The Riddler Get Out of Terra

There are always dry rations - but the devils are always so reserved. Seeing these rations that Kallen eats in cherished bites, they will wave their hands in disgust and ask people to throw her lunch into the garbage. .

They're actually pretty good, aren't they?

Kallen couldn't understand the thoughts of the devils.

But they are indeed getting weaker day by day:

No longer talking loudly, but whispering; no longer coming every day to appreciate Karen's pitiful struggle in pain, but instead hiding in a place where she can't see her whereabouts.

Even the words she occasionally heard became strange whispers:

"The Regent of Sarkaz just gave up on Kazdel?!"

"Where's the Blood Demon Lord! Where's the Night Demon Leader! Where's the Banshee Lord! Have they all given up on Kazdel!"

"How can this new force control Kazdaele?! They will fail soon, and everything will be counterattacked!"

"How could this be?! How could this be?!"

“There’s not enough food, what should we do?”

"how is this possible!"

"Kazdel is blocking this place! The Fifth Legion has wiped out too many ancient races and their vassals! There is no hope here!"

"No! Everything will be fine!"

……

Their tone of voice became irritable day by day, and the pampered people on both sides became pale and haggard day by day. Kallen continued her ordinary life, with a little happiness that made her feel scared:

Seeing the devils in misfortune actually made her feel happy.

But this small sense of pleasure quickly disappeared. As the underground atmosphere became more solemn, the devils became more and more demanding on her. It seemed that they no longer planned to consider Kallen's time, but instead planned to let her Everything burned.

Kallen was in pain. The long-term and overloaded use of her abilities caused her whole body to shrink together spasmodically. Her legs, which had lost consciousness early due to the experiment, were involuntarily curled up with her body. Every day The pain of being closer to death than the previous day made Miss Karen hold back tears.

But she couldn't help it.

The outside is desolate, with no food or houses. Natural disasters and hunger will destroy the survivors' will to survive. Those companions who have the courage to run out of the laboratory will soon turn into mummies.

Every time at this time, the devils would send out an action team in a joyful atmosphere of celebration, and make specimens of the stiff and emaciated corpse of the idiot who tried to leave, and put it in front of the experimental subject who had the same disease as him or her not long ago. exhibition.

Kallen, who occasionally cooperates with experiments and can read some books, has a kind of fear of muddling along:

Is it the end of the world outside?They are the last survivors in this world, and the devils are monsters who escaped from the disaster and take pleasure in imprisoning them.

But they are no different from us, right?

Kallen's head was always confused by her own unrealistic ideas.

Just as the Sakaz girl was hopelessly waiting for an ending, a slight abnormal sound suddenly sounded in her ears.

Eh?

She avoided the guards patrolling the outside world and turned her head secretly, trying to see what was going on - her eyes were also blurred due to the too intense use of the Origin Stone technique, and she had to get closer to see things clearly.

Fortunately, as the atmosphere became more tense, the guards no longer pressed as hard as usual, and Kallen could walk around freely in the dark personal room.

She secretly glanced at the mirror. The thin Sakaz woman had long, messy hair, which she randomly braided into a thick braid on her chest. She looked at Kallen blankly with a dirty face. His blue eyes were still so gray.

Alas, there was nothing she could do about it. The devils were in big trouble, and she couldn't get some grease like Oblivion did and use the Originium technique to refine soap as described in the book. It was normal for her to be dirty now.

Kallen thought with regret to herself.

Then, she opened the bathroom - she could clearly hear the sound coming from here not long ago.

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"...Eh? Is there no one?"

Karen looked at the empty bathroom—

—There’s no one there? !

She then walked around, seeing dirty floors and tiled walls, a barely clean toilet, only a showerhead and iron bars, and nothing else except a trash can... It seemed like there was really no one there?

I've started to have auditory hallucinations recently...

She sighed in her heart.

boom!

Kallen felt a pain in her neck, and the strange cold energy followed the contact area and reached her brain. Her outstanding will, which was tortured by the potion and Origin Stone skills, had no effect at all. The Sakaz girl fainted without any struggle.

The black shadow calmly hugged Karen's arms behind her and threw her on the toilet in the bathroom.

Kureha glanced at Kallen again, and after confirming that the girl was just a persecuted test subject, he lifted the water barrier that enveloped the entire bathroom. The scene in the room suddenly changed:

Kallen originally saw that the dirty tile wall covered with dust that could not be wiped off had disappeared, and was replaced by a bottomless, dark and dark hole!

The sound she heard was correct. Although Kureyu tried his best to control it, when he controlled the rock to automatically compress and relax, and finally successfully sneaked into the cavity of the underground base, there was still a little friction.

Fortunately, Hong Yu was prepared early, and a layer of false water curtain covered up all the truth.

It's a pity that Qiao Lun went in another direction, otherwise wouldn't it be better to directly use spiritual perception instead of me just messing around like a headless fly?

