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Zhao Guangli could only feel that inside his body, the bones were unnaturally alienated and there were problems with the internal structure.

This is an almost impossible problem for a hunter like Zhao Guangli who is proficient in genetics.

"Among the powers held by the Elephant Master, there should be a category similar to [bones], or bone extensions."

Zhao Guangli's heart was shaken.

Even if the false god is present, Zhao Guangli is not afraid.

But there are only super professionals, and such existence cannot be underestimated in the slightest.

The elephant owner has been dead for so many years, and the extraordinary items left behind can still affect him.

How powerful was the Elephant Lord who controlled the fallen kingdom when he was alive?

Zhao Guangli saluted the Queen and the Marquis, and then prepared to carefully read the [Notes of Night Town] in his hand, which was written by the Elephant Master himself.

Night Town.

Even someone as powerful and advanced as Zhao Guangli would still tremble with his name.

The legendary [Sub-Hell Area] would make any extraordinary person change his mind upon hearing it.

That is a place where humans cannot survive. Even if they are as powerful as the military, there is no thought of stationing in the darkness.

But before looking through it, Zhao Guangli stopped.

He looked at the Queen and nodded slightly: "Ms. Queen."

Zhao Guangli also knew that under normal circumstances, the [Night Town Notes] and the information about the sub-hell area only need to be handed over to him by the Marquis to read, and there is no need for an existence of the Queen's level.

And the reason why Ms. Queen is here is obviously to give herself some simple guidance.

In the entire kingdom, the person who knows the sub-hell area best is the queen.

Zhao Guangli concluded from previous descriptions that Queen Ayn Rand had entered the sub-hell area at least twice, once more than fifty years ago, hidden in the [Eland Demon City] entered by the Alliance's Ancient Transcendental Expedition.

The other time was this time, but in fact, the queen must have entered the sub-hell zone more times than Zhao Guangli imagined.

Seeing Zhao Guangli's humble appearance, An Rand nodded with satisfaction with a smile on his face.

In fact, this was exactly what the Queen and the Marquis had arranged in advance.

"Then, Mr. Earl." Heine said: "Senior Ayn Rand will briefly describe the basic situation of the sub-hell area..."

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In front of Zhao Guangli, the queen slowly spoke.

This gave Zhao Guangli a basic idea of ​​the sub-hell area.

The classification of stable area, disaster area, and sub-hell area was established by the Sky Drive Alliance more than 300 years ago. There was no very direct division at the beginning. It was not until a hundred years of fierce battle between humans and demons that it was gradually standardized.

The place where humans cannot survive is the sub-hell zone!

With the poisonous miasma, the evil eyes staring in the darkness, and the unstoppable mental decline... the Sky Drive Alliance defines this as a restricted area!

Zhao Guangli's eyes suddenly dawned.

Before the historical fault, the human domain was dozens of times that of the currently vast Sky Drive Alliance, [Mechanical Dynasty] [Demon Empire] [Vampire Alien Empire]...

Alliance archaeologists have been studying how those prehistoric humans survived in such a sub-hell zone.

Among the faults of history, there are countless precious treasures buried in the darkness.

Every sub-hell area hides huge wealth and is undoubtedly a treasure trove of resources.

It is precisely because of this that both the Alliance and the Kingdom have the idea of ​​heading towards darkness.

The most direct one is the Livaya Hell Area Expedition Team, one of the ten members from ancient times.

At this point, the queen became serious.

"The Li clan is a royal family of a huge extraordinary force in prehistoric mankind. In their hands, they have a map recording the family treasures, which is located in a sub-hell area. At the beginning, the Li clan spent a huge amount of money to the point of breaking their muscles.

With the resources of Zhugegu, we dispatched a large number of high-level extraordinary beings into the darkness, suffering heavy casualties, but obtained the most powerful extraordinary weapons in the entire human world."

Even a super professional like the Queen has some feelings of envy.

"Broken Sword [Nation Subjugation]."

Zhao Guangli's mind moved.

This is not the first time Zhao Guangli has heard of this weapon.

If the alliance had a weapons list, then that broken sword would be number one in the world.

The most powerful weapon.

A broken sword.

"The soul-living martial arts can break the sword and subjugate the country. Holding the [subjugation]], the living beings can kill the gods."

