Chapter 198
"Our next destination is Kadumi, right?" Twelve hesitated for a moment, scratching his head as he spoke.
All he knew was that the city had suffered a catastrophe, a massive catastrophe that reduced this world-famous place to nothingness.
It's unclear what the specific disaster was, but it was certainly a massive catastrophe.
It's not that I can't figure it out, but rather that there are just too many disasters capable of reaching this level, so many that I'm too lazy to even guess anymore.
The Blood Day has just passed, and it's likely due to its influence. After all, there are now excessively powerful monsters everywhere, making it difficult even for large merchant caravans to survive.
The reason why Ark and the others can be so indifferent is because their combat power is so overflowing that the number of monsters that can threaten them can be counted on one hand.
As for the team of twelve, forget about it; the highest level they're assessed is Calamity. It's Flame, and the rest are just ordinary monsters.
Oh, and there are fake demons too. Their combat strength barely qualifies them as a calamity?
In short, their combat strength is far inferior to Ark's team; they would be wiped out if they encountered danger.
Twelve rested his head on his hand and touched the crystal on his chest.
The blessing he was originally given is gone.
In the previous incident, he sacrificed that thing in order to successfully complete the game and achieve victory.
But I don't feel bad about it, because it wasn't a particularly powerful ability to begin with.
"Want another one? I'm already like this, and I can give you another one anytime you want." Xie Ying said casually, propping her head up. This kind of thing was something she could give away at will. Although it was far inferior to a regular magic seal, it was still much better than having nothing at all.
"I must refuse." Twelve answered without hesitation, "I think this is fine."
"You're heartbroken," Xie Ying said, his face expressionless.
"Move aside a bit, are there any other chairs?" Dilire nudged Twelve and asked.
"The chairs are over there. Go get them yourself if you want them," Flame said, looking at Odiliel with some dissatisfaction.
Dilire scratched her face, hesitated for a moment, then pulled Yan's cloak back and let her sit on her lap.
The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became deathly silent. Twelve coughed twice, and the little mouse that was lying on Wuming's arm jumped a few times before landing on Dilier's head.
"It's warmer here," she muttered, resting her head on the table, the little mouse huddled in her hair.
The temperature is indeed very low now, and there is a cold air mass outside. If your skill level is not high enough, you will definitely feel cold.
Yan's body was indeed very warm; as a red demon, his body temperature was probably maintained above forty degrees Celsius.
If you're using your abilities, reaching two hundred shouldn't be a problem.
Having this guy next to you in the dead of winter would definitely keep you warm.
"I'm done eating." Yan's face darkened, and she got up and left the table.
The others just ate in silence, offering no comment.
There's not much difference between speaking now and courting death; if you speak now, you're bound to offend one of them.
It's best not to provoke others unnecessarily. This is high up; what if you really push someone too far and get thrown out?
"I'm going to organize the goods too." Twelve stood up; he just couldn't stand this atmosphere. Letting him eat in this environment was out of the question.
“I’ll go too.” Wuming also felt he should slip away.
"No need, I can manage on my own." Twelve patted his shoulder, signaling him not to run away, because it would be really inappropriate if he did.
“I don’t think you can handle this alone.” He pinched Twelve’s thigh, indicating what he would do if this ungrateful guy ran away.
"I really think I can handle it all by myself." Twelve patted him on the shoulder, indicating that it was his fault for speaking so slowly.
Without waiting for his reply, he slipped into the cubicle.
He definitely needs to clean up this warehouse properly.
The items we're going to sell this time are mainly metals, as well as the cores of some monsters.
They dealt with many monsters along the way, and the cores of these monsters could be used as functional materials for many things. At the very least, they could be used as fuel for magic-powered furnaces.
He looked at the somewhat messy place, scratching his head as he stared at the rats that had landed on it.
Don't get me wrong, these aren't normal rats. Normal rats can turn into monsters in chaotic areas.
It's roughly a mutation that prevents them from eating, and they survive by consuming solidified magical substances.
Solidified forms of magic are probably magic cores, monsters, or other things condensed from magic.
They can eat food, or rather, they will get hungry if they don't eat food.
However, just like normal monsters, once you get used to being hungry, it doesn't matter.
Clearly, they didn't have enough food to feed the more than five hundred rats on this airship; they were basically being fed monsters.
These are Dilire's friends. She can communicate with them directly, and through this, they can do many things for her.
This thing has incredibly high resistance; the one currently perched on the shelf and its brothers and sisters have ridiculously high fire resistance. Just recently, they even killed a rather large monster in the fire.
Of course, this doesn't include organizing the cargo. On the contrary, these little guys will mess up the already organized cargo hold.
He squeaked twice, and in the shadows, countless rats opened their blood-red eyes at Twelve in the darkness.
It's quite terrifying, but Twelve won't be scared. After all, she sees it every day, so she should be used to it by now.
He went in and tidied up the shelves that had been messed up by rats, making sure the goods destined for the next city were in good condition in the somewhat dimly lit environment.
Be sure to buy plenty of water, as they consume a lot of it.
At first, I thought it was just for daily use, but after discovering that these two red devils often caused fire problems, we never had enough water again.
He took a piece of candy from a box, put it in his mouth, and looked at the list while holding it in his mouth.
The above shows the statistical revenue and current reserves.
I never imagined I would end up doing something like this.
Several years ago, I would never have imagined that I was someone who earned money by working for others. I never thought that one day I would own my own caravan.
Managing such a caravan for a long time can indeed be tiring, after all, calculating income and expenditure every day for a long time will make you feel tired and energetic.
I used to be incredibly arrogant every day, but now I try to stay home as much as possible.
