87_87643The corpse collectors are a group of stinky rats hiding in the gutters of the Seal City!

The skull of the word box floating in the air let out a chilling and strange laugh, and a pair of crystal beads that served as eyeballs swirled back and forth in the eye sockets, "click-la" opened and closed incessantly, pouring out the information stored in their own hands, and even the tone of the importer imitated vividly.

"Hmm...... Don't fiddle with this stupid thing to deceive outsiders, sir!" The prostitute who claimed to be Bonnie struggled to swallow the tail of the rat in her mouth, and there were three or four burnt sticks on the sticks in her hand: "It's not what it says it is, it must be some biased bastard who has entered his nonsense!"

She suddenly stopped, pulled at her loose corset, looked back at Forty-Seven, and said, "Sir, you wouldn't mind asking me to teach this 'chatterbox skull' a few words of the common knowledge of Seal City, right?

“...... They cleaned up the garbage in the city of the imprint and wiped the butts of the thousands of billies who came to Cage City to 'visit here'......"

Morrill walked behind. She was silent, letting the girl fiddle with the floating skull as if no one was around, talking strange and crazy things to it, and leading them through the labyrinthine and dark streets of Imprint City, towards the deeper world.

"Pretty girl, you're a prophetic mage. Isn't it?" the prostitute turned to talk to her again, and she seemed to let go of her embrace from the moment she recommended herself to lead the way for Forty-Seven and the others, and it didn't matter whether Moriel wanted to take care of her or not, and along the way there was often a pair of things to say, and when she didn't get a response, she muttered to herself—

"Do you know, I've learned some spell tricks, too!" she suddenly became elated, and that look appeared on her face, which had been devastated by the difficult times, and whose youth was constantly ruined by aging, like a remnant flower in a cave in a quiet alley that was about to wither without sunlight: "When I was a child, I read my mother's magic books, and I remember the ...... she taught me."

"That was a long time ago. The girl stopped, one hand on her waist. Look around at the dilapidated and dark buildings around you. The sky was too far away, it was pitch black under the light, there was no light in the holes in the walls, which might be windows, and even the child laborers who were responsible for lighting the street lamps on the street at night did not come to this area.

Later, she found a gate to leave the city of Marks and return home...... Spell potions didn't help, it still depended on the woman's methods. Do you want to ask me how I know? Because I'm also participating. But the broken door had to leave her to go back on her own—and so, that's it. Epboni stroked her unkempt sideburns, and suddenly began to giggle: "I don't know what kind of hometown that woman said." What's so great about the earth and the sun? My home is the City of Seals. It's this big cage. ”

She hummed a song and kept walking.

In a dark world, the other human senses detect problems before the eyes. Shortly after turning into an alley where you could barely reach your fingers, there was a condensed sound of wheels spinning in front of me—and a faint smell of blood slowly drifting by. Epbonie's eyes widened, and she quickly flashed to the side.

"Get out of the way, ladies!" she wrinkled, "if you don't want to be rubbed!"

It was a worn, old cart that, in Moriel's dark vision, took on a strange shape of a large number of mottled patches of color of varying shades of gray. This makes it almost imperceptible to even the heat emitted by the cart man, or rather, the man is nothing more than the bulky cart and the contents of it. It's just another moving object.

The car also tried to avoid the oncoming as much as possible. As they passed, the wheels accidentally crooked into a pit that could "click" and break a person's ankle. Under the mechanical action of the same principle, the cart also made a screeching metal break from somewhere. It was probably some iron nail or something, and finally suffocated to death by that rusty shell coat. The whole car was about to fall apart if it hadn't been for the forty-seven ones dragging it to the ground.

The haphazardly covered felt cloth on the cart slipped down. Probably because the glimmer of light in the eyes of several people played a role in illuminating, and half of the face under the felt cloth was exceptionally clear. Pale, puffy, and half of the real thing, the other half is not known to have been cut off with a knife or bitten raw. Some twisted limbs dot around the face, vaguely resembling some kind of postmodern artwork.

