Volume 3: Artifacts Chapter 107 Scorched Earth City
The tyrant and the madman sat opposite each other, surrounded by darkness without any light. The two demons seemed to be good friends eating the same piece of meat without any gap, but in reality they were both on guard against each other's sudden attack, and their words were also testing each other's background.
The tyrant did not show any anger at the madman's insulting suggestion. He stretched out his hand and tore off a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "Madman, if I go to the edge of hell to seize territory , I'm afraid you will be the first to attack me after you know it.
You don't need to test how many demon descendants I have now. Since I came to Purgatory, it means that I am ready to take back my territory. I never expected you to send troops to help me. I came here... just to remind you not to interfere in this territory war."
The Tyrant's confidence made the madman unable to guess what kind of strength he now possessed. The demons who survived until the end of the ancient war all learned to be tolerant, so the madman said very straightforwardly: "If you can return to Purgatory, I will certainly not have any objection, but will be very happy. I promise not to interfere in your war, but your chances of winning do not seem high. After all, it is the ancient demon Hateful who seized your Hearthfire City. Even I... dare not easily provoke him."
The tyrant said contemptuously: "Although the devil's promise is not credible, I believe that with your caution, you will not take action without ensuring victory."
The madman smiled and said, "You know me."
The tyrant grabbed the meat and ate it again: "I saw that some of your demons were wearing armor that can withstand the high temperature and corrosion of hell. Where did you get it? Can you sell me some?"
"Oh! Those armors you mentioned? They were sold to me by a group of human merchants from the secular world." Hearing the tyrant talking about armors, the madman said with emotion: "I haven't paid attention to the secular world for about a hundred years. I didn't expect that humans could make such good armor and weapons.
If you want... I can sell you some, but you need to pay for the rare silver diamonds. People in the secular world like to add silver diamonds to metals to make them look very beautiful. "
The Tyrant had been in the Golden Shield Empire for so long that he certainly knew the value of silver diamonds. It was a necessary additive for certain special alloys, which could greatly increase the hardness and magic resistance of the alloys. With the upgrading of the manufacturing industry of human civilization, especially the shipbuilding industry officially entering the era of all-metal ships, all countries were building warships, and the demand for silver diamonds was increasing.
It's not just silver diamonds. Many special rare minerals have become expensive necessities because of the discovery of their industrial uses.
Not to mention commonly used minerals, which are even more abundant in hell.
In the past, humans were terrified of hell and tried to avoid demons as much as possible.
In the future, as a treasure trove of mineral resources, it will be an inevitable trend for humans to further develop hell.
The tyrant can deeply feel the vigorous and unlimited development potential of human civilization, and at the same time he can't help but sigh for the ignorance and conservatism of the demons.
"No problem. As long as the armor and weapons are good, I can pay the corresponding silver diamonds..."
At this time, a ball of fire floated from a distance, and the light illuminated a larger area. You can see that the two demons are surrounded by the shadows of demons.
The tyrant waved his hand, and the demons behind him retreated and disappeared into the darkness.
The madman smiled and waved his hand to let his demon descendants retreat.
"Danny, don't you know I'm entertaining friends? If you don't have a good reason, I will snuff out your candle myself."
The fireball shook, and a hollow voice said, "My master, the human merchant Milia wants to see you. She has brought armor for you."
The demon fanatic was very happy: "Very good, very good, I am looking forward to what kind of armor she can bring me. Light the way for her and let her in!"
As the madman spoke, two rows of fireballs ignited, extending from where they were sitting to a large door. The demons illuminated by the light retreated hastily, retreating to a place where the light could not reach.
The fireball illuminated a small area, and one could only barely make out that this was a large hall, without seeing the walls or the dome. The fireball illuminated a wide suspension bridge, and it was pitch black under the bridge, and one could not see the bottom, but one could sense that there was something very dangerous underneath.
The gate on the other side of the suspension bridge opened, and Tan and his followers walked onto the suspension bridge, pulling a huge stone box and moving forward step by step. When they were close enough, the fireball that led them in blocked their way.
Tan noticed that there was one more demon here than the last time, and his status seemed to be equal to that of the madman.
