Chapter 502 Shadow Abyss District


Chapter 502 Shadow Abyss District

After listening carefully to Tours' description of that incident, Xia Xiu's expression became deeper.

The events of the week involve all the gangs in the new world and the various restrictions of explicit extraordinary laws. This is obviously a complex and sensitive matter. The water inside is very deep and ordinary people cannot grasp it. He needs to personally deal with it.

His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the desk. This habitual movement revealed that he was focused in thinking. After a while, he decided to officially include this matter in his to-do list. This not only meant that he would personally pay attention to and intervene in the development of this matter, but also marked that this matter had been given sufficient importance. .

"I will deal with it personally after a week."

Xia Xiu revealed his next itinerary plan to his confidant Tours... part one.

Obviously, the fox-eared boy was very happy that the director was willing to help his brother.

"Antonio will be happy to see you again."

"I am also happy to see the old friends who fought side by side in the past. To be honest, I am tired of fighting alone. ." The blond young man spoke in a calm and gentle tone.

"Except for one week, do you know how Broly is doing?" Turs was concerned about another old friend at this time.

"I received a handwritten letter from him at the end of last month. He said that he has now entered the Berea disaster area in the Oletin Empire. The letter said this:
< br>A new round of natural disasters is breaking out here. An unprecedented natural disaster is sweeping across the entire continent at an alarming speed.

It not only changes the face of this land, but also profoundly affects Austria. The lives of all the people of Lieting.

The entire area was illuminated by intense etheric radiation, causing countless etheric crystals to miraculously grow from the plain ground. These crystals were scattered in the soil, on the surface, and even in dense rivers. There is no place in the network that is not covered by the ether radiation ores. They emit a faint light, beautiful and dangerous, as if they are the scars left by this natural disaster on the earth.

As the ether radiation spreads, the empire. A large number of patients infected with ore disease began to appear inside. This disease was directly related to the exposure to ether radiation. The disease spread rapidly and seriously threatened people's life safety. In order to survive, these patients began to migrate on a large scale. They left the homeland that once raised them and embarked on a journey to find a new home

This disaster on the Berea Plain, like a war without gunpowder, ruthlessly changed the land and the life on it. ”

Xia Xiu was reciting the content of the handwritten letter in his memories, and his expression looked extremely serious.

Tulsi, who was on the side, listened to Xia Xiu’s reciting the content of the letter with a complex expression. The process. His fox ears moved slightly when he heard the description, showing his sensitivity and uneasiness about this information.

"You don't have to worry too much about Oletin's natural disasters, the empire. The leader is undoubtedly an emperor who works hard to govern. He would never allow large-scale casualties among the people within his territory, which would make him face trouble. After all, the emperor of the empire has always "loved his people like his own son." Moreover, there are a large number of members of the Thirteen Heroic Knights stationed in the Oletin Empire, and there is also the mobile city of Heaven - Utopia. "

Xia Xiu looked at the somewhat uneasy Tours and said a few words of relief.

"Broly works as a ranger in the Oletin Empire. According to his description on the envelope and the information from the Kingdom of Heaven from Oletin, we can know that he is currently doing some good deeds of robbing the rich and giving to the poor.< br>
Well, the targets of his robbery were the great lords of the Oletin Empire who had city-state autonomy. In order to maintain the administrative and military expenses of the huge mobile city, those great lords levied land tax and poll tax on the lower classes. , including all kinds of taxes.”

Hearing Xia Xiu say that Broly was working as a ranger within the Oletin Empire, Turs subconsciously recalled the other person’s pair of clothes that were wrapped in bright red steam. The living iron fist, and those corpses with hideous looks. Afterwards, he silently mourned for a few seconds in his heart for those unlucky guys who were favored by Broly.

"Okay, we've almost finished what we need to talk about." Xia Xiu glanced at the clock hanging in the office.

"Bring me the first candidates within this week." He gave his instructions to Tours, "After the Municipal Affairs Bureau is established, this team will cooperate with their work."< br>


"Understood." Turs straightened his back and replied seriously to the director of the front management office.

“Go.”

Tulsi nodded, then turned and left the office.

Squeak——

Dong——

As the sound of the door closing slowly faded away, a quiet atmosphere returned to the entire office, leaving only Xia Xiu alone.