He complained secretly - although other feathers would always call him Gin during psychic gatherings, Kureha himself actually didn't like this title:

Like Bemos, these feathers that were born earlier than Kong Ming were the first generation when the technology was immature. They did not add the characteristics of the host body to the feathers to hide their identities. The only thing that makes up their character quality is a certain aspect of Qiao Lun. side.

If Bemos is a mixture of self-criticism and inferiority, then Hongyu is the incarnation of a social animal personality of diligence and indifference - uninformed people may think that Kong Ming is the model worker in Feathers, but long before Kong Ming was born, Hongyu Yu has already started working overtime day and night.

However... there seems to be an unexpected discovery?

Kureha stared at the black shadow at the entrance of the cave and let out a deep laugh.

Chapter 49 A long week ([-])

"I've seen a lot of guys who overestimate their abilities. In the wilderness, in the dark, and on every inch of Kazdare's bones, there are very few guys who are as confident as you."

Kureha looked at the empty darkness and said in a low voice.

There was no response from the darkness.

"In the ancient promised land of Sarkaz, shadow sneaking was the specialty of shadow demons. They lurked in the shadows, assassinated targets, and threw the corpses into the shadow world shared by shadow demons. With various techniques, they were real. A race that can use space to assassinate.”

Kureha said coldly, his eyes constantly changing focus with a constantly changing "existence", as if he was enjoying a funny puppet show:

"When the Shadow Demon Guards following Han Xin said that someone had learned the Shadow Demon's Shadow Stealth and Hidden Shadow Steps, I was still a little unsure. I didn't expect that Theresa actually had a fake like you under her command."

"Aren't you going to come out? To me, your stealth is as distinct as the black-clad mercenaries on the wasteland under the scorching sun."

"Or," Kureha shrugged, "you want to follow me underground and stick behind me without saying a word? Your breath makes me feel a little cold."

"...Are you a shadow demon?"

Ascalon finally made a sound.

"Oh, she's a beauty!"

Kureha's eyes lit up - Askaron is indeed a Sakaz beauty, with black, backward-curved horns, dark gray semi-tight sleeves, pure black stockings, pale face and dark red hair. , the plump pudding is divided into two strands by a ribbon.

Her beauty is as sharp as a dagger in the dark, but Askaron always buries it in the shadows and armor before inserting it into the enemy's throat.

But now she has to show up, Kureha's mastery of the shadows exceeds hers so much that hiding in the shadows is self-inflicted.

"Are you a shadow demon?"

Ascalon could not deny Kureha's praise and repeated the inquiry he had made not long ago.

"Are you so trusting of Theresia? If you leave her alone in the Tower of Babel, she may not be able to escape with her life if she is besieged by assassins from the royal courts."

"Are you a shadow demon?"

"..."

Kureyu glanced at Askaron. The woman stared at him as if she were facing an enemy, showing no intention of relaxing.

He smiled.

"Did you know? In ancient times, every adult shadow demon must find a destined individual. No matter what method is used, no matter what the cost, he must kill the other person."

"Only by doing this can they gain the qualification to enter the shadow world. Before that, there is no difference between underage shadow demons and fakes like you.

Losing the innate talent of shadow demons, the young shadow demons cannot use the shadow realm to travel through space, and can only wander in the shadows through the methods you use now. "

Ascalon remained motionless, as if he didn't take the information revealed by Kureha at all, but Kureha used the "light in the pupil" to see clearly in the mind interface, this assassin who had followed Thearesia when she was a child. At this moment, the master's heart has set off huge waves.

——The nostalgic Sakaz always gives traditions a deeper meaning, so much so that some ancient secrets that Jorun disdains

Things always make these murderous mercenaries tremble with fear.

A war-mad race that wanders on the mainland all year round is always missing history... Qiao Lun and the Feathers all believe that there must be some secrets buried in it.

"But what is the reason for such a ritual? The ancient monarchs have done profound research on this aspect - the shadow demon is naturally bloodthirsty? Does the opening of the shadow world require flesh and blood sacrifices? Does the derivative realm require killing to open? Or is it the shadow demon? Are the demons expanding the Shadow Realm so much that the demand for flesh and blood is very high?”

Hong Yu calmly recounted these ancient secrets, and the introduction was so similar to that of the Blood Demon, the Scavenger, and the Wendigo that Ascalon could not doubt the authenticity of his words.

"Actually, none of them," Hong Yu said, "The shadow demons do this just to settle down and survive, so that they won't be caught and the whole family will be exterminated."

? !

Askaron didn't speak, but even Feather like Kureha, who didn't pay much attention to subtle expressions, could see that she was wavering, so that her hand holding the knife tightened again and again, and veins burst out on the back of her hand.

