All bars are the same hustle and bustle, noisy, and chaotic. The only difference is that the Backlund Bridge District is better decorated than the East District, has more types of beer, is more expensive, and the guests are more elegantly dressed, while in other blocks

It's better than these two.

Bernadette used illusions to disguise her appearance, and skillfully found the most famous bosses or brokers in each neighborhood who issued bounty missions, asking to find more than a hundred people in Backlund who had disappeared collectively or whose whereabouts were clear but were told to be dead for unknown reasons.

clues about the matter, and left the pseudonym Joanna, and an advance deposit, stating that he would come regularly to inquire about the progress of the task.

"Why are you so skilled? You are a demigod and a high-sequence expert. How can you know so much about this kind of thing?"

Bernadette showed a nostalgic look.

"Back then, my father was still here. He...he was different from other fathers. Not only would he make me some weird gadgets, but he would also take me in disguises to experience the customs of the people. We would pretend to be bounties.

The hunter went to accept the mission and explore the forest and the castle. He said that this was a role-playing game. He would always create some strange combinations of nouns."

"Later, I escaped from Intis and created the element Before Dawn, which was not only active on the sea."

"Tsk, tsk, awesome, awesome." Student Russell is really good at playing.

"There will be a gathering of extraordinary people tomorrow night."

"Hey~ You are already at Sequence 3, what kind of gathering of Beyonders are you going to attend? Are they worthy?" These underground illegal gatherings in Backlund are nothing more than exchanging extraordinary materials and magical items, issuing some simple tasks, and are completely unworthy of high-Sequence powerful

Even the fourth-order demigods mostly just watch over the gatherings hosted by their own organizations.

"are you going?"

"Go together and go together."

…

Above the gray mist, in the magnificent and towering palace, the main seat of the long bronze table and the first three figures on both sides were communicating.

"Okay, it's my turn. Let me think about what to say."

Audrey tilted her head slightly and thought for a few seconds. Suddenly, she remembered something, so she smiled slightly excitedly and said:

"In Loen, the special department of the military is offering a reward for clues about a powerful evil spirit. They have a portrait of this evil spirit. It is said that it is a man who looks like an ancient nobleman."

Evil spirit? How powerful? Is Backlund that dangerous? I wonder if the goddess's church is involved. The Nighthawks should be better at dealing with spirits. Klein just thought silently, without any change in his expression.

"The formation of evil spirits is not easy. Most of them are strong spiritual imprints left after the death of high-sequence beings. They are all very evil and dangerous. Before the military purifies this evil spirit, you'd better not go where the evil spirit may appear.

Regional activities." Alger did not want the secret channel he had just established to be cut off. The other party was obviously the Loen noble lady. After she became an Beyonder through the potion formula she provided, this channel would be able to play a greater role.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Hanged Man." Audrey thanked the other party sincerely. Then, remembering the topics that her father and brother had discussed recently, she chuckled and said:

"In addition to the news about the evil spirits, I actually want to say that since the defeat of the war on the east coast of Balam, the king, the prime minister..."

The gray mist surged and rolled quietly beneath my feet, and the clear and sweet girl's voice echoed in the huge, empty and distant palace.

…

After reporting a series of incidents on Berklund Street, visiting the West End at night, and visiting bars during the day, Wang Zichuan became more and more certain that Backlund was not as dangerous as imagined. As long as I do not commit suicide and attack the three major church cathedrals at night, I believe that

No one will care what I want to do.

After Bernadette returned to the restaurant after issuing the mission, Wang Zichuan's spirit of going out was ready to move.

It was getting late, and Wang Zichuan finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and drifted out of Serenzo Restaurant.

The population density of the Eastern District is several times that of the Western District, but the survival resources they occupy are only thousands or even tens of thousands of times that of the latter.

Most of the people here are numb and confused. They don’t have many ideals or pursuits except living. Many men hang out in pubs, numb their spirits with cheap beer, and live day by day. Many women have no way to survive and can only rely on

The most primitive capital, selling one's body to barely make ends meet.

At first, Wang Zichuan wandered the streets. Apart from homeless homeless people, there were almost no living things. Even rats hid in the sewers, fearing that they would be caught, skinned, dismembered and put into pots by the poor people, or sent to the prison.

Bars become scorers in dog fights.

Later, he began to pass through the walls, and most of what he saw was a bunch of motionless people lying in a small room, like corpses. Only the continuous snoring proved that these were indeed living people.

Crossing a street and entering a house facing the street, this small building has only one room and a small living room on each floor, which makes people feel closed and small. However, this is a rare high-end residence in the East District.

Already.

At this time, in the living room on the first floor, the body of a young woman was lying on the ground with her abdomen exposed. There was a huge opening in her abdomen, as if it had been cut open directly by a sharp weapon. On the originally clean floor

The blood flowed freely, painting an indescribable horror.

A huge black dog with smooth and shiny fur was squatting next to the corpse, chewing the woman's internal organs. The black dog looked ferocious, and its sharp fangs reflected blood-red light as the mouth opened and closed. It was full of ferocity.

His fierce aura was on full display, and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty and crazy desires.

That Sequence Six Devil Dog who is preparing to be promoted!

Do you want to get rid of it?

Just when Wang Zichuan entered the room, saw everything in the room clearly, and thought about his next move, the devil dog suddenly foresaw a huge danger. This danger was pending, like a verdict that had not yet been announced.

The devil dog raised its head and looked around vigilantly. It felt that danger was around it, but it found nothing. It lowered its head and suddenly accelerated the speed of devouring the internal organs. It devoured the internal organs like a wolf. After fulfilling the requirements of the ritual, it was ready to leave immediately.

Escape, escape from danger.

"captivity!"

Wang Zichuan stretched out his right hand and pointed at the devil dog in front of him.

The huge demon dog was immediately surrounded by invisible air and was imprisoned in place, unable to move.

Although it can't see the enemy, it is like the common sense engraved in its bones on how to respond when it is attacked. It immediately expands its size and directly turns into a demon. The huge black bat-like flesh wings stretch out, full of mystery and evil.

A patterned horn emerged from its head, and its entire body burned with red-red and light blue flames inside, and the smell of sulfur spread.

Demonization brings bonuses to strength and speed, as well as occult resistance, and the imprisoned power is somewhat freed.

Because it can't see the enemy, the attack and bite that the devil dog is best at relying on strength and speed are of no use. It can only open its huge mouth full of fangs and spit out a devilish word full of filth: "Slowly"

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Chapter completed!