At this moment, he rested his head on the cushion behind the chair, and his whole body seemed to be seeking a temporary relaxation, assuming a posture close to lying flat. His hands were gently folded and placed on his abdomen, and his eyes were gently closed, as if he was dozing off, but the slightly trembling eyelashes revealed that his thoughts were not completely calm.

The wheelchair rotates slowly with his slight adjustments, bringing a subtle sound of wind, adding a quiet and unique feeling.

The brightly lit buildings outside contrast sharply with the tranquility inside, while the deserted streets outside add to an atmosphere of loneliness and contemplation.

On such a quiet night, the expression of the blond young man was unpredictable.

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The next day.

8:00AM

Hell’s Kitchen·Shadow Abyss District.

Shadow Abyss District is located on the western edge of Hell's Kitchen. As you can tell from the name, it is not a local neighborhood.

In the past, it was known for its thriving light industry and handicraft production, which attracted large numbers of immigrants seeking work. However, with the fall of the new world, the acceleration of abnormality, and the birth of the junction, unprocessed wasteland and hubs began to be directly discharged into the district, and the streets were restructured.

The houses and land here blend together in an extremely absurd way. A river called the River of Forgetting Tears appears out of thin air. The originally modern buildings have become grotesque due to the reconstruction of reality.

Dense factories and short residential buildings were reconstructed and squeezed between narrow, twisting streets.

Severely polluted water bodies flowed in the Shadow Deep area, and the air was filled with pungent chemical smells. The aboriginal people who originally owned properties here cursed and felt full of contempt and disgust for the new immigrants and aliens— —Especially those aliens who defecate anywhere.

The aliens are full of disdain and gloating towards the "pampered" aboriginal residents. In order to anger the aborigines, some aliens often pour feces and urine into the already seriously polluted Forgetting River in front of them. in.

"Forget tears, forget tears, don't cry, don't make trouble.

Wet and dry, don't reject anyone who comes.

Forget tears, forget tears, enchanting and rich.

Hungry Thirst is unbearable, Eton is so ****"

This is a poem written by those vulgar and styleless tramps from the alien race.

Although the whole story makes no sense, with no oblique rhymes, no profound meaning, and no endlessly memorable artistic conception, it is nevertheless full of the "flavor" of a story.

Those foreigners just came up with dirty words like shitting on the bed, holding shit in their hands, etc.

Moreover, these foreign races are still very proud, because the compassionate eyes of the loving father have looked at them and given them generous blessings.

This is a great encouragement to these foreign races.

If God had not given birth to me as a shitty poet, Jingyuan would be as desperate as a long night!

They must achieve more to be crowned by their loving father.

They want to be crowned as the loving father’s champions, they want to become the loving father’s divine choices!

“Oh, holding a piece of shit in your hand, drinking tincture of ipecac, walking on the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street, looking like a returning king——” Goblin vendor Scratch Dirtypaw hummed. Song, walking on the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street.

Scratch is a typical goblin, greedy and cunning, always looking for opportunities that can make him profit.

He doesn't care much about personal hygiene and often litters everywhere in Yingyuan District. His "treasure cave" is full of garbage and stench collected from everywhere.

A cunning and astute vendor, he is famous for his special wares in the narrow streets of Shadowdeep District. At this moment, Dirty Claw was walking among the crowd, with a wooden box hanging on his waist. The box was filled with colorful and different-shaped bottles, which contained various strange potions.

These potions are not ordinary commodities, but come from a mysterious organization - [The Emetic].

This esoteric organization that believes in the Four Liquids theory sells its own emetic potion to the outside world, believing that it is a way to purify the body and soul.

These potions are popular in certain circles, especially among those who seek the ultimate in dietary indulgence.

They used these emetics to "empty" themselves after a grand banquet so they could enjoy the food again, or because of an obsession with being in shape.

Scratch Dirtypaw cleverly takes advantage of this, promoting the Secret Cult's elixir as a fashionable lifestyle choice to attract customers.

Whenever Scratch is hawking on the street, his voice is full of cunning and temptation: "The secret potion from ancient wisdom allows you to experience unprecedented purification!"

However, The goblin vendor's business is not just a simple transaction, each of his transactions implies a more complex intertwining of power and desire deep in the Shadow Abyss.

In this neighborhood polluted by industrial wastewater and domestic sewage, Scratch provides not only an emetic potion, but also a fantasy of escaping reality and seeking self-purification.

Rumor has it that the secret ritual of the emetic can make all living beings resemble the appearance of a loving father. If they continue to take the potion and perform the ritual, they will all become the children of a loving father - the son of Nag.