"Respected Lord Madman!" Tan took off his hat and saluted: "We didn't know you had a guest. Please forgive us for disturbing you."
The madman ate the meat and said, "If your gift satisfies me, it won't be considered a nuisance. If I am not satisfied... I can only use your souls to apologize to my friend."
"You will definitely be satisfied." Tan asked his followers to open the stone box, and then asked the tyrant: "I'm sorry, demon lord, I didn't know you were here, so I didn't prepare any gifts for you. May I know your name and the location of your territory? We will prepare the gifts as soon as possible and go to your territory to make a formal apology."
Without waiting for the tyrant to answer, the madman said: "My friend has no territory yet, so you can just deliver your gifts here."
Tan couldn't help but look at the tyrant again.
The Madman is an ancient demon who has experienced ancient wars. Anyone who can stand on equal footing with him must also be an ancient demon. An ancient demon without a territory... are you kidding?
However, the ancient demon did not refute this insult.
It seems that this guy really has no territory.
It's interesting that he is in such a miserable state!
Tan was very tactful and did not continue to dwell on this topic: "The gift will be delivered here soon. Now, Lord Madman, please check your armor."
The stone box had been opened from all sides. The followers lifted the covering and a set of shining armor made the madman stand up involuntarily.
He walked to the armor, and several demons appeared in the flickering lights. The demons violently pushed Tan's followers aside and cast skills together to carefully inspect the armor.
The tyrant also stepped forward and admired the armor side by side with the madman.
The armor is red and gold in color, with an exaggerated shape of the integrated chest armor and bear claw-style shoulder armor, which can reflect the strong physique that the devil is proud of. There are embossed devil wing patterns on the armor surface, and many magic arrays are just right integrated into the patterns. The fire elements attracted and gathered make the armor more imposing.
The maniac obviously prefers the helmet, not because of the full-coverage style, but because of the two pairs of decorations that can cover the devil horns, making the devil horns appear bigger, thicker and more gorgeous.
The demon who checked the armor said there was nothing wrong with it.
"Then put it on for me!"
The demons inserted the armor one by one onto the devil maniac.
Tan introduced the functions of this set of armor.
Enhanced hardness, increased magic resistance, increased strength, mental defense, fire element energy, adaptive element shield...
The Shuojin people have a deep understanding of armor, so the armor they carefully craft is also extremely excellent.
The madman followed the explanation and tested the functions of the armor step by step, praising it highly at the same time.
"Very good! This set of armor not only looks very suitable for my style, but I didn't expect it to have so many functions. I am very satisfied with your gift..." The madman touched the horn, which was inlaid with gems and felt very good: "But I am very dissatisfied with some of your practices."
Tan didn't expect the devil to turn hostile so quickly: "Lord Madman, what of our actions are you dissatisfied with?"
The madman glanced at the tyrant beside him, and then said to Tan: "I heard that you not only supply weapons and armor to me, but also to other demon lords. I tell you now, I am very unhappy!
I order you to stop supplying weapons and armor to any demon lord other than me. You can only supply me."
The madman pressed in front of Tan, looked down at the human woman in front of him, and the fire on his body erupted through the gaps in his armor.
Tan did not retreat, and blocked the approaching fire within a palm's distance.
"Lord Madman, we are merchants, and we are free to do business as we please. According to our agreement, our trade materials will be transferred through your territory, and you can only collect a certain percentage of taxes from them."
The demon fanatic didn't expect that this seemingly weak human in front of him could actually block his power. He further pressured him: "Now I want to change the agreement!"
Tan smiled and said, "If you want to break the agreement, then I don't need to abide by it. There are many cracks connecting hell to the secular world, and it's not just your place that has a large passage."
"You are very arrogant, woman! Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right now?"
"I'm just an ordinary salesman. If you kill me, it won't have any impact on the company I work for. You will be put on our company's dishonest list, and the demon territories around you will get the company's armor and weapons supply."
The madman's expression froze. He didn't expect that he would be controlled .
He saw the improvement in combat effectiveness of human armor and weapons to his army, and was thinking of purchasing more to expand his territory. He did not expect that this was a double-edged sword. If his enemies obtained human weapons, he might be the one to be beaten.