The cart man, who was also wrapped in the felt cloth, nodded slightly to Forty-Seven, who was helping him, and his movements were so light that he could barely notice it. He hunched over and straightened the car with all his might. In a few moments, the miniature cemetery was lost in the shadows. A qiē seems to be real and illusory, just like the underworld and the yang world accidentally rubbed each other a little when they staggered by. Let the creatures clinging to each other's wings get a glimpse of what's in the other half of the darkness.

"Looks like he's had a good harvest tonight, and he's probably met a whole team of Billy idiots with 'Come on, kill me' engraved on their heads. Epbonie commented: "The dead will give him a lot of green horns for this." Recently, there have been more and more goods on this road, which sometimes makes me want to change my career to this business. But I don't have the strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to snatch those veterans...... While they usually just pick up dead people, there's no guarantee that they won't make one of their own when the time comes. Wouldn't it be fun to say that the corpse collector has become the corpse collector's goods? I can make up a joke and tell it to my guests. ”

They marched in the darkness, the black houses silent and dead - as if walking among the tombs. But they're not alone

There are also things that stumble on different roads, behind different walls, most of them are not alone, the living carry the dead, but they are all in ghostly shapes.

"It's almost there...... Most of the corpse collectors in the lair use this as their lair. "Eponi stopped under a bridge, and the river was full of all kinds of garbage, and after years it became more solid than a concrete road, and even the forty-seven stood up and stomped her feet unscathed.

"But I'll say yes first. The prostitute stood on the edge of the bridge: "Are you looking for a place where that dangerous thing came from? The goods of the corpse collectors were all obtained from the dead. And the dead man will not tell you who his family is. Ten of the ** are all in vain, and besides, maybe it has changed hands three or four times, or more. Countless people in countless worlds have come and gone, and only the Seal City is immortal. ”

"The only achievement of the Manhattan Project is to let us know that there is nothing in the world that lasts forever. The two-point pinprick red glow in Forty-Seven's eyes dimmed and brightened: "But it's not just nuclear weapons that are fighting...... The motorized infantry field rule is: no one can abandon any of their companions. ”

"I'm not interested in knowing what you're looking for. Morriel said coldly, her face was a little pale, and there seemed to be some sweat on her forehead: "But if you want to find something, you have to hurry, I can tell you that you still have a chance." But after an hour it's hard to say. ”

"Alright, well, ladies. "Follow me—hehe, will the skull rat need a girlfriend too?"

Dozens of minutes later, they were standing in a large, dimly lit hole with several exits. The floor, walls, and even the ceiling are all made up of large and small layers of garbage and waste, and from the tunnel of the bridge and the tunnel, the entire underground world is the passage and hollow of countless garbage, and the residents of Imprint City have discarded so much. As a result, quantitative changes produce qualitative changes, resulting in a solid foundation that is sufficient to support a small town.

"I say, what do you mean?" Behind the tailed counter, an emaciated, gloomy bald head glared at Ebonie. He wore an apron made of oilcloth, the dirt on which made it as hard as a piece of armor. He placed two bony arms on the counter, and next to him lay a large cleaver.

"Sue your friends, turn their fools around. The bald man said viciously: "Seeing what is placed here, they can pay to take it." But don't try to ask me where things come from. I'm not going to entertain *** fools here - in the corpse collector's bazaar, the son may buy his father's lungs, and the reason he happily takes them is because no one asks questions!"

"Look. It's just hard for women to make things clear. Forty-seven stepped forward: "Then I'll explain again." ”

"I found out that someone bought a bomb from you. Who gave it to you? Or where did you get it? On a corpse? It doesn't matter, as a soldier, I accept the result. But I can't accept rejection...... I can't accept that someone is hiding the secret I want to know and not telling me and taking me for an idiot. ”

When he spoke, forty-seven hands were not idle. He kept picking things down from the garbage heap within reach. A length of iron bar, a half-cut copper pipe, a twisted nut, and so on.

"Fuck off. I don't know how thick the barley is off!" The bald hand was already gripping the handle of the knife: "I still have a lot of rotten meat to be disposed of behind me, maybe your arm can be unloaded for me to make a whole body to sell to the dead-"

The Tin Man put his stuff on the counter, another puzzle bomb. Except for the rust, it is almost identical to the assembly line products of the Argus Empire.

