook his head suddenly and found a reason to reject the idea:

Even though he is a faceless man, I still can’t accept women’s clothing!

"...Is it possible that overcoming this psychological barrier is one of the rules of acting?"

"And I don't know the red-haired Elaine. She can't disguise herself even if she wants to. She only has one skin. It's hard to deceive people who know her well. Then I won't be able to meet 'Lieutenant General Disease' Tracy."

"Well, the person looking for the red-haired Elaine may not be Tracy, but may also be the enemy of the pirate general. I don't know the details of Lieutenant General Disease, and I can't assess the degree of danger if I do this rashly."

"It's better to be steady. Follow your heart's will. Find the red-haired Elaine first, get the detailed information from her, and then consider what to do next."

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The sun gradually moved towards the west, and in the evening, Edward, who was taking a leisurely walk, saw two pedestrians.

He smiled and took the initiative to greet the two miners, who were half-breeds from the Southern Continent and asked for directions.

"Yes, yes, sir." The younger mixed-race man said in relatively fluent but heavily accented Runeese, "There is a small city ahead, but sir, the city is very far away and you can't get there. Before tonight ."

"Thank you, you speak Loen very well." Edward praised the young man warmly, and then asked, "Are there any other villages or cities nearby where I can rest?"

The young man did not show a flattered expression. Instead, he smiled reluctantly and thanked him for the compliment.

His words had their own spirituality, and even the old southern mainlanders who were not good at foreign languages ​​understood what he meant. The middle-aged and elderly men looked up at the gentleman in front of him in fear, and then immediately lowered their heads and stared at their dark bare feet. , dare not take a closer look at Edward's well-made clothes and elegant accessories.

"Sir, you, you -" the middle-aged and elderly man spoke in Dutan language as soon as he spoke, and then he began to worry that the foreign gentleman opposite would not understand him. He could only look at the junior next to him and said, "There are no other towns nearby. Well, there is a small village far to the south, but I heard that it suffered deserters. If you don’t mind, sir, the foreman of our mine is the boss of Lun Lai."

The young man was about to translate when he saw Edward nodded:

"Thank you for your kindness."

Did he understand? The young man was stunned and felt a little less ill-will towards this foreigner.

"Is this really far from town? Then where are you coming from and where are you going?"

The two looked at each other and said honestly:

"We are workers in a nearby mine and live in a dormitory. Because today's mining share is insufficient, we now have to go back to the mine to work."

After saying that, they looked up at the sky. The sun had already fallen into the clouds, and the sky on the other side was dimmed with night.

"So that's it. I'd better go to the small city ahead. Although it's small, it's still a safe place to stay." Edward said with a smile, "Thank you both for showing me the way. Do you have any wishes?"

The middle-aged and elderly man was startled, quickly raised his head and said:

"Please think carefully! It will take at least half a day to walk from here to the city. It is too dangerous for you to walk alone in the wild. It is easy to encounter robbers and refugees. There are still many deserters. Sir, you..."

"Don't worry about me, I have the ability to protect myself." Edward repeated, "What are your wishes?"

"Wish?" The young man laughed self-deprecatingly. In fact, he hated foreigners very much, but he reluctantly looked kind and cheerful when facing the gentleman in front of him who had a very good attitude and could speak Dutan language.

He forced a smile and said, "Sir, you are just asking for directions. I don't need anything in return."

The middle-aged and elderly men also nodded quickly and said, "Yes, sir, it is our honor to be able to help you."

Edward saw a trace of anger flash across the young man's face, and he nodded: "I understand."

"Then let's say goodbye. I wish you both a sweet dream tonight."

The two said goodbye again and again. The young man walked away for a while and then turned around by mistake.

In his imagination, the gentlemen of the Northern Continent wearing suits, leather shoes, holding canes and leather shoes must not be able to walk very fast. The wild land of the Southern Continent is not as good as the flat brick land of the Northern Continent, which is not good for the precious legs and feet of the gentlemen.

But when he turned around, he was surprised to find that there was no other figure in his field of vision.

"Hey, uncle!" The young man quickly tugged on the sleeve of the middle-aged and elderly man and said in disbelief, "That man is gone!"

