Chapter 192: The Food-Scarce Killing City
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Half a year had passed, and the war between the two great empires continued.
The battle between the