hunter rule

Chapter 1221 True Human Empire (2)

"The Empire has December."

"The [Red Moon] will rise every three months. During this period, all residents of the empire want to hide in their houses and are prohibited from looking directly at the red moon to avoid being exposed to the moonlight."

"If you are unfortunate enough to be illuminated by the red moon, you will suffer from but not limited to red moon syndrome, alienation syndrome, paranoia... Of course, more of them are psychological diseases. Even noble demons will also suffer from this karma.

Become [Chaos].”

"The red moon is the eye of the [Ancient God]. It cannot be seen, said, or checked..."

"The ancient gods give us everything, and the ancient gods give us strength..."

Inside the pale building, there was darkness all around.

I lit the kerosene lamp that smelled fishy, ​​and I could faintly hear screams from inside.

The Chaos Demon [Pete Venus] with a huge head was dancing and introducing the set meal in his hand: "Becoming Chaos is equivalent to returning to the ancient gods. Although it is an honor, it is also a terrible thing.

"

"Such a confused life is the fate of low-level chaos..."

"Of course not."

"There are also special facilities that can treat real humans with symptoms."

Peter stuck out his extremely long tongue and stared at the man in front of him like he was staring at a fat sheep.

"[Special facilities]?"

On a seat with special symbols, a man has his legs crossed.

The fair skin was completely different from the appearance of any kind of demon, but Peter didn't seem to notice this at all.

“Of course, here’s the set menu!”

"We have treatment channels for the ancient god's infection. We won't say it's completely eradicated, but we can guarantee that we will never escape into chaos!"

“Come and see!”

As he spoke, Pete took out a dark picture album, which looked devoid of any human beauty.

"[Life Cultivation Base] is a famous treatment institution in the entire Magic City. It specializes in treating immortal diseases... The fee is five hundred [original death coins]."

"[Flooding Cage], the manufacturing base of Chaos Species, occasionally makes some extra money. The fee is one thousand two hundred [Original Death Coins]. Of course, basically except for [Red Moon Syndrome] and [Utopia], that

The doctors around me all performed very well.”

"besides……"

The man straightened his body and his eyes were calm, as if he could see through fate.

There were some unusual fluctuations in the air, and even the candle flames moved slightly.

"Ah, sorry..."

Peter rubbed his head. He had completely forgotten that the person in front of him might be a member of the aristocratic class, a "Rogue", who could become an official in the imperial court. How could he go to such a low-cost place?

"[Festering Mental Hospital] charges 20,000 [original death coins]. It can not only treat the lesions, but also gain special powers... It is said that there are alien species from the human world."

"What...this doesn't work?"

Peter gritted his teeth: "[Origin Research Institute]!"

"I have channels!"

"The by-product of [Rampage Plan] can comprehensively enhance combat power, and even the cure for the ancient god's curse is just incidental. This channel is extremely secretive and is the product of special research by scientists in the research institute. Did you know... now

The Lord [Holy Infant] was born from it..."

"Of course, the cost is not cheap, but I believe adults can definitely afford it..."

Peter held out two fingers: "Two hundred thousand [original death coins], fixed price."

Zhao Guangli nodded, his eyes trembling.

Peter's eyes lost their luster and he froze in place, as if he had lost his consciousness.

Zhao Guangli stretched, stood up slowly, and looked out the window.

Outside the window of [Pete's Private Consultation], there is darkness, like the endless outline of a Gothic building, and the distance is like a giant beast surging in the wild.

This demon named Peter is not a doctor in Erland Mortal. His true identity is just a broker.

In the Magic City, every time the red moon comes, a large number of unlucky people will be infected.

This is an excellent enough industrial chain.

It's enough to make Peter, who does this kind of business, earn a lot of money.

"[Origin Research Institute]."

Zhao Guangli read these words in his mouth.

Everyone in the Magic City knows that the legendary [Holy Infant] was born inside the research institute.

The Holy Infant represents the greatest gift and the pinnacle of strength.

"It's just a pity. The previous ones are all true, and the various treatment facilities are indeed real. It's just that the last by-product of the so-called [Origin Research Institute] plan was a lie to me."

Zhao Guangli looked at the demon in front of him with a half-smile.

There is no such thing.

Pete simply wanted to defraud himself of money, and defrauded a lot.

Two hundred thousand original dead coins is an astronomical number.

"In that case, I will give you the destiny of [getting rich suddenly]."

There was a flow of breath that no one could detect, and Zhao Guangli pushed up his monocle.

A black snake slowly crawled out from his neck, giving Zhao Guangli an inexplicably familiar feeling.

"gentlemen……"

"This low-level demon is not worth your while."

The black snake is different from what it was thousands of years ago. It wears a crown on its head and has stars and power hidden in its eyes.

Zhao Guangli said softly: "I didn't take any action."

"I just thought about its possible fate."

After a year of extreme darkness, Zhao Guangli arrived at the place in front of him.

The end of the world, the devil's lair.

【Eland Magic City】.

The other side of darkness is big, very big.

Just like the complete human world, this place now is the [Demon World].

The complete political system, with the supreme law and the lord of the imperial court [the Immortal Monarch] as the pinnacle, rules the entire vast land of demons.

"As I expected, the world of demons is huge."

"Prehistoric humans never imagined that they would be facing other ethnic groups that also possessed civilization and political power."

Zhao Guangli's lips curled up into a smile.

"My lord, can you feel it?"

Prussia spat out the letter.

"You mean the underground stuff?"

Zhao Guangli walked out of the clinic door.

The sky is a world gradually turning blood red.

The streets are crooked and crooked, filled with culture and information that are different from human beings. If Zhao Guangli were still a [human], he would probably feel strong distortion and discomfort.

His boots hit the ground.

"The [Empire] that grows on the tentacles of the ancient gods."

"The [thing] down there really gives me a strange feeling."

Zhao Guangli put his right hand on his chin.

"Twisted, pure, like some kind of [beast] that is constantly multiplying, but it is not any known monster."

"Would you like to open it and take a look?"

Zhao Guangli said to himself.

A chilling atmosphere is conveyed.

From now on, the entire road has been devoid of any living creatures.

In the devil's residence, there will always be some intelligent devils anyway, but there are none now.

Bang.

Above, there was the sound of breaking glass.

Peter's body was penetrated entirely by golden tentacles extending from the ground.

"Well, the golden tentacle... can be regarded as a sudden wealth."

Zhao Guangli clapped his hands.

(End of chapter)