Devouring the Starry Sky begins with the battle of geniuses

Chapter 92 The battle between the silver ghost and the black devil

Not long after Hunzhen entered the building, it completely completed its dive.

It's not particularly dark inside the house, and you can see other people's faces clearly even if you don't deliberately use your consciousness.

Including the old man just now, there were more than twenty people hiding in this room.

The crowd was all middle-aged and elderly, with not even a single young face in sight. It was hard not to suspect that they had gone to a nursing home.

These aborigines are all star-level or above in strength, but it seems that in this first level of the Purgatory Abyss, the universe-level is still considered a rare strong person, and there is no one among this group of middle-aged and elderly people.

Stellar-level strength, not to mention the scope of the original universe, is considered to be an expert and elite level when compared to a world like the Xueluo World, which has a complete civilization. (In case anyone can’t remember clearly, let me mention here that the bodyguard of Naco whom Luo Feng met when he first entered the Xueluo world was a star-level one. The elite mentioned here are the elite and backbone level of ordinary forces)
But you can see them everywhere here, not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled.However, judging from the gravity of the world, it is natural that even daily activities would be difficult without stellar strength.

It can be seen that even if the world level of Purgatory Abyss is not necessarily higher than that of Xueluo World, the energy level is at least one level higher than that of Xueluo World.

The base of the life level is high. Although there are no realm master-level experts here, the number of single domain master-level beings definitely far exceeds the total number of blood-luo worlds.

However, according to the data provided by Virtual Universe Company, the slave race at the bottom accounts for [-]% of the population, but only accounts for less than [-]% of the strong...

Hunzhen suddenly stopped her reverie and pricked up her ears.

He had been very curious since he saw the familiar actions of the surrounding residents, but he did not ask questions specifically. Instead, he had been a quiet eavesdropper, and now he finally heard some useful information.

Listening to their discussion carefully, Hunzhen finally completed the integration of information, raised his head and looked towards the ceiling, his eyes seemed to penetrate the ceiling made of flesh and blood technology, looking towards the outside world.

The zenith made of flesh and blood could be extremely effective in blocking his telekinesis. Hun Zhen could indeed use some strength to penetrate it, but this move would inevitably attract unnecessary attention. He finally gave up and did not carry out the experiment. Hold.

However, with the old people chatting, he could also imagine some scenes of fighting outside out of thin air.

"Sure enough, it's the fight between the two royal families again. Even if the residents of the lower class are hiding in the city, they still can't live in peace. These members of the royal family don't care at all about the residence of the lower class races and use it as a battlefield at will."

But this arrogant behavior is not the focus of Hunzhen.

He has obtained several more critical information.

"Both royal families like to kill, and this desire to kill is more inclined to their respective rival royal families. So most of the time, the slave race will not be life-threatening when facing members of the royal family. Of course, this is the vast majority of the time. Just like adults, most of the time they won’t step on ants and play, but sometimes they will suddenly have nothing to do, or they will take angry sanctions when they see an insect taking a bite of their cake.”

"They are not afraid of death, but take pleasure in war. Even if their companions die in front of them, they will not have emotions such as sadness and anger. And most of their battlefields are set up in the outermost layer of the abyss, especially this first There is no other area like this... These places have the most scarce resources, so you can attack them casually, and you won’t lose anything if they are destroyed.”

"Someone has seen them devouring the flesh and blood of hostile royal families. It seems that devouring hostile royal families can make them stronger and their bloodline evolve? It is just a guess. This can reasonably explain their killing impulse against hostile royal families, but it will take a later stage. research."

Soul inheritance only inherits knowledge but not intelligence.The simulation system's judgment boundary between intelligence and knowledge is somewhat blurry, but it is not without rules.

Generally speaking, knowledge that tends to the subject classification of his previous life can be recognized as knowledge, and knowledge that can enhance law perception, combat ability, and improve combat experience can also be classified as knowledge.

The last time I chose the Immortal Teacher in the form of a code book, I actually classified it into categories based on opponent intelligence and inherited it as combat knowledge.

With these experiences, Hunzhen has no special soul inheritance that can bring him the information he wants, and he is ready to be down-to-earth and search and obtain it himself.

boom!
A loud noise interrupted Hun's pure thinking.

In the horrified eyes of the middle-aged and elderly people, the ceiling cracked.

In the past fighting and fighting, people occasionally died due to the aftermath of the battle.

It just seems that this time the misfortune fell on them.

They shouted in confusion and jumped out of the underground like a bomb shelter.

However, the result was even more unfortunate.

A silver ghost suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground with his back, creating a large crater. Four of the ten people who had just escaped from the underground air-raid shelter died tragically on the spot.

"Well--."

One of this silver ghost's wings was torn off, and his image suddenly turned into a winged angel from movies and TV shows.

Not to mention the large and small wounds on his body, there was also a long black sword inserted into the middle of his chest, nailing him to the ground. How could he be so miserable?

Hunzhen couldn't help but take another look at the strange-looking black sword.

Its appearance is a bit like a black rapier version of the magic sword Apophis. There is a dark red eyeball on the sword near the hilt. The entire sword is covered with bloodshot eyes, as if it is not a dead thing, but a living thing. sword.

"Nofelik, the 3000-year battle will come to an end from now on. Don't worry, you will become the cornerstone for me to enter the blood of the king!"

A cold voice came from the sky.

A man with a pair of black flesh wings, wearing a black flesh armor, and gray skin was condescending, making judgment-like pronouncements with a proud look on his face.

"Zagarad, do you think I will do what you want?"

The part where the black sword was inserted into the chest gradually became blurred with traces of ink. The silver ghost named Nofelik exuded a rotten aura, but he still smiled ferociously.

He suddenly grabbed the black sword tightly and pulled it out.

During this process, the effect of erosion deepened, and the hand holding the black sword even had its entire arm stained with ink.

Seeing his weapon being held by Nofelik, Zagalad showed an angry expression: "Don't touch it with your dirty hands!"

He immediately poured his mental power into it and used all his strength to pull the black sword back from Nofelik's hand.

"Ha ha……"

Nofelik grinned, and his eyes flicked across the remaining six people leaving the air raid shelter.

Even though he was seriously injured and dying, Nofelik was still a ninth-level cosmic-level powerhouse.

With just a quick wave of his hand, he smashed the six people into pieces with one claw.

A silvery-white brilliance glowed in the space, and under the sweep of Nofelik's space power, the energy of ten people, including the four people who had just been killed, was sucked into his body.

In just a short moment, while Zagarad retracted the black sword, he finished eating and recovered a little bit. Then without looking at the other party, he flapped his wings and fled away in a flurry of space.

"damn it!"

Zagalad looked at the sword in his hand, feeling angry and regretful that he missed the chance to kill Nofelik due to his mysophobia.

He also hated these lower races who showed up without knowing what they were doing.

In the air-raid shelter, a few people who were obediently staying inside were cowering when they suddenly saw a huge palm print enlarging rapidly in front of their eyes.

Hun Zhen's palm twitched, but in the end he did nothing.

And after Zagarad slapped the exposed air-raid shelter, without even looking at the result, he flapped his wings and chased after him again.

The ground was in a mess, with stones and sand falling all over the place.

If the gravitational force of the Purgatory Abyss were not extremely strong and the materials here were extremely strong, and a casual blow from a ninth-level cosmic-level powerhouse would have occurred, the entire area would have been reduced to dust.

"Cough, cough, kid, are you okay?"

With a cough, the huge stone was pushed away, revealing the gray-faced figure of the old man who liked to pretend to be a master.

Beside him, several middle-aged and elderly people who were standing still, including Hun Zhen, were all unscathed, but looked a little more embarrassed. "Old man Huo, it's you who are to blame."

Next to him, a middle-aged sheep-headed man from the Mediterranean looked like he was surviving a disaster. He winked at Old Man Huo and said, "I knew hiding next to you would be fine."

The old man Huo had a bitter look on his face: "Oh, don't mention it. In order to block that adult's casual blow, my most precious life-saving thing was completely shattered."

Several people around him immediately curled their lips and took out a few meat dumpling-like things from nowhere.

The volume of these meat dumplings is almost the same, but the color and appearance are slightly different. Each one exudes a strange black devilish aura. It can be seen that the meat dumplings are slightly agitated, and bumps that look like human faces appear on the surface.

After they threw these meat dumplings to Old Man Huo, Old Man Huo, who had been frowning just now, suddenly burst into laughter.

Then, Old Man Huo turned to look at Hun Zhen, his eyes almost expressive.

The corner of Hunzhen's mouth twitched, and she didn't know that Old Man Huo's first inquiry about his safety was not out of concern, but because other people already knew the market situation, and he was just a fool, so he was specifically reminding him.

And that weird meat ball is probably the common currency in this purgatory abyss.

Suddenly he coughed lightly and said: "Well, uncle, I first came here and I don't have much money. Look, I just came from the garbage mountain. Do you need any metal materials?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Old Man Huo's eyes. He looked at Hunzhen without any trace, and put on an ugly smile on his face: "It's okay, it's okay. We all live in Black Rock City. Do you think I mind this?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers.

Hunzhen did not take out the space ring, but took out a large piece of metal debris from it without leaving any trace, and put it on the ground under the shocked eyes of Old Man Huo.

"Just, that's it?"

