Chapter 638 35. Annan’s Redemption
Late at night, Annan, who was preparing to take a night’s rest while the Lord of Hell could not get his hands on the Lost City, suddenly sat up.
Because the empty church dungeon suddenly became noisy, the weirdos woke up from their respective cells.
Annan stared blankly at the bizarre sight in front of him... Has his shelter turned into a weird lair?
But it should be said... I chose a weird nest as a shelter.
Click——
The door of the cell that had just been closed by Annan opened automatically. Annan had no choice but to lean against the iron railing with the burnt girl and watch the strange outlines of other cells emerge.
They are undoubtedly weird, but they are different from the weird ones outside... These guys are not so dark and weird...
"Newcomer?"
One with a crocodile head , the strangely swollen skin looked at Annan, and said in standard common language, "Two?"
"I am its brother."
Annan pretended to be a new prisoner and stood with the burnt girl.
As a result, the crocodile head didn't care at all and walked out of the dungeon muttering something.
“Let’s go out too.”
Annan said, placing the body of the burnt girl close to her body, and then placed the leaves of the world tree and the leaves of the other world tree on her body at the same time, and She came outside the cell - the former could hurt Weird, and the latter could make Weird think he was her own monster.
Dozens of them made this place very lively. Only the living people didn't think so... But Annan didn't see a second human among them, and they didn't express curiosity about Annan. At most, they used the hundreds of eyes or heads on their bodies. Look at it with eyes that have turned into eyes or eyes that look like balls of thread coming out of the body.
It seems that Annan's current appearance is no different from them.
They gathered in the dungeon hall in twos, twos and threes, and even communicated in a common language. Some talked about how powerful they were outside, some boasted about their abilities, and some stood aside and looked like they were not to be trifled with.
If you were blindfolded, you would think it was a movement in a tavern.
The weirdness here is different from what Annan has encountered... they are too human.
"New here, are you looking for trouble?"
There are even guys who take the initiative to provoke.
Annan pretended to be ferocious, looking up at the strange figure who looked like a werewolf with tangled muscles, but no hair, and his head was squeezed into his chest by muscles.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You stepped on little Hovlin.”
Annan lowered his head and took a step back, and saw a strange piece of slug stuck to the stone brick. The outline also has thick lines, just like a character in a comic.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!"
The slug made a weird little scream, picking itself off like brown candy: "It didn't hurt me! Man, it's like this Friendly prisoners are rare.”
When Annan was about to reply gently, he noticed some strange people around him looking over.
“You said I was friendlier than you in the dungeon? I’ve heard of them all! Breeze City, Betar City, and Flower City almost caught me!”
"Man, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! I'm just saying!"
The slug weirdly held up two tentacles and retreated to the feet of the hairless werewolf, climbed up on the feet, and let the hairless werewolf leave.
The weird stares around me also disappeared.
In order to stop being conspicuous, Annan would do whatever they did next. For example, it would do the same without the strange step on the stairs leading to the ground and the torture rack near the corner.
This newcomer is too calm, and the weirdos who can't see the fun show human regret.
At some point, a dark silhouette clad in priest's robes descended from the stairs. As soon as it appeared, the noise in the dungeon disappeared.
Annan realized that it should be the controller, or the warden, of this weird dungeon.
The dark silhouette emits a sharp scream. The high-frequency scream, which is not like a human being, contains a message: now is free time. The priest-shaped warden left the dungeon, and strange beings who had previously dared not approach the stairs swarmed up.
Annan followed them, thinking that if weirdness was the embodiment of emotions, how did the weirdness in the dungeon come about?
When he came to the ground, he found that the first monsters that ran out did not leave the church. Their free movement was limited to the withered garden outside the church.
This is indeed a prison...all the weird things are controlled and not allowed to go out.
At this time, a dazzling light suddenly lit up outside Yiwen City.
The strange prisoners looked up and saw a meteor streaking across the sky, falling towards the Lost City, but it disappeared in an instant as it approached.
That direction is the camp of the southern countries... They failed.
Or they used the wrong method.
Magic does not work here, as for the warriors...
A strange creature with a drawing board with hands and feet began to draw on the drawing board. Its two hands turned into afterimages, and then the drawing board began to move between repeated drawing and erasing.
On the drawing board, a figure rushed towards the gate of Yiwen City, and then, a loud noise broke out in the direction of the city gate. The figure on the drawing board flew back with a large amount of blood.
I don’t know whether it is an epic warrior or a legendary warrior...
"Are they here to save us?" Someone asked strangely.
"Maybe they are here to kill us... They are with the warden!" There was a strange answer.
Then, a giant goblin golem as tall as a city wall appeared on the drawing board.
The goblins in the south are really powerful...
Annan felt excited instantly and thought about going to find the goblins after going out.
The giant goblin golem came to the city wall seemingly slowly but actually quickly, and then a twisted outline appeared on the drawing board. Compared to the giant goblin golem, it was really small, but wherever it passed, the giant goblin golem seemed to be erased. Pieces disappeared.
The distance outside the city returned to tranquility as the southern countries retreated.
Magic, power, and machinery won't work... They can't affect Lost City at all.
The weirdos were talking a lot, and the southern countries never expected that there would be a group of weirdos in Yiwen City pointing fingers at them. As they talked, the topic of the weirdos changed from the humans outside to plotting to escape from prison.
The Hairless Werewolf and Slug approached Annan and asked him to join them.
"I refuse." Annan didn't even think about it.
He can leave in the daytime, why should he be stupid enough to escape from prison... And he is not weird. If he escapes, he has to face the weirdness outside.
At least it's safe here.
"You will regret it..."
The slug sitting on its feet expressed regret, it quite likes Annan...
The weirdos all gave up after discussing it for a while. They were not confident enough to beat the warden, so they became relaxed and lay crookedly in the place where the flower bed was.
The moonlight shines on them as if they are free.
A few hours passed like this, and it was almost dawn. The monsters who had finished their "release" returned to the dungeon and went back to their respective cells.
Annan and the Burnt Girl are no exception. They stayed in the cell, quietly waiting for dawn to break.
The first glimmer of light shone into the dungeon, and the dungeon that had been bustling all night became quiet.
All the strange movements at night disappeared, as if it were just a strange dream.
(End of this chapter)