"You are not an ancient species. In other words, even the 'Immortal Lord' Kelsey who is now working in the Tower of Babel doesn't know much about that history - she can barely be called powerful in today's era, but in the world In ancient times when the royal courts were just weak creatures, immortals like her were often killed by young people."

"The Shadow Demon was actually not that powerful a species at that time."

Hong Yu’s words were astonishing.

He looked at Askaron and noticed the woman's doubts:

"You are wondering. Do you think that the current shadow demons can easily disarm you with your refined martial arts skills, and can easily suppress you in the shadow realm - while others, even the so-called leader of the Sin Absolver, are unable to face you. Pay full attention and be careful when your head falls to the ground."

"There is an old saying in the Yan Kingdom, 'When the tiger is not at home, the monkey is the king.' Combined with the current situation, do you have a new insight?"

Askaron moved his body.

"Have you ever seen Sakaz who can cast cyan thunder flames and set off storms that sweep hundreds of kilometers in the sky? According to Shadow Demon's records, such a tornado was cast by that man for seven days and seven nights. As he moved, There is no grass growing for thousands of miles, only scorched earth."

"Have you ever seen Sakaz who can enter the spiritual plane of intelligent life, shape flesh and blood on the material interface with reckless abandon, and modify other people's will and memory at will? In the records of Shadow Demon, Sakaz was convicted of 28 psychic wars. , 67 people died from the spiritual plague alone."

"Have you ever seen the Dragon Clan who can control natural disasters at will, including heavy rains, meteorites, hurricanes, tsunamis, and even earthquakes and landslides? In ancient times, they set off waves that destroyed half of the ancestral land of Sakaz. The earth is covered with bones, and the bones of the dead are as numerous as the hairs of an ox.”

"I don't think you've ever heard of these things."

Hong Yu smiled maliciously. The ancient ancestors of Terra's tribes were killed when the alien gods directly sank [-]% of the continent, so that even the surviving species had to restart their civilization. of twisted things.

"In front of these monsters, what are the Shadow Demons? We are just a group of snails living with shells - the Titans tear the earth apart, the Uranos dominate the sky, and even the minds are controlled by the Eros, leaving it to the Shadow Demons Our only way out is the shadow world where we can make a living."

"In the end, the ancestors of Shadow Demon also relied on the special features of the Shadow Realm to escape a catastrophic disaster and make their way among new species - yes, just like you, 'Tiger is not at home, The monkey is called the king, and the little snail hiding in the shell takes the opportunity to kill other bugs, becoming the terrifying race that Sakaz talks about."

"So the Shadow Realm is very important to us. She is the source of our life and the home of our flesh and blood. The life of the Shadow Demon begins with her and will end with it."

"In this case, the existence of the coming-of-age ceremony is of great significance... Guess, why am I telling you this?"

As soon as Kureyu's words changed, Askaron was horrified!

But her struggle has no effect. The black shadow, the shadow that she used to regard as a blade, a weapon, and a home, no longer intends to obey her orders. The deep shadow fog has already been buried when Kureha introduced her. Seed, and now, Ascalon is firmly bound in place by Him, looking like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"I am gifted and have been able to enter the Shadow Realm before I reached adulthood. I also know many people who can pay the price for me to cancel the adult ceremony, but I can't find my destiny, I can't find the destined lamb. Unexpectedly, The shadow demons have already put their target in front of my eyes."

With Kureha's joyful smile, the blood-red-haired young man Sakaz's skin was cracked, and even his clothes were eroded by the corrosive black energy. In the blink of an eye, Askaron, the handsome young man in black had been shattered into a pile of fragments. Disappear before your eyes.

Instead, there was a human figure condensed into a mass of pitch-black mist.

Then, pounce directly!

Ascalon's eyes were filled with darkness.

Chapter 50 Kazdaele Niche

When Askaron woke up again, she felt an odd silence.

There was no sound around, the heartbeat, footsteps, metal deformation, wind movement, water movement, and even the shadow's heartbeat-like pulsation disappeared. Only Askaron was left in the whole world, and the surroundings were silent and undisturbed by any existence. .

She stood up incomprehensibly, but her keen senses once again confirmed what she had thought when she woke up.

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The entire underground base was silent - Askaron has the top physical fitness among Sakaz. After a long period of assassin training, she could even hear the heartbeat of the patrolling guard outside Kallen's cell in the bathroom. Vibrated, Askaron could "hear" the whispers of the insects in the conference room deep in the base.

But there was no sound at all now, as if the water was still and the mountains were stagnant. If the surroundings were not still as clean and clean as new, she even suspected that she had traveled through time and arrived hundreds of years after the base was abandoned.

The Shadow Demon who tore himself into pieces, leaving only a piece of shadow mist, disappeared. The white-haired Sakaz who was knocked unconscious by him and threw it on the toilet also disappeared. Time seemed to no longer flow here, and even the smell remained. The deep smell of earth beneath the ground.

How is this going?What happened?