The middle-aged and elderly man slapped the young man on the back as if facing a formidable enemy, and said with a mix of shock and anger:

"How many times have I told them to call them sir outside?"

"But he's gone!"

"What if someone can hear me? What if there are others around?" The middle-aged and elderly man grabbed the young man's arm, walked forward faster, and kept lecturing, "Lower your head when you speak! Last time, that kid threw a stone at the Governor's carriage and was beaten into a sieve on the spot. Have you forgotten?! He was so careless! Can I wrong you by lowering my head and speaking?!"

The young man snorted a few words indignantly, and the middle-aged and elderly man scolded him a few words. The two of them just put the matter of the suddenly disappearing Northern Continental people behind them and headed towards the mine in the sunset.

At the same time, on the wall of the small city dozens of kilometers away.

The soldiers who were chatting and resting against the city wall suddenly saw one of them staring straight at their backs.

"What's that look of yours? Don't be scary... Then, what is that?"

Then, everyone's eyes focused on the direction where the soldier was looking.

At the junction of the setting sun and the horizon, a monster appears.

There are no words other than monster that can describe the appearance of that thing - it has a huge and deformed body, like a large moving mass of meat, and dozens of arms of different lengths are like toothpicks stuck in the meat mass.

The meat ball seemed to be made up of countless pieces of human flesh, leaving long blood marks and pieces of flesh when it squirmed. The meat ball had no clear limb divisions, and the surface was a human face, some big, some small, some old, some young.

One of the soldiers made eye contact with a girl's face. The girl's face showed a shy smile. The whole piece of flesh on her cheek lifted up due to the movement of her face. The crow pecked out her eyes, leaving only two bloody holes. There were flies and maggots in the eye sockets.

The soldier couldn't bear the stimulation and was frightened to death.

Even at such a long distance, the soldiers, who were just ordinary people, still felt the breath of blood and death coming towards their faces.

Their team leader is a Sequence 9 Beyonder, and he is also the "strong man" most familiar to the soldiers. At this time, facing this monster, the squad leader's legs kept shaking, and finally he couldn't support his body and fell to the ground.

At this moment, this seemingly bloated mass of flesh had arrived in front of them with incredible speed.

Its height completely exceeded the city wall of this small city. The faces showed smiles, and the arms stuck on the meat balls flew out like tentacles. In an instant, all the defenders on the city wall were captured and put into their mouths one by one.

These prey will scream and struggle, and are very noisy, but as long as the head is removed, they will become a part of their own flesh.

When Rou Tuan finished the dessert and began to squirm over the city wall, Edward, who had picked up a copy of the Southern Continent Daily from somewhere and read it while walking, arrived belatedly.

"Sigh, this kind of family is indeed not in line with my taste."

Edward shook his head as he witnessed the city wall collapse under the load, and the huge piece of flesh carrying masonry residue into the city.

"But when attacking a city, area fear is still very useful."

He walked along the rubble piled on the ground to the city wall that had not yet collapsed, and watched the pieces of meat crushing the houses along the way. One after another, new frightened faces appeared on the surface, and soon a happy smile appeared. .

Edward wiped a city wall brick clean with a paper towel, sat on the city wall, held his chin and looked at the dancing meat mountain for a while, and finally couldn't help but crush it into pieces, reducing it to a huge amount of bones and flesh. The released red tide immediately rushed through the city like a floodgate, swallowing up the people running desperately on the streets in the night. The gas street lamps in the city were lit one by one, and the transparent shadow broke away from the shackles of the body, hovering and screaming over the city, constantly adding new ones of its kind.

The person standing on the low roof was a native of the Southern Continent. His outstretched arms in the sea of ​​blood grabbed the wall and climbed up. Among the floating faces, he saw the mother and son next door smiling at him.

"God, God...!"

He knew that he was about to die, and his fear and survival instinct blocked all unnecessary thoughts. He wanted to pray to God, but he didn't know which God to pray to. However, before he could find any trustworthy gods, a child's hand touched the tip of his toe, and the first half of his foot immediately disappeared and became part of the sea of ​​blood.