The madman was very grateful to the ancient war for smoothing his temper: "Just kidding! Why would I tear up the agreement? I just want to add a few more clauses... First of all, you can't provide armor and weapons to the demon territories around me, you can't provide armor and weapons to my enemies, you can't..."
The Demon Tyrant interrupted the maniac at this time: "I will not bother you to add terms to the agreement. I will live in your scorched earth city during this period, and I will come to you when I determine how many weapons I need to purchase."
"Sure, you're always welcome here...bye!"
"goodbye!"
The tyrant turned into a shadow and disappeared into the darkness.
The madman continued to discuss the modification of the agreement with Tan.
At this time, in the upper layer of the Scorched Earth City, a sarcophagus ship entered the city along the lava river. The sarcophagus hull was covered with cracks and claw marks, and only three slave demons were left clinging to the outside of the ship. The Hell Demons captured prey from the lava river, and were also captured by the monsters in the lava river.
When we reached a section of the river where the lava flow was slow, the sarcophagus boat docked on the shore.
A group of slave demons waiting on the shore immediately gathered around, crawling on the ground with their heads down and their hands raised high.
The one-horned demon was the first to walk down from the boat. He swung his whip at the slave demons and soon drove them all away.
"Sir, you can disembark now."
Under the protection of the demon, Luke and Darikova walked down from the sarcophagus ship. They were wearing fireproof overalls and covered their heads with fat hoods.
After identifying his position, Luke said to the One-Horned Demon, "Keep an eye on the ship and pay attention to the news from the Red Flame Territory. We will stay in Scorched Earth City for a while, and we will come to you if there is anything."
"Yes, sir, we will wait for you here."
When Luke and Darikova entered the city, the One-horned Demon ordered the demon descendants to select strong slave demons, and those who were selected would get a piece of meat.
Luke and Darikova walked in the scorched earth city, feeling the hell-style city. The buildings in hell are not built by quarrying stones, but by pouring magma, which is physically shaped when the magma is in a semi-solidified state.
Therefore, most houses in hell are one-piece, with many hideous hand and claw marks left on them. Even when taking out the magma some creatures inside will be brought out, and they will be sealed in the walls after the magma solidifies, with some limbs protruding outside.
It wasn't that the demons from hell deliberately made the house horrible and hideous; it was entirely caused by the building materials and construction process.
Luke walked on the lava-paved road, explaining to Darikova the characteristics of the Hell City and the origins of these characteristics.
Although Darikova had been trained, she was still frightened by the various hell demons she encountered and followed Luke closely. This was the depths of hell... No, this was purgatory. All human children had one place they feared the most, and that was purgatory.
Here is a collection of all the horror and evil that has appeared in everyone's nightmares.
"Your soul will fall into purgatory!" is the most vicious curse.
Darikova had never imagined that one day she would really end up in purgatory.
Dodging a demon with four snake heads and a frog body, Darikova approached Luke and said, "I think you are very familiar with this city. Have you been here before?"
Luke identified the road, turned a corner and continued walking forward: "I have been here several times a long time ago. The appearance of Hell City can remain unchanged for thousands of years, unlike our city, which will look completely different after a few years."
"You've been here...several times!"
Darikova felt her mind was a little confused. What exactly did a human need that required him to come to Purgatory so many times?
I really treat coming to Purgatory as a trip.
Luke thought Darikova was asking a question, and thought about it seriously. "I've been here about eight times, but I can't remember how many times I've passed by here on my way to other Hell Cities."
It seems like he is really here for tourism.
Darikova didn't dare to ask any more questions, fearing that she would hear an answer that she couldn't bear.
After passing through several winding paths, Luke and Darikova came to a dead end.
"Follow me closely and don't be distracted by other things."
Luke reminded Darikova and walked towards the wall at the end. Countless eyes opened on the walls on both sides, and layers of black shadows swam inside the walls.
“Food, food, food…”
Darikova followed Luke's instructions and walked forward without any influence.
When he reached the end, Luke put his hands on the wall and chanted a spell.
A door opened out of nowhere.
Luke opened the door and walked in with Darikova, and the door disappeared.