He held the candy in his mouth, feeling the pain throughout his body.
His body was not in good condition, and all sorts of strange things caused him pain all over his body.
I should take some painkillers now, but I ran out of them some time ago.
Moreover, once you get used to the pain, you find taking painkillers quite troublesome, since they don't really have any real impact, they're just painful.
......
As Wuming chewed on the sugarcane, he couldn't help but think that this plant should be grown in greater quantities.
Since sugar can be bought there, it means that sugarcane must be grown in that area.
Due to the losses, a lot of sugarcane was not processed into sugar in time. So it was purchased in large quantities as raw material and added to the airship.
This thing tastes pretty good on its own, so he enjoyed eating it.
Besides, it would be awkward not to find something to do. Right next to him, the red-haired girl was leaning on the railing, staring blankly out the window at the spectacular scene created by the interplay of flames and cold air.
Because this place is really small, there aren't many entertainment options unless you're just staring blankly outside.
If she were to chat, she would definitely have to talk to the guy who stole her brother. Yan was furious. What was so good about that damned rat that he could make her brother so infatuated?
He doesn't even want to become the Demon King anymore, which is a good thing, at least because this guy is still alive.
So I should thank her?
It's true that if you hold back for a while, you'll only get angrier; if you back down, you'll only feel like you've lost out.
She turned her head and looked at the nameless man sitting there. He paused for a moment, hesitated, then used the knife in his hand to peel some of the sugarcane, cut off the part he had bitten earlier, and handed it to her.
"Want some?" Wuming asked hesitantly. "It's quite sweet."
She was silent for a moment, then quietly took it.
A cute girl was biting into a peeled sugarcane. Wuming watched for a few seconds, then silently turned his head away to look outside.
"What are you looking at?" Flame asked, chewing on sugarcane.
"Outside."
"What are you looking at outside?"
"There is nothing there."
"They must have a lot of free time."
"You are the same."
The two people were having this conversation when it suddenly stopped.
Honestly, neither of them are particularly good at talking.
Flame wasn't very popular among her own kind, and she had never had any contact with humans, or rather, she was somewhat resistant to them.
As for Wuming, needless to say, it's already quite remarkable that he didn't become withdrawn after his experiences.
He was captured and severely tortured once before, and now he has a psychological trauma related to clergy. At least the distance must be within his escape range.
After things quieted down, the two of them sat there like that. She took a few bites and then handed the sugarcane back to him. Wuming took it, tore open a spatial rift, and stored it inside.
For a long time, the two of them kept looking outside.
A colossal black dragon appeared before them, a monster at least at the level of a Calamity, and as a dragon, its hard scales and massive body made it far stronger than other monsters. (First published on 78zw.m.78zw.)
However, neither of them felt any emotional fluctuation. At first, they were indeed a little scared, but after watching more, they realized that it was just like that.
Indeed, now that everyone is fighting on land, not everyone will necessarily survive.
However, they are now blocked by a magic circle that identifies obstacles, so there is no need to fear that the monsters outside will discover them.
However, the principle behind that thing is simply that it cannot be sensed, not that it cannot be seen. Monsters without consciousness will treat them as air, and intelligent demons naturally will not have any ill intentions towards something that looks like a human.
So either this guy didn't notice it, or he was just curious about what the hell it was.
You can be more magnanimous, because when I saw this airship, I also wondered what kind of weird thing it was.
Wuming suddenly paused, looking at the guy sitting on the dragon.
"Wow, it's a dragonman!" Yan also saw it and walked to the window with a curious look, looking at the guy sitting on it.
It was a creature covered in scales, its skin somewhat stiff and black, like it was wearing armor.
Dragons are a major race of demons, but due to their unique nature, they can be the servants of any demon god, or not the servants of any demon god. According to legend, their ancestors were opportunistic; as long as their master was powerful enough, they would follow anyone. They even later pledged allegiance to the gods.
After the war, different dragons allied themselves with different beings. Although they shared the same ancestor, they were not entirely the same. Deedri had slain a similar dragon, but it had been corrupted to the point of losing its mind, and was certainly different from the one before her.
This is definitely a demon spirit, but whether it has intelligence is unknown.
Anyway, it's very rare.
The guy riding on the dragon turned his head and looked at the two guys who were curiously looking at him with some confusion.
However, he still waved, which means the same thing all over the world—it's used to show friendliness.
Wuming waved his hand in return.
Then he hesitated for a moment, took a crystal from his pocket, placed it on the table, looked at the flame who was staring at him with shining eyes, and said, "Interested in going to talk to that guy about something?"
Before Yan could react, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Before they could even understand what was happening, the two of them found themselves in the midst of a cold snap, their hoods blown off and their brown hair dancing wildly in the wind.
And that dragon-man was less than ten meters away from them.
"Who are you?" A somewhat muffled voice came from inside, startling him. He looked at the nameless person who was greeting him.
“Hello.” Wuming raised his hands to indicate that he had no hostility: “We are just on our way and wanted to come and see the great dragon.”
How did you get here?
“I’m not very talented, but I have some experience in spatial manipulation.” Wuming said, then patted Yan on the back: “This guy seems quite interested in you.”
"Don't talk nonsense!" Yan felt embarrassed, but she shrank into his arms and dared not move.
They are now above the dragon! This creature, taking flight on wings, is obviously not stable, but Wuming seems completely unconcerned because he can return at any time. But Yan can't; falling from this height, she's definitely dead. "Are you Red Oni?" The friendly dragon-man looked at Yan and chuckled helplessly. "This is my first time seeing one too. I never expected to meet a Red Oni here."
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