He lost his balance and fell backwards, unable to feel the pain in his feet at all. Tentacles of flesh and blood climbed up to the roof in front of his eyes. He moved back on his hands and knees in terror, but he didn't expect a hand to suddenly reach out from behind and drag him down.

There was not even a sound of falling into the water, not even a whirlpool or a ripple, he fell like water into the water.

"Get away! Get away!"

A low-level officer who rushed out of someone else's house kept roaring, quickly mounted his horse, and kicked down the local girl who wanted to follow him, completely ignoring the tenderness just now.

He was the fourth son of a wealthy businessman who had no inheritance rights. He was sent to a distant and backward city to join the army. The wealthy businessman's father was still thinking about his son, so he spent some money to help him avoid detours and start as an officer. Although the Southern Continent is dirty, barbaric, backward, and disgusting, the people in the Southern Continent are docile and weak, and their knees are so soft that they can kneel down to anyone. He has everything here and can get whatever he wants. Therefore, his hard military life Only then did I have some happiness and dignity.

Just when he thought such days could last forever, disaster suddenly struck.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Don't block my way!"

He fired repeatedly and even fired at people around him. But the crowd trapped his horse, surrounded by people fleeing for their lives, and the gun, horse and military rank he was proud of were no longer of any use.

If he had been more physically fit, he could have jumped off his horse, knocked aside the emaciated natives and mulattoes around him, and charged forward.

But his arrogant and extravagant life made him weak and fat. As soon as he got off the horse, someone tripped him to the ground. Someone behind him pressed on him. He struggled desperately, but he couldn't get up no matter what. coming.

However, death would not stop for this. The sea of ​​​​blood caught up with him. The last scene he saw was the girl who was kicked down by him staggering to run in front of him. He had the last thought of "hateful——", and many Together, people become part of the sea of ​​blood.

Edward took his time and walked step by step on the wall surrounding the city.

Wherever He went, the sea of ​​blood spread.

Then there were screams of terror from the darkroom in the rich man's house, and blood flowed from the cracks in the door. Blood also gradually flowed out of the cellar in the poor man's house, and the lid of the cellar was opened.

There were still faint sounds of prayer in the only small church, but after more and more people rushed in and flowed out, it became completely quiet, and the steps and decorations were washed clean with red.

People running rampant on the street resented in their hearts "Why are there so many people in front of me?", sparing no effort to push, trample, and curse each other, adding to their sins and then dying. The little nobleman's car was grabbed by the wheel. The nobleman and his family, wives and concubines shouted "I don't want to die" and were dragged into the flesh and blood. The sea of ​​blood washed them away, leaving the car full of soaked banknotes and precious metals.

Of course, when death comes suddenly, many people will not be able to accept it.

The devil doesn't care whether you accept it or not. He just wants to come out for dinner after being locked up for a long time.

"Um--"

After all the lives of more than 85,000 people in the city were taken away by him, Edward just walked around the city. He looked at the city under his feet that had turned into a lake, and felt a need to wash up after eating. Bowl of distress.

The assimilation of flesh and blood is not a big deal, it is even just the most superficial application of the blood curse, but it will become more terrifying after it snowballs.

Edward believes that he is not the kind of demon who only likes to torture the weak. Due to the influence of his nature, he actually likes to achieve terrible consequences by distorting and amplifying the resentment of the weak.

"If you make a bigger one, you'll probably be tracked by the church... It has no other use than attracting hatred. It's more convenient to go by yourself."

He stretched out his hand, and the sea of ​​​​blood surged up, creating a tornado that flew high into the sky. The ghosts all rushed over, and finally they turned into a drop of blood and fell into the back of Edward's hand, disappearing like snowflakes melting.

In the beginning, it was just a drop of blood.

"A little more spiritual...well, that's all there is to it after all."

Edward turned around, preparing to jump off the city wall and head to another city to rest temporarily.

As soon as he took a step, he paused, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it behind his back, smashing the Storm Church in the city to pieces.

TBC

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Lao Ai: I just said that I always feel that something is not pleasing to the eye.