Half a year has passed, and the war between the two empires continues. The battle between the soul beast and the Wuhun Palace is still going on. Di Tian and Bi Ji are still confronting Qian Daoliu in Wuhun City. In addition to the extremely fierce offensive for a period of time in the beginning, the spirit beasts' attack frequency dropped a lot later, but they became more cunning. They no longer just charge stupidly, but start using various tactics. Some spirit beasts can emit heart-rending roars, and they roar collectively from time to time at night, making the spirit masters restless. There is a skunk-like spirit beast that spreads its stink unscrupulously upwind, letting the pungent smell drift into the city on the wind. Some spirit beasts can fly and throw all kinds of random things from the air. At first, it was stones, bones and other hard objects that could cause a certain amount of damage. Later, after realizing that throwing these objects was not very effective against the soul master, these flying soul beasts began to throw feces. Although the damage was not high, it caused more chaos. Among the soul beasts, an ordinary baboon with a white circle on its right eye looked extremely eye-catching.
Although it is just an ordinary beast, it seems to have a high status. It is protected by specialized ten thousand year soul beasts when traveling. This is the staff officer appointed by Brigitte, and many strange strategies come from it. Although many of the strategies seemed a bit childish and had more elements of mischief, they successfully fulfilled the requirements of "tiring the enemy" given by Ditian without causing too much loss to the spirit beasts themselves. This method, which will not cause much harm to both parties, is more in line with Brigitte's wishes. After the initial fierce attack and finding that Wuhun City could not be captured, Ditian and Bi Ji changed their goal to holding back Wuhun Palace. This prevents them from intervening in the war between human empires. ………… The long war has brought serious impacts, not only the losses on the frontal battlefield, but also the various negative reactions caused by it. Production activities were hindered, food output decreased, and food shortages began. Also affected was the murderous city hidden in the dark underground, known as the Paradise of the Fallen. The dark moon, exuding cold brilliance, hangs low in the sky, constantly seduce the desire for killing and bloodthirsty in people's hearts. In the outer city of the killing city, in front of the black building where food was distributed, a skinny man with sunken eyes, apathetic, looked at the thumb-sized rice ball in his hand, knelt down and begged: "Please, give me more. " The woman in black gauze who was responsible for distributing the food said coldly: "Get out of here, that's all. Don't block the people behind you." "But in the past six months, the food you have given me has been decreasing." "Don't talk about you. There isn't enough food in the inner city. To be able to give out such a small amount is already a mercy from the great King of Slaughter. You should accept it with gratitude." The skinny man looked at the plump and fair-skinned messenger in front of him, and his Adam's apple rolled. He suddenly rushed towards the opponent like crazy. The woman in black gauze was thrown to the ground without noticing. Her clothes were torn to pieces and she screamed: "What are you doing? I represent the great King of Slaughter. If you dare to attack me, you will be sentenced to death." The man didn't care, he opened his mouth and bit the other person's chest. Those lining up behind barely hesitated to join in the atrocity. For the fallen in the Killing City, the same kind is also a kind of food.
Under the threat of hunger, they have gone crazy, and all the king of killing and capital punishment have been put aside. As long as they can eat enough now, it doesn't matter what happens in the future. A tall man, his whole body wrapped in a scarlet cloak, stood in the eternal night, quietly looking down at the city below. His face was pale, his eyes were blood red, and two sharp fangs were vaguely exposed in his mouth. The King of Slaughter watched his envoy being eaten by the beast-like crowd, and looked at the chaos in the Slaughter City. Instead of getting angry, there was a trace of enjoyment and intoxication in his expression. "Ah... it's the breath of depravity, the breath of killing, the breath of death... Such chaos, such fighting, this is the real city of killing! "It's a pity that if you want to maintain the existence of this city, basic order is indispensable, but when it happens that there is a war above and there is not enough food, it is not a bad idea to indulge once. Hahahahaha..." The cold, terrifying and slightly crazy laughter echoed in the darkness for a long time. "Gehrman Sparrow" glanced at the sky thoughtfully, with a stern expression. "Gehrman, it's time to eat." Hu Liena's figure came from downstairs. Seeing that there was no movement upstairs, Hu Liena sighed helplessly, walked up with the steamed buns, and placed them on the table. "It's normal food. I got it with great difficulty." Hu Liena said softly. "Gehrman" pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing and coldly uttered one word: "Sick." "It's true that I'm sick. When there was enough food before, everyone looked down upon it and had to drink Bloody Mary. Now that there's not enough food, everyone is proud to eat normal food, and even kills people for it." Hu Liena He nodded and agreed. Hu Liena looked at "Gehrman" with a smile in her eyes and said softly: "Eat quickly, don't waste it. This time I got a big bag of food, which should be enough for us to eat for a few days... Don't worry, I will go out and get more tomorrow and try to stock up for a month." "I mean your eyes are sick. If you have time, you can go to the basement to have a look. It will save you a lot of time." "German" pushed open the French window and stood on the balcony overlooking the street. Hu Liena clenched her fists and walked down the second floor without saying a word. Two groups of people were fighting for... a bag of potatoes. A young man with blue hair and handsome face walked out from a corner, and a dark hammer suddenly appeared in his hand. He rushed into the crowd, waving the hammer. The dark hammer seemed to carry an unstoppable force. If it was touched a little, the lightest would be broken bones, and the worst would be death. After doing all this, the blue-haired young man bent down to pick up the bag of potatoes. He seemed to notice that someone was watching him. He looked at "German" on the balcony in the distance, and a rather fearful expression appeared on his face. He carried the potatoes and left without looking back. "Heh... interesting." "German" stretched out his right hand and pinched the upper and lower edges of his right eye lens, with an interested look on his face. As if realizing that this was not in line with his personality, he quickly restrained his expression and returned to his sternness. Hu Liena came to the basement and looked at the full warehouse of food. She felt like a fool for running around to get normal food in the past few days. She recalled what Amon said - it can save you a lot of time. So, what he meant was that there was still enough food, so there was no need to work too hard for it and run around...German was indeed a gentle person, but his mouth was sometimes a little bit venomous and annoying. Hu Liena thought secretly in her heart. She took a deep breath, returned to the second floor, and asked curiously: "Have you anticipated this situation a long time ago?" "Be prepared."