This is a description of a subjugated country from the otherworldly world.

"Oh, that's a bit far. In short, because the sub-hell area has a lot of resources and a lot of unique things, we have to enter. I heard that Xiao Heine gave you a nail-sized piece of [The Original Curse of the Immortal].

Kind of] Right."

Zhao Guangli nodded.

That thing has been kept in my own void, and I don't know how to use it specifically.

"That's a good thing. Professor Gu Chaoran unloaded it from the stone slab of Elland Demon City... Forget it, let's not talk about it for now."

Ayn Rand seemed reluctant to mention that trip.

Zhao Guangli hates people who half-talk.

Was that trip to the Magic City really cruel?

Even Ayn Rand had this expression.

However, Zhao Guangli did not elaborate. After all, this time, the destination he was planning to go to was Night Town.

From the queen's description, Zhao Guangli clearly understood that both were sub-hell areas, but Night Town was much smaller than the Demon City of Elland.

It can even be said that Night Town is the smallest sub-hell area.

"Night Town is located in the northwest of the kingdom's border. You will enter that place through a long narrow canyon through the dark fog."

"First of all, let me tell you, Zhao Guangli, all the time, the strong people you see in the human world are only a small number."

The queen said seriously.

"There are many strong people who have been wandering around in various sub-hell areas all year round, either for resources or for other reasons, but many of these people have not returned to human society for decades or even hundreds of years.

They may not even know how many political regimes there are in humankind today."

"Such a person..."

Ayn Rand paused for a moment: "If you encounter such beings, don't regard them as fellow travelers. The vast majority of strong human beings in the sub-hell area have been assimilated by the breath of darkness and no longer regard themselves as human beings.

Everything is just for myself, completely selfish.”

Is there any other way to say this?

Zhao Guangli calmed down his emotions while digesting the Queen's information.

These contents are unlikely to be found even in the great library of the ancient academy.

Those who can enter the sub-hell zone are at least the top experts among higher human beings. Only those who have experienced it personally like the queen can know.

But speaking of it, Zhao Guangli has been to the [Abyss Realm] once, which is also one of the terrifying sub-hell areas.

"This is the premise."

The queen looked at Zhao Guangli and kindly reminded: "In Night Town, or even in any sub-hell area, try not to trust anyone. Even the person you trust most may still be parasitically occupied by terrifying existences."

, steal all memories... You should know this better than me."

Zhao Guangli was convinced.

The queen's hand wearing gauze gloves moved gently, and the red void surged.

"Dark Town, from the outside, is just a remote and dilapidated town. It has city walls, but they are dilapidated and have almost no actual use."

"Any life in it will naturally lose its soul."

"Of course, the general equivalent of the entire Night Town is also soul. As long as you have enough souls, you can buy anything... in the true sense, anything."

Ayn Rand raised his eyebrows.

Using the soul as the universal currency?

It sounds a little weird.

Zhao Guangli's expression changed.

"Is it the so-called [Soul Store]?"

In the void of Zhao Guangli, there is also a complete corpse of the [False God]. That extraordinary human adventurer was obtained by the Elephant Master from the so-called soul store.

"That's right."

The queen nodded: "In Night Town, there is a special rule. You can use your soul as a bargaining chip to weigh, gamble, or even trade directly."

Zhao Guangli's face darkened: "My own soul?"

The soul is a unique thing in any life, and consuming your own soul is not a good thing from any point of view.

"That's right." The queen nodded and continued, and even the Marquis on the side pricked up his ears to listen: "It's the same for any guest who visits Night Town. The loss of the soul will increase over time, and the loss will become more and more serious.

If you do more, your extraordinary power will naturally be dissipated until it is exhausted and degraded into a single-celled life that is inferior to even ordinary people."

"Then there should be a way to continue it."

Zhao Guang left his mouth and asked.

"certainly."

The queen said: "The soul is a bargaining chip, money, and the equivalent of everything. Then...it will naturally lead to deception and soul-plundering behaviors. It is very important to seize other people's souls and turn them into one's own wealth."

"In a world view where souls are money, everything is controlled by the [Candlelight Council]. Those demons are pure lunatics, calling themselves [Dark Town Councilors]. When I first entered Night Town, I once killed for soul value.