"The kid who bought the bomb blew himself up into the sky. He was too careless, was he?" began to shoot out from the cracks in the shell of the Puzzle Bomb—a blood-red glow.

"What do you *** want to do?" The bald man found that the three women all stepped back in unison, and from their expressions, he could see that this was definitely not acting. So he immediately reached for the bomb, but the glittering iron bump stubbornly stuck on the counter and refused to leave, and in turn locked his fingers, and the little iron claw was extremely secure.

"Accidents happen from time to time, despite the unfortunate. Forty-Seven's cold voice seemed to be counting the seconds: "No one asks questions...... Do you think this will save you a lot of trouble? Great, no one will ask you questions again. ”

"Fuck! You're crazy! This is Seal City! The lady won't allow it—wait, wait! I said! That bomb was brought by a little devil, Rawface, I guess I only came to Cage City a while ago! But I don't know where to find it, really, these Tanari mongrels from the Abyss are all bad and slippery...... Hey! I see it, over there! It just flew over! Let go of me, turn this thing off!"

The bald man desperately raised his free hand to block it, and learned the ostrich so that he could not see the red light that filled the room and represented death...... The Crimson did not explode after that. The bomb went off. With a click, he retracted his appendage and rolled to the ground like an ordinary orb.

Four** steps to leave: "I sent you." Don't fiddle around and get rid of it early. ”

The big holes and small holes are so dark and gloomy that the big living people will disappear without a trace when they turn a corner, let alone any flying little devil - but Morrill gives direction again.

"This way. ”

Sure enough, yes. After stepping over a poor creature sleeping in the garbage, they saw the little dark green creature flying around and making a noise.

"My! my!" it waved its long, thin limbs, scurrying back and forth in mid-air like Luke, the elf in the tavern

The corpse screamed, "It's Pipsqueak who found it!"

But no one cares about it. Even if it was a Tanari Kwasai - because this is the city of sigils.

"Get out, get out of here, he's a tower, a tanali mongrel. ”

"That's right, get out of here, don't fly around like a fly in front of us!"

"yes, don't bother us, or the dead will have an extra zombie clown with a long tail tomorrow!"

Although the little devil of "Tiger Falls Pingyang" is very angry, he still looks at the six roads. It noticed a group of men and horses approaching it, ragged girls who were improvised guides, and young women with magical gleams looming. It must have been an extraordinary mage, and the girl who followed it might have been her apprentice, and the tall, eerie guy wrapped in armor from head to toe, with a pair of red eyes like abyssal demons on his iron face staring at it, a little familiar.

It's a hell-of-the-fact Barkey tour again. It's unbelievable to say: they are bigger than a rhinoceros, their brains are smaller than a snail, they have traces of even the invincible abyss, and they dare to go anywhere with a black eye. Dare to do anything, drag down all the people who mess with them...... The little devil has learned a lesson.

"Wait and see! Wait and see!

The little demon made a false intimidation, and then activated his talent's invisibility ability. Fly towards a hole about the size of a human head in the garbage wall. The path suited it well, but the larger creatures didn't want to catch up.

But as soon as it got in, it was pulled out. It was obviously invisible, and there was still a long way to go, but Iron Face grabbed it as soon as he reached out, and the process of expanding and contracting his arm was incredible. No one can see clearly.

The little devil tried to struggle at first, but it soon realized that it was in vain, and Ironface pinched its wings. Like a child holding a dragonfly, he can decide the life and death of his prey in a single thought - this situation is familiar.

"Let go! let go!" it squeaked and screamed in a different language, "Pipsqueak is not a wanderer, Pipsqueak has a powerful master!

"Unfortunately, little liar. I think I know the guys you know, and I can afford to mess with them even if I tie them together and make them 'kill you for 3000'. Forty-seven carried the little devil: "Say it, for the sake of old friends." Where did you get the Wonder Bomb?"

