Chapter 208
That thing is quite eye-catching.
This is a consensus among everyone.
It was enormous, standing tall above the earth and reaching the sky, like a mountain range, but nothing had ever been so precipitous.
After its spectacular transformation, the giant dragon turned into a stone statue and stood there.
The surrounding environment suddenly became stable.
The temperature was no longer hot, and the climate, which had been scorching, suddenly calmed down.
Just like in the safe zone.
"Huh?" The knifesmith was taken aback, looking at the change.
She had been standing by the window, waiting to continue persecuting the monster when it became even more dangerous. But she hadn't expected this turn of events.
Four hours had passed, and she was quite certain that a certain possibility had now been confirmed.
This place has become a kind of paradise, and something unprecedented has suddenly happened.
The expansion of the safe zone is unprecedented; it's simply beyond imagination.
This was beyond her comprehension; the reporting to the central church was already over, and she just felt a little dazed.
This happened very suddenly, taking everyone by surprise.
I initially thought that after the Demon King emerged and became such a monster, this city might disappear from the map forever.
But now the situation has reversed. Not only will it not disappear, but it will become the most extraordinary city in just ten years.
A bustling city stands firmly on the foundation of a child.
It's nighttime now, but not dark. A red protective shield has been cast over the area. After nightfall, it resembles dusk.
It hasn't gotten cold yet, even though, given the chaotic environment, it should be freezing cold by now.
But I didn't feel cold at all, and I didn't feel the temperature drop at all.
Outside the protective shield, there was already frozen frost.
"Wow." Denos stood outside the airship, dumbfounded.
This is something you only see once in a lifetime; even Ark might not have seen it before.
This is especially true when viewed up close.
From this angle, you really can't tell it's a dragon. It looks more like a rather exaggerated mountain peak.
From here, no matter how you look at it, it's like seeing a leopard through a tube; you can't see the whole picture, and you can only think that this dragon is a mountain.
He hesitated for a moment, then touched the creature's dragon scales.
Even though there was magma-like blood flowing down below, I couldn't feel any heat at all.
Legend has it that dragon blood has a temperature approaching several hundred degrees Celsius. And this guy's blood is glowing like magma; its temperature might already be over a thousand degrees.
It seems that if the temperature is low, blood cannot circulate in such a large body, and the higher the temperature, the easier it is to move.
And for such a body, the presence of blood from a thousand degrees is not surprising at all.
Nina took his arm, her expression a little strange.
"You're the one who called me over to come and see, but you're scared now?" Denos almost laughed.
After I bought the items and delivered them home, this happened outside.
You can see this kind of thing at home; you can see the whole picture there, so you know what it is.
Then Nina suddenly suggested that they take a closer look at the guy.
It's not much different from suggesting we go to the underworld together for a quick look.
Denos agreed.
It's like accepting an invitation to jump into the river.
One dared to propose, the other dared to accept; one dared to leave, the other dared to follow.
So the two of them came here.
Standing at the feet of the dragon and looking at it was a strange feeling; the sense of his own insignificance made him feel a little afraid.
Nina rested her head on Denos's shoulder, and Denos naturally put his arm around her waist and patted her head with his other hand.
“Indeed, I’m a little scared,” Nina said softly.
"I don't know how to comfort you. I think I've developed megalophobia too," Denos said casually. "Do you regret staying up tonight to see these strange things?"
"That depends on how you behave when you get back," Nina said casually, pinching Denos's leg, making him wince in pain.
But this sweetness only lasted a moment, because soon they could no longer laugh.
I really can't laugh. I truly feel like an ant.
More and more people gathered to watch, and those who initially thought the object would be dealt with discovered it was still there. Everyone remained at peace.
I just wanted to come and see what this was.
At the same time, I was amazed by the current environment, because for a full four hours, the weather had been sunny and breezy.
This is almost unprecedented; such peace and stability during such a long period makes one want to thank God.
The dragon had its eyes closed and didn't seem to care about the situation at all.
It seems like this guy has been here for a long time.
In reality, most people are unaware that this is the culprit that turned the city into this place. However, for ordinary citizens, simply surviving is extremely difficult, and even if they knew, there's nothing they can do. That's all.
While this feeling can be depressing, it's true, there's nothing they can do. Becoming a member of the guard is the limit for ordinary people. Or perhaps becoming a sorcerer, like these two.
Twelve looked up at the thing, feeling a little uneasy.
Not only him, but all the monsters here had this feeling. That guy seemed to be a trap there, ready to devour people at any moment.
We'd better leave quickly. There are too many demons and monsters here. If we don't leave soon, we might lose our lives.
Yan felt the same way. After the last guest left, they all returned to the airship.
For a team that's mostly made up of monsters, that thing always makes me feel uneasy. I might get eaten without even realizing it.
But now the airship can't take off at all; it's just a fortress stuck in place.
However, it is still a fortress encased in metal, so you feel quite safe inside.
The repairs outside have been temporarily put on hold. Twelve was seriously injured and, without an arm, he simply cannot do this kind of work.
Although I don't know what to do next, it's already too late, so getting some sleep is always the best course of action.
Perhaps on this night when most people will be sleepless, only these guys can sleep soundly.
“You look very uneasy.” Wuming rested his head on his hand as he lay down next to Twelve.
The two guys were assigned to the same room, and even shared the same bed.
Although there are two men, they have to squeeze together. Otherwise, there simply isn't enough space. They just have to make do with this space.