Looking at Old Man Huo who was speechless and choked with his mouth open, he looked calm and said, "I encountered fights with those big shots just after I came here, so that's all."

Old Man Huo's eyes twitched. If he hadn't seen that Qingzhen was brought in by Xing Luo, he would have wanted to snatch this kid away to see how much money he really had.

Finally, he waved his hand and decided the matter with waning interest and resentment.

And not long after, it seemed that the city's managers had noticed that the battle had gone away, and controlled the mechanism again to let the buildings in the city rise again.

Hunzhen immediately said goodbye to several middle-aged and elderly people and walked towards the factory where she had planned to go.

As he walked, his fingertips played with several strange-looking dark red rings.

He got this from the corpses of the old men who died tragically just now.

With his strength, he can naturally do this quietly.

Of course, he didn't take them all, and left a few beside the corpse.Anyway, if the guy named Nofelik can be blamed, those old men will think that they were crushed by the silver ghost noble.

He has found out.

The local natives also have space storage props, but the shape is obviously very different from his space ring and world ring.

Like the walls and roof, it has a bit of flesh punk style.

However, judging from the barrier technology items used by Old Man Huo and the path opening tools used by Xing Luoou just now.

They also use mechanical technology.

"Learning about the world slowly is a different kind of fun."

Hun Zhen thought like this, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Facing Zagarad's slap just now, he did not choose to fight it, or even make any defensive moves, letting the slap fall.

Naturally, it is because in the simulation record, this experience can be said to be without twists and turns, and basically no recorded content appears.

He decisively stood still and waited until Old Man Huo revealed his trump card to protect everyone around him.

If the risk of performing an operation is the lowest, it naturally means that when the simulator successfully passes the simulation, the other party's actions will be completely replicated one to one without any extraneous actions.

Walking into the factory along the way, Hun Zhen saw a giant man in work clothes. Facing his unfriendly eyes, he immediately expressed his intention: "Hello, uncle, I was introduced by Xing Luo. I heard that you collect metal here? "

"That boy Xingluo."

The giant man in work clothes nodded, still with the same scary expression as if strangers were not allowed to enter, and said: "Come in with me."

This uncle looked like a gangster, but it turned out that he was actually born with evil eyes. He received the metal debris thrown by Hunzhen very kindly. It was obvious that Hunzhen was a bit unprofessional at classifying and pricing the metal debris, but he was still very nice. We conducted some popular science.

"This is your first time here. I'll give you a few more to make the whole thing. Take it and count it clearly. These are 3 gray devil heads and 7 gray devil bodies."

Those meat dumplings are indeed the currency here, but the name of this currency makes Hun Zhen a little embarrassed.

Needless to mention the color.

It is easy to distinguish between a demon head and a demon body. The one with a pimple on the face is the demon head, and the one with the torso is the demon body.

It seemed that the demon head belonged to the superior currency of the demon body. After Hunzhen gave him the idea of ​​exchanging change, the strong man in work clothes helped him exchange the three gray demon heads for thirty gray demon bodies without much hesitation.

And not long after, Hunzhen realized that this thing was not only currency, but also one of the most basic rations in the Purgatory Abyss.

With "career", "work" and "income", Qingzhen will always maintain a two-point and one-line life style in the next month.

During this period, he also gradually discovered that scavengers were not "low-level workers", but rather belonged to the middle and upper classes of Black Rock City.

There are two reasons.

One is that he found that his income was quite extraordinary.

One Gray Demon Body can buy enough plant rations to keep a star-level tube full for a week.

The last time he sold 37 metal remains of the Gray Devil's body, it was only the amount he estimated that a normal star level could find in a garbage mountain in a week.

Looking at the fact that most people here barely have enough to eat every day, it can be inferred that the income of scavengers is probably dozens of times that of ordinary people.

The second reason is that when he was searching for treasures in the garbage mountain, he met only a handful of scavengers. During this period, he basically encountered them.

The one he knew best among them was of course the first person he saw in the Purgatory Abyss, the thin young man Xing Luo.

They all work as scavengers, and Xing Luo's conversational skills are obviously better than others. Coupled with his kind and easy-to-get-together personality, even with Old Man Huo's warning, Hun Zhen still got to know him well after going back and forth. .

It was just that he was familiar with it, and Hun Zhen still didn’t ask why the number of scavengers was so rare.

However, after this period of time passed, he could just guess a little bit.

"You have to be careful, Old Man Huo seems to be targeting you."

On this day of scavenging, when Qingzhen met Xingluo again by chance, she was suddenly reminded by the other party.

Hunzhen raised his eyebrows, glanced at Xing Luo in surprise, and then smiled and said, "I know."

Of course he already knew.

(End of this chapter)