"Huh?" it glared at the yellow eyes and looked up and down at the iron face, "You know Pippi...... Lord Iron Demon!"

Just as the Decepticons don't hide their logos no matter how they deform, Forty-Seven's red-hot eyes are his signature. Quasaimo was once familiar with it—it didn't laugh when the Iron Demon laughed, it didn't laugh when he was angry, and the only thing that bordered on emotion in programmed indifference was a little childlike innocence—the naïve would spend an entire afternoon next to the anthill, slowly and without mercy, crushing the ants that crawled out of it to death one by one.

Forty-seven let go of his hand. The little devil Pipsqueak sank down, and immediately flapped his wings to stabilize his body. The pinched membrane hurt hotly, but it wasn't a big deal, the Iron Demon was asking it, it was a nuisance...... In the bottomless abyss, there are probably more Kwasai demons who were eaten alive by their masters because they brought bad news than they died in bloody battles.

“...... Bombs? Pippi thinks, thinks about ......"

When the imp takes the Tin Man to his makeshift lair and sees "that thing" in the garbage, Pipsqueak thinks he's about to say goodbye to the wonderful multiverse. If it's still lucky enough to start over from larvae, shouldn't it remember to stay away from constructs?

However, Forty-Seven did not give it a shot to show evil, and good messengers and good subordinates were equally rare.

This is the bottom of a huge underground garbage mountain, and even the corpse collectors are reluctant to set foot in it. Random traps and occasional landslides are mild threats. The hordes of skull rats possess far more strength and wisdom than most people think, and when a hundred small eyes with a fierce light are staring at a prey at the same time, it is a great gift to die quickly.

There are now about a dozen cranial rats scattered around. The disgustingly threaded tumors on the triangular heads still reflected a faint sheen in the darkness, and the gray matter added up to the multiplied evil, if they were alive. And the skull rats didn't just die. Their ugly, filthy little bodies undergo some kind of horrific chemical reaction, and in a half-melted state, they stick to the surrounding material, and the garbage and filth that fill them are mixed together, transforming into a jet-black rotting substance like the old mud at the bottom of a stagnant pool.

Even the garbage dump, which is the filthiest corner of the imprint city, has its own deterioration and cancer. A thick and poisonous aura poured out like a living thing, and even covered Forty-Seven's whole body with a faint rust color. But the Tin Man seems unaware of this. He looked thoughtfully at what was half-hidden in the center of the place beneath his feet: unresponsive, curled up quietly like a sleeping baby, vaguely recognizable that the female figure had once been graceful and vigorous, but now the cysts and ulcers on its slender limbs were completely dominant, rupturing, bleeding pus, coagulating, forming new masses, and living at an almost visible rate.

A vessel, a pathway—a huge surging infernal aura was slowly boiling her body. Leaking out of her battered shell, and pressurizing until it blew her up completely. Will it cause an ecological catastrophe for the Seal City, or will it form a portal to the bottomless abyss?

"It's strict again, Pippi has no choice!"

The little devil wagged his tail nervously, Tanari physique

Can stay here for a while: "The power of the abyss, the power of the abyss! she will be corroded little by little, and finally become a part of the bottomless abyss, there is no way!"

Forty-seven touched his chin. Grinning.

"Pippi...... You're really good at picking things up. ”

He turned around and beckoned Moriel, and they all hid far away under the shield of the "protective toxin": "Hey, give me what Grandpa Bones gave you." ”

Then the Tin Man crouched down and stirred himself up—and everybody was driven away.

"You two seem to know each other well. From time to time, the mage's face was illuminated by the flash of light that burst from the depths of the cavern. The turbulent flow of energy is constantly shuttling around you. She even had the illusion that a prophetic mage shouldn't be, and that the forty-seven inside was like a big spider, and the whole web was weaving around him.

"Bloody battle! bloody battle!" After the crisis, the little devil began to show off very proudly: "Pipsqueak is the Iron Demon's bloody war counselor!

Morriel glanced at it coldly. As a former member of the Order of the Red Monks, who values order, she has always been disgusted by the chaotic nature of the Tanari creatures, who have no logic to do evil: "You'd better be sensible. Answer my questions seriously. Who's that in there? Your fellow Bloodfighters?"