They are the most numerous children favored by a loving father.

Even their appearance pleases the Plague God, because each of them looks like a tiny copy of the Plague God himself.

Some people say that the secret sect's [Son of Nag] potion ingredients were extracted from the boils and pustules on the flesh and blood of the Great Unclean One by the hands of the loving father.

The Great Unclean One is the most powerful demon under the Benevolent Father, those towering creatures of rotten flesh and fat, wielding huge and rusty weapons on the battlefield. Spit out dirty ichor at the enemy, releasing sick plague magic.

Their huge bodies were swollen with organ decay, and the dead flesh was covered with mossy boils and fetid pustules.

Inside the body of the Great Unclean One, [Son of Nag] and maggots as long as an adult man's arm were squirming and squirming.

This kind of dirty nurturing is the truth of a loving father; "All things are corrupt, but all living things are immortal-"

Many people in Hell's Kitchen now believe that in a dark place, In this corner, in a certain gap between the real world and the phase, the Great Unclean One under the loving father is coming to this imaginary dreamland with the "truth of life".

He, or they, will spread the truth of the Father here.

Scratch Dirtypaw doesn't care about any rumors in the market. Although he has indeed seen several customers become [Sons of Nagg] due to excessive use of emetic potions, these have nothing to do with him.

He is just a little goblin who traveled from the worlds to Terra.

Dirty Claw does not like Terra because Terra has an Abyss organization (Celestial Kingdom), and the Abyss has launched large-scale wars in the past.

Countless demons (angels) spewed out from the abyss. They slaughtered all races. They were murderous and showed no mercy.

Those demons not only slaughtered all races, but also imposed the names of the abyss and demons on other races and realms.

Dirty Claw also doesn't like the Edici Federation or the New World City.

Because the Edici government is a human government, they are the same kind as those demons who call themselves angels.

However, even if he no longer liked Terra, Scratch Dirtypaw still traveled across the ocean, far away from his hometown, and came to the new world.

This is because he needs a lot of money.

He needs to buy his own house at the junction, on the boundary of the Golden Court.

The real estate created by [Golden Tree] has a fundamental law that even the Golden Court cannot easily shake - private property is sacred and inviolable.

This fundamental law is in the true sense - "god" and "holy" are inviolable.

With real estate, you are a real legal creature in the Golden Court.

According to the distance from the [Golden Tree] and the scale of the blessing, the existing lot has been artificially divided into three levels: bronze, silver, and gold.

Now even the bronze areas in remote areas have been speculated by unscrupulous real estate companies to the range of 4,500 to 7,000 yuan per square meter.

Scratch's dream is to buy a silver property in the Golden Court or the border area, preferably a silver property with an established and complete pantheon of gods to protect it.

As long as the property tax is paid on time, the property holder will continue to receive the blessings of the [Golden Tree].

If you are willing to pay the faith tax to the pantheon, then he can gain the protection of the pantheon and even become the elect of the pantheon.

Moreover, the more faith taxes you pay, the stronger the protection within the pantheon will be.

Settle down a family and live and work in peace and contentment.

What an unpretentious dream this is.

So for this dream, Scratch Dirtypaw became a drifter in the new world - a new drifter for short.

The way these first batch of newcomers make money is also very "unpretentious". For example, for the potions he sells now, he doesn't even have to pay basic commodity tax.

He gets goods from [The Emetic] and never has to pay.

Those mystics are eager to spread their potions to the outside world.

So Scratch Dirtypaw has always been in a very profitable business.

As long as he keeps doing it, he feels that he should be able to earn enough money for a down payment within 2 years.

With beautiful fantasies about the future, Dirty Claws came to 789 Ninth Avenue.

Then he saw a strange round instrument in the central announcement area that should have been empty.

The round instrument is projecting a blue projection curtain into the sky directly above in a way that is seriously inconsistent with the surrounding medieval paintings.

The projection curtain is filled with words, and at the same time, the temporary [popular language Mimusu] that allows illiterate people to read the words is expanding like crazy.

Dirty Claw took a sip of [Memusu in popular language], and his sense and cognition changed.

There is a painful feeling of being temporarily raped by knowledge. He muttered something in his mind, and then looked at the text on the projection.

[Municipal Cleaning Action Implementation Report]

[Reporting Unit: Management Bureau·IAM——]

(End of this chapter)

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