"I'm uneasy. Look at the state I've become," Twelve said somewhat awkwardly, turning her body to let Nameless take a good look at the wound.
“I’ve been looking at it for a long time.” Wuming poked the broken surface with his finger. “Does it hurt?”
"It really hurt a bit when I was first cut off, but I'm used to it now." Twelve hesitated for a moment before saying, "The priest named Karl healed my wound."
Nameless shuddered. Twelve glanced at him and then said sullenly, "You should be used to it by now. It's been a long time. Besides, back then, the guy who imprisoned you was an ascetic."
"Please don't mention it again," Wuming said. "It took me a long time to recover from being locked in a dark room and abused like that."
“You’ve never recovered, and you still don’t like cramped spaces. Last time you were accidentally locked in the warehouse, you almost smashed all our merchandise.” Twelve thought for a moment and said, “I remember it very well.”
Wuming did not answer; he simply lay there, unwilling to move.
Looking at this guy's body, Twelve thought that for a boy, he was quite well-built, with a lot of muscular muscles all over his body.
While it might seem a bit perverted for a man to be observing other people's muscles, it also shows that this guy definitely meets the standards for women who have high standards for their physique.
"There's a knocking sound." He suddenly muttered softly, "It's the aura of a clergyman, I hate it."
“I also dislike him a bit, because it feels like he’s the guy who chopped off my arm.” Twelve hesitated for a moment before saying, “I also have a bit of a psychological aversion to that guy, and I don’t really want to see him.”
"I thought you were fearless."
"There may be people in the world who are fearless, but I am definitely not one of them."
The two of them chatted back and forth, and Twelve got up, dressed, and prepared to go to the door to check.
Compared to the fact that his airship was dismantled, he felt that facing someone he didn't want to see was a relatively minor loss.
He opened the spaceship's door and looked at the swordsmith, who had been disarmed.
"So slow. Next time I'll just dismantle the door." The knifesmith looked at him with dissatisfaction.
"Sorry." Twelve bowed and scraped, afraid that if this guy wasn't angry, he might take something off him.
This girl really does what she says. She seems to be very skilled at this kind of thing. Dislocating someone's arm is as easy as she goes, without any problems.
This guy is dangerous enough, Twelve thought with a hint of fear.
"Are you accepting commissions?" she asked, getting straight to the point. "I need someone to make a round trip to the Spirit Forest for me, within a month. Can you do that?"
Twelve was stunned for a moment, then watched as she scratched her head and stuffed a scroll into her hand.
"Give this to the Elf King, and the rest is just getting back alive. If he says he'll come along, then we've succeeded. Otherwise, I need you to bring back his answer for me." The swordsmith raised an eyebrow and said, "If possible, I'll help repair this airship, using that guy's materials."
"That guy?"
"The guy who shot down your airship, that dragon. You won't find a more luxurious combination anywhere in the world than using its hide as supplementary material for your airship," she said. "If you hadn't come back in a month, I would have cut off one of your legs."
There was an awkward moment, and Twelve rubbed his temples, lost in thought.
The current situation is very unusual, for everyone.
I was still thinking about what I should do, but then someone handed me the task.
Although he didn't need dragon skin material to make the wing membrane of his airship, he really needed someone to help repair it.
"I'm sorry, can I refuse?" But Twelve still said that.
"Because you hate me?" The swordsmith wasn't angry; he simply nodded to indicate that he understood. Then he turned and left.
Twelve watched her disappear from his sight before returning to the airship. When he turned around, he saw Xie Ying sitting in the hall.
“You were right to refuse. Without the airship, we wouldn’t have been able to reach Ling Sen alive, let alone return within a month.”
“Yes, we’re not even sure if we’ll make it through alive.” Twelve’s expression remained unchanged: “Who told us to be so weak?”
“But we really need to repair this airship, whether it’s with dragon skin or something else, otherwise we’ll be trapped here sooner or later.” Xie Ying hesitated for a moment and said, “Or do you simply want to settle down here? To be honest, I’m a little afraid of this place. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to get close to that dragon.”
"Me too," Twelve said, preparing to go back.
So what do you plan to do?
"Don't you think I've already been through too much today? I want to go back and get a good night's sleep. Who knows what tomorrow holds?" Twelve shrugged, not wanting to look at the guy.
No matter who it is, I am in pain and tired right now, feeling exhausted and empty and powerless.
Living is so tiring; I really shouldn't be trying so hard to survive. Twelve couldn't help but think this; even just getting out of bed to open the door left him feeling utterly exhausted.
To go to the Spirit Forest, meet the Elf King, and return alive? That's like a joke. What kind of powerful being would that be?
I don't know, and I don't want to care. Anyway, things have reached this point, and I've definitely drawn a line between myself and them. I'm just an ordinary monster; I can't do something like this.
“You can receive blessings at any time. I’ve felt guilty ever since your blessing was sacrificed last time.” Xie Ying hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ll try my best to link my abilities with recovery.”
"I have an extra arm, but it's useless to me." Twelve said without even thinking, "I'm already a rotten person, so it doesn't matter what I do."
“You weren’t like this before.” Xie Ying looked at her somewhat abruptly and said, “Just a year ago, you were still an impulsive person. Although you were a bit young and reckless, I think you’ve overcorrected a bit.”
"I've just figured out a lot of things, like I'm a hopeless piece of trash. I've also realized that hope has never actually been such a luxury." Twelve turned her head and looked at her seriously: "Don't talk about me, I should say this world... has had no hope for a very, very long time."
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