He became a council member of Night Town, but he also took the identity of that demon and became one of the council members of Night Town."

Tsk tsk.

As she listened, the queen's warlike nature was naturally revealed in her voice.

The strongest knight in the kingdom is indeed extremely terrifying.

"The town is full of strange lights at night, and there are countless abnormal events. Even if it is just an ordinary tree on the roadside, there are terrible stories hidden in it."

The Queen is an excellent narrator.

As soon as she arrived inside Night Town, before she had time to do anything else, she rested under a big tree when she discovered a large number of eyeballs under the bark of the trunk of the tree.

Crowded among them, there was a sound of blood and flesh mixing, and a large number of needle-like tentacles extended.

Ms. Ayn Rand is not a vegetarian. If anyone else were to be eaten by this man-eating tree.

She picked up the chain saw with her backhand and cut the tree in half. Then, a painful human face appeared on the damaged bark.

"I am willing to contribute half of my [soul] and become your slave. I just ask you to help me take revenge."

Ayn Rand spent a whole week to find the root of this weird eyeball tree, which was the product of a certain member of the Candlelight Parliament.

The Queen's name was not called for nothing. She caused a scene in the Candlelight Council, stole a large number of souls, and killed a Night Town Councilor. Of course, she was also seriously injured.

"Am I a very nice person?"

Having said this, An Rand looked at Zhao Guangli and showed a confident smile: "I repaid evil with kindness, and I even avenged the eyeball tree."

She was in high spirits, but Zhao Guangli and the Marquis looked at each other.

The Queen is the ultimate militant, she just needs that tree as a reason to take revenge.

Zhao Guangli would not hold back against the kind of monster who dared to attack him, and neither would the Queen.

The man-eating tree was probably killed by the Queen before she killed the Night Town Councilor.

"I'm wanted in Night Town right now, so be careful and don't say you know me there."

The queen waved her hand.

Zhao Guangli was stunned: "But Ms. An Rand, aren't you already a councilor of Night Town?"

"You're a bit mistaken..."

The queen said: "The councilor of Night Town is just a privileged status in Night Town, a symbol of strength, but not a person in charge of power and administration. I am seriously injured now, and there are many disgusting guys who want to kill me, including of course

A few scumbags who hang out in Night Town all year round."

I see.

Zhao Guangli looked at the queen in red.

Sure enough, even serious injuries are so cruel. Is this the queen?

His mind returned to reality.

"Actually, I never know why you want to go to Night Town."

The queen turned towards Zhao Guangli and asked.

At Zhao Guangli's level, going to any sub-hell area is extremely dangerous. This is the reality.

Upon hearing this question, Zhao Guangli did not hide it.

"Back then, I confronted [Giant Soldier] Kronos and invited Nie Shenhai."

With just one sentence, understanding appeared in the eyes of the Queen and the Marquis.

The name Nie Shenhai is well-known among the top human beings.

The director of the training department of the Zero Battle Academy and a super knight.

You know, there are very few truly pure-bred super knights in the human world.

"You want to find the Zeroth Battle Academy...that kind of illusory academy, I don't know. Night Town is not too big, but it is not small either. If you ask me, I don't know, because even I,

We have only explored a small part of Night Town."

Ayn Rand paused: "Also, according to some weird information I got after becoming a council member of Night Town, I don't know whether it is true or not, that is... Night Town is actually just a part of a certain sub-hell area, and even very

It might be the entrance to the real sub-hell area...who knows."

Zhao Guangli looked serious and was thinking seriously.

The road ahead really seems like a mystery, completely impossible to see clearly.

Even a person like the Queen cannot run rampant in the sub-hell area... This is almost the strongest combat power of mankind.

"But speaking of which, when I saw you, I suddenly remembered something."

"Three years ago, a little guy came to the kingdom." An Rand's eyes showed a thoughtful look: "The little guy said he was going to [Dark Town]."

Zhao Guangli didn't know why Ayn Rand suddenly brought up this topic.

"That man is very strong, about the same age as you... his whole person, well, it's pretty impressive anyway."

"He's very strong, at least as good as you are now. I tried to persuade him, but it didn't work... I never saw him come back after that."

Ayn Rand said lazily.

"That little guy calls himself...Caesar."