The arrogant Master of the Material Realm. Pipsqueak secretly cursed herself, but she knew that even if she was as strong as Barlow, she would have to deal with it carefully: "No, Pipsqueak doesn't know her! I don't know how she did it! She pays, and Pipsqueak brings her to Seal City!"

"You're trying to convince me...... How would a Tanari demon behave like the Battuuls?" the mage sarcastically pulled Kyro to find a solid place. The garbage pit vibrated slightly, as if it was contracting and expanding rhythmically, and the prostitute Eboni sat down and hummed a song to look at the scenery, as if she didn't care about anything.

"Do I look like a fool? Or are you all so crazy that you can't even tell a lie?"

"Ridiculous! ridiculous!" the little devil flapped his wings desperately, very angry: "Killing, setting fires, and sabotage, Pipsqueak is not interested in doing it!

Lofty ideals? No wonder it gets mixed up with the forty-seven cargo. Moriel, who was thinking a lot, was almost not angry: "Do you want to change the court and go to the ninth layer of hell?" I think you better be honest, I have a lot of ways to ...... from your mouth."

The big garbage pit suddenly throbbed. While the female mage was talking to the little devil, a physical net had quietly taken shape. Veins of steel spread along the craters, connecting the area completely. Under their manipulation, the overall structure of the garbage pit is also changing, stretching and twisting like plasticine, debris and residue falling like rain, and the cave tunnel wriggling and merging, gradually forming an egg-shaped giant chamber. The dense network of metal was filled with countless pulses of electric fire, endless energy extracted from the void, converging towards the center - Forty-Seven stood in the flying sparks, his back admiring his masterpiece: a silver egg taller than him.

The egg was clearly metalwork, but it was beating like a heart, faster and faster. Each tremor caused ripples on the surface of the mercury-like surface, and at the same time caused the entire cavern to tremble, and the dark and dull purgatory gas faded away, or was filtered and absorbed by the energy flowing to the silver eggs...... With the "heartbeat" again and again, the light shines through from within, and something can be seen curled up inside, like a baby.

"What did you do again?" Morrill shouted at him.

"Don't be nervous. Forty-seven turned around and said, "Even if you are as powerful as a planet eater, sometimes you need to find a subordinate...... But the method of the Piccolo Great Demon King is really a bit strange. ”

"- be careful!"

The intense contraction and expansion finally broke the metal tension, and a long spike pierced through the shell of the silver egg and pointed at the top of the cavern, all the electric light converging at the same time. Immediately after that, several more stabbing blades came out, and with a single slash from top to bottom, left and right, the ovoid shell was torn apart like paper, and flames surged out from within.

The iron man's body completely violated the common sense of human body structure, twisting and turning, dodging the whip-like blade behind him, as for the fire, whether he felt it or not was two words.

A tall figure stood up from the flaming crumbling shells. After a short pause, he jumped up and landed between Forty-Seven and Moriel with terrible agility - as if it were a flash of speed.

"Do you need me to introduce me?" Forty-Seven said in a tone like an owner showing off his pet.

She was a head taller than him. There was no sound, and he looked around...... Blood-colored eyes swept by, and everyone shuddered at the glance that looked like thousands of beetles crawling on their skin, except for those who had no skin. The only thing that could prove her identity was probably half of her soft and beautiful black jade elf face, and the other half was covered with a silver mask with a strange structure, and the same was true for her whole body. The twisted crimson mark was her dress, the hooks, chains, serrations, and blades were her jewelry, and the gown-shaped armor that shimmered with a dull sheen and a vague ghostly spirit roamed was her gown.

"There is no need...... My lord. ”

Forty-seven was a little surprised. She actually changed her temper and spoke?

"I know you......" She looked at Moriel, one eye was still as clear as an elf, and the red fire in the other eye was in the same vein as the Tin Man: "Commander of the Northern Theater of the Argus Empire, Lady Moriel." ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fateful meeting address of the twenty-eighth round of the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut.