Uncovered the trap door and stepped into the secret passage filled with gray fog. I felt at a loss that I had the illusion of returning to the Sostem sewer.

Under his feet were the sludge and dead fish after the tide was gone, his eyes were only the stiff backs of his companions without saying a word, but in his ears were the extremely noisy arena - the roars of monsters in the audience and the roars of demons in the arena, which contrasted with the people who tried their best to reduce the noise.

During this tense and depressing infiltration, Langdon kept his sneaking posture and followed the team forward. Inexplicably, he couldn't help but start to recall the days when he was young, when he and his brother depended on each other, and those faces that quietly disappeared in his memory.

Children who had no food source, no identity background, and no parental care had struggled to survive in the sewer of Southam like Langdon.

At that time, Langdon's biggest dream was to own a house, a warm bed and a perfect kitchen.

The work of clearing the sewer every day almost dyed his bones yellow-green. Langdon even remembered: Several times he suddenly woke up in the sewer and found a group of mice peeking around him.

They are waiting for themselves to die and become a delicious meal at their fingertips. However, sometimes they will start attacking living people after they become crazy. According to incomplete statistics by the sheriff, about one in eight of the unnatural deaths of humans are homeless alcoholics lying in the sewers, and they are eaten in their dreams.

If you can't beat it, join, and the survival of the fittest will be natural. Langdon hates these words, but in order to survive, he can only choose to be the kind of person he hates and despises the most.

Want to change his destiny? Langdon's little finger twitched slightly. He seemed to hear someone talking to him in his ear, but reason told him that those were hallucinations.

Want to prove himself? Langdon's heartbeat accelerated, and an inexplicable blood surged in his body, causing his brain to gradually start to heat up.

Want to live...a real good life? Life is not survival. The former symbolizes a good meal or a leisurely and elegant time, and life is for enjoyment.

The latter is like stuffing a handful of unshelled grains into the mouth, chewing and swallowing them with tingling pain, which is difficult to eat and painful, and even causing bleeding in the mouth, but only then can you survive.

Langdon must admit that for a moment, his heart was indeed shaken. He yearned for a free and wonderful life. As long as there was such a chance, he would never mind giving it a try.

But Langdon understood that this was the whisper of the demon, the temptation of chaos - the whole world is on the verge of destruction due to catastrophes, and those ordinary dreams are just illusions after all.

The person in front of him suddenly stopped and Landon immediately went to the side.

Open a door curtain made of patched rags and enter the compartment. In front of you are the dining table and sleeper made of several grocery boxes. A warm and bright kerosene lamp slightly dispels the discomfort caused by the grey fog.

"We're here, are you okay?" The Tide Night Watcher shook his boots on the rag at the door, walked a few steps to a wooden box and sat down.

Chen Yaogang glanced at everyone: "I was indeed disturbed by the chaotic power just now, and some strange sounds seemed to be ready to invade my consciousness. What about you?"

"Same." Langdon and Comaco said at the same time, looking at each other, but they did not continue to quarrel as usual.

Alaisen's face was a little bad, but he had seen such routines and had developed resistance to this force: "After analyzing, my rune slab just captured the source of abnormal fluctuations... It is located in the core area of ​​Fair London, and it is probably the trick of that meteor."

Sand untied his cloak and hung his clothes on the wooden rack: "Your analysis is correct. Since the Chaos Meteor landed in our city, everything in Fair London has begun to become wrong. In fact, we did not notice its abnormality at the first time, and only took it seriously after the maintenance team sent by the lord disappeared."

One-eyed Kaila raised her hand and asked, "Are those spectators shouting in the arena, humans or monsters?"

Sand lit the pipe with a headache: "There are humans and monsters. In order to survive, they always choose the simplest and easiest solution. With those humans who drink demon blood as a precedent, we can no longer judge whether those people are monsters."

"If you join the arena and recognize the identity of the King of Fighting Skills, you will not be killed. If you become a slave gladiator and win the battle, you can get food. If you complete a series of challenges, you can leave here. Too many people have chosen to defect to the demons in pain and torture. I believe you should be able to understand our difficulties."

Chen Yaogang's eyes were calm: "Then there is nothing to do. The spirit is polluted by the power of chaos. You can also rely on rational repair to slowly turn them back into humans."

"Once they have accepted the blood of the demon, or have accepted from the bottom of their heart that they are monsters and demons, even if they are temporarily humans on the outside, their thoughts and souls have long since become corrupt and degenerate, and there is almost no way to save them."

It’s like demons seem ugly and despicable, but their invasion is usually relatively obvious. They don’t mind using their original shape to appear in the world, and even look directly at their eyes to feel the evil deep in their hearts. In this way, they are actually a bit real and open-minded.

The gods are much more cunning. They will secretly support their own churches, choose agents or descend vessels to clear the way for themselves... Even if they do the wrong thing or kill the wrong person, they will all blame the humans themselves. They are even more sinister than many humans imagine.

This is the case with the descendants of Nefaran. Once the demonic face or demonic nature is awakened, the so-called human nature or divine nature will be immediately swallowed by the dark side. Many cultists who believe in the great cause of demons are essentially human-type demons awakened by the blood of demons, so enlightenment and redemption have no meaning to them.

Sand glanced at Chen Yaogang: "What are you going to do? I can understand the pain of those refugees, and they had no choice but to step into the audience."

"Even with your supporters joining us, our manpower is very limited, and it is unrealistic to kill them all."

Chen Yaogang pointed to the one-eyed Kaira: "The first task is to confirm the location of the teleportation array first. We will try to repair the teleportation array to provide more fault tolerance. Since the Chaos Force has discovered our invasion, we cannot count on how long this temporary shelter can last."

Sander roughly explained the current situation in Fair London: "The teleportation array on the surface has long been destroyed by meteors, but as far as I know, there is a spare teleportation obelisk in the castle behind the statue of Twelve Fighting Skills. Unfortunately, due to the chaotic fog, the ether structure here is completely chaotic and cannot be guaranteed to be used."

Chen Yaogang's pupils gradually shrank: "If I remember correctly, the Bell of Glory is there, right?"
Chapter completed!