Chapter 1322: Rare Goods for Sale

Chapter 1322 -1012: Rare Goods for Sale

In the oppressive heat that assaults the senses, countless gem crystals piled almost into mountains refract a vibrant array of colors, with every facet reflecting that enormous figure.

Right beneath the dazzling firelight, numerous writhing silhouettes entwine behind the curtains, with scalding acid constantly dripping from the edges of the golden bed, sizzling.

After the noisy screeches and moans come to an end, a bloated, obese figure emerges from behind the tattered curtains, casually wiping the sweat from his body.

He looks down towards the steps.

He Di lowers his eyes, calmly awaiting a response.

“You’re talking about… Huai Shi? Never heard of such a guy.”

Zim, the Owner of the Great Mob ruling over the Thunderclap White Plains, pinched his chin, contemplating the news brought by the Clown: “Forget it, doesn’t matter. Since you said to be concerned, I’ll monitor it for you.”

“Much appreciated.”

He Di bowed his head in gratitude.

“No need to be formal. Since you’re an esteemed guest, you should feel at home here.” The Owner of the Great Mob grinned, patting his belly and laughing loudly: “How about it? Anything in my collection catch your eye? If you fancy something, feel free to take it.

They’re all quite good at serving people, hahaha!”

Behind the Owner of the Great Mob, a burst of coquettish laughter suddenly sounded.

But this laughter was disturbingly eerie.

Those mutated monsters leaned around the Owner of the Great Mob, their bizarre limbs flicking and making teasing noises, causing the Owner of the Great Mob’s laughter to grow even louder, vibrating the treasure piled like mountains with a buzzing echo.

“…”

He Di’s eye twitched slightly, carefully pondering whether this was humiliation or a generous gift, his enthusiastic smile turning stiff.

“Dare not covet the master’s favor, I have no such desires…”

“You followers of Piper are indeed peculiar.”

Zim shook his head carelessly, grabbing a crimson fruit from the platter and tossing it into his mouth: “Compared to that, my god Poxun’s teachings are simpler and more straightforward, not as convoluted as heaps of gibberish, better to indulge in endless joy. Forget it, you may leave, for the small matters later, just talk to my subordinates.”

These idiots who shoot their brain matter like liquid really have no brains at all, haven’t they realized how severe the consequences are!

He Di’s eyes flashed with brief gloom, but he restrained himself.

Maintaining his composure, he turned and left.

The grand doors slammed shut.

But the chewing sounds on the golden bed did not cease.

Zim, embracing his ‘beloved wives and concubines’, held the hands on his shoulder, grabbing the fruit streaming towards him, asked vaguely towards the steps: “What do you all think?”

“Clown is not trustworthy.”

A Samurai enshrouded in Bull Head armor said in a muffled voice, “That group of guys hiding their intentions always have ulterior motives.”

“Then let it be, but keep an eye, don’t give him a chance to exploit the situation.”

Zim wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, mocking with a nod: “A person from the Current Circumstances? Heh, today it’s a person from the Current Circumstances, tomorrow it might be someone missing from their legion… probably a method to drive down prices.”

The Bull-headed Warrior nodded, “If that’s the case, do we still need to capture Huai Shi?”

“Capture, of course capture.”

Zim sucked the juice on his fingers, grinned, countless sharp teeth gleaming pleasantly: “Not only capture, but capture carefully, earnest capture.

No matter dead, alive, or something else, as long as someone wants it, it’s a treasure!”

The four sets of eyes sparkled with greedy light.

“Hehe, what a rare commodity…”

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The dark sky dome continuously reverberated with thunderous cracks like the splitting of an iron curtain, with the intermittently flickering electric light casting the land into a pale white, seemingly paved with ashes of bones.

A sustained darkness, explosive thunder, setting the tone of this Hell.

The stifling burning wind blows continuously from afar.

Accompanied by the roar of volcanoes, molten iron flows like lava in currents, bringing constant illumination to this bleak world.

Beyond that, were the plantations scattered over the desolate land.

Behind those alien barriers, countless stooped figures shuffled and stumbled among Hell’s crops, occasionally falling, unable to rise again, devoured entirely by bloodthirsty plants.

In a long slumber, Raymond sneezed, awakening from the nightmare of dismemberment after exposure.

Looking up, he saw a bizarre face unfolding before him.

Two crimson eyeballs swirling round and round, a dog-headed visage with a twisted smile, classic black-and-white color scheme, grinning a devilish charm, exposing two pieces of vegetable on its front teeth.

“Do I look like a human?”

It pinched its chin, suddenly asking.

Raymond rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, not one bit! From start to finish, not a single part is human, anything related to humans, you’ve done nothing.

You say what about you looks like a human!”

“Then it proves the disguise is very successful.”

Huai Shi grinned, wagging his tongue and laughing.

No, you’re not disguised… you’ve revealed your true form!

Raymond really wanted to say that, but they were too close, if Huai Shi wanted to hammer him, he truly couldn’t win.

Moreover, now he’s not human anymore.

He raised his hand, touched the horns on his head, and his face now drastically different from before… he had to admit, he became a Minotaur.

The Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy itself possesses excellent adaptability to Hell.

The Sublimators of the Road of Eternity also possess high resistance to the erosion caused by the Hell’s sedimentation and depth—if there were a progress bar for distortion and solidification, then ordinary Sublimators would have a progress bar of one hundred, possibly distorted at sixty, whereas the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy’s progress bar would be at least above one hundred and fifty…

As for Huai Shi, this guy, probably throwing him into the Chef Demon’s champion pot to stew for decades might finally show some symptoms of solidification?

It’s precisely because of this that they can so smoothly disguise themselves as Hell Creatures.

Due to the influence of his own Stigma Wheel of Fate, after Gregory’s Mystic Ritual, Raymond naturally tends toward the divine bull pulling the chariot.

As for Huai Shi… why he transforms into a Dog-headed Man is indeed an unsolved mystery.

Currently, only the two of them can show their faces, while the remaining three are all hiding in the vehicle.

And adhering to the principle of seeking excitement, even the truck couldn’t escape Huai Shi’s poisonous hands.

Under Anton and Huai Shi’s modifications, ten pairs of tires disappeared, replaced by sixteen bizarre limbs dripping with a bloody hue.

The armor is entirely covered in skin film, and after embedding numerous Hell plants, clusters of bizarre blood-red flowers have grown.

The steel body shrinks and deforms, no longer sporting its previously square and regular outline, becoming oddly shaped, with a giant mouth of Red Dragon appearing on the front, extremely fierce.

Although it looks odd… in Hell, oddness is the norm.

If you don’t look a little strange, people wouldn’t dare to go out and meet others.

Only Red Dragon continues to sob.

“It’s too much, the car paint, I just did the car paint… boo hoo hoo, there’s no returning, the outside has already been transformed into someone else’s shape, there’s no going back…”

“…”

Huai Shi remained silent for a long time, looking at Raymond with an exceedingly strange expression: “What kind of ghostly stuff have you been showing it?”

“Is it my fault?”

Raymond was furious: “Go ask your own Raven what kind of heavy taste stuff it brings every time it hitchhikes!

Compared to someone like me, who’s a purist that blushes just from holding hands, how can I stand such stimulation!”

The sense of grievance is overwhelming, each word is practically written in blood, only, he topped it off with a Bull-head, making it even less convincing.

Raymond, thirty-two, unmarried, single veteran driver.

To this day, he has never had a girlfriend…

“You really have it tough.”

Huai Shi sympathetically patted his shoulder, “Forget it, us two single dogs, why hurt each other?”

“Please, shut up!”

Raymond’s blood pressure had already peaked, unwilling to speak.

“What’s the rush? It’s still a while before reaching Iron Flame City, on such a long road, let’s chat!”

“Shut up, no chatting, I want to sleep!”

Raymond put his blindfold back on, lying back on top of Red Dragon’s car, unwilling to speak further.

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Depth Nineteen · Thunderclap White Plains

Within the Depth Area, it is also a place where many Hells converge, as the depth tide rises, more and more Hells border this desert, and with them come even more Hell Swarms.

And even more wealth…

The arrival of the war among realms also makes its status increasingly important.

Poxun’s power is deeply rooted here.

The plunder of revelry and greed never ceases, and the core of this Hell stands firm under the volcano is Iron Flame City.

In the Astronomical Society database, the defense forces here consist of four Hell Swarms, namely the Minotaur Shield Guards spread across various Depth Hells, the Frost Bone Village from the frozen land, the domesticated Thorn Dragon Great Mob, and the native overlord Stone Melting Demon Dragon.

Besides the ashes-like soil suitable for cultivating special crops, the most famous product from here is weapons. The iron magma flowing from the volcano undergoes continuous forging day and night, quickly delivered to the hands of various Rulers through various channels.

In the ever-approaching war among realms, it has become an important transit hub and market for exchanging resources among various parties.

Ruling here is the Crowned blessed by Poxun· Zim, also the Owner of the Great Mob of Stone Melting Demon Dragon. It’s because of the countless gigantic worm-like Stone Melting Demon Dragons under his command drilling day and night within the volcano that there is a continuous production of Hell’s Iron…

From a distance, one can perceive the earth’s tremor.

As if some colossal creature were traversing beneath the crust, a low rumble gallops through, the ground inexplicably cracks, dust rises.

The closer they get to that lava-guarded city under the volcano, Raymond’s face becomes increasingly rigid.

Nervous.

Even though being a mercenary of the Eye of Nightmare is accustomed to fighting and killing, there has never been an experience of swaggering delivery.

In the sky, the number of small Thorn Dragons wandering about increases, coldly overlooking, diving down at intervals, lifting the poor wretch from the road, rising, soon accompanied by a faint rain of blood mingled with corpse fragments descending amid fierce screeches.

Whether it’s Huai Shi’s dog head being too tender or looking like easy prey, more and more Thorn Dragons gather, yet fear the Red Dragon’s mouth, unwilling to easily probe.

They continue trailing them until before the giant checkpoint into the city.

In the long queue, amid countless bizarre vehicles and riding creatures, Red Dragon’s size actually doesn’t stand out. Among the peculiar Hell Creatures in front and behind, the two’s appearance is practically adorable.

Most of the time, relying on the Hell Swarms, with their overwhelming beastly nature and scant intelligence, to harmoniously coexist and conform to order is somewhat demanding.

Most of the time, it’s still maintained through pure violence and intimidation, sustaining the stability of this city.

Of course, foremost, to give those entering the city a warning…

Under countless arrows and cannon sights, on the city walls, the Minotaur Great Mob of bull-heads look coldly down, lacking any warmth for a fellow countryman.

A cold beam from the giant mirror hanging on the wall scans down, fails to detect their disguise. But before Raymond can quietly breathe a sigh of relief, a pale mist wafts toward them.

In the cold and icy fog, the Frost Corpse spirit raises crimson red pupils, indifferently asking, “Name?”

“Luo Su.”

The Dog-headed Man atop Red Dragon opens his mouth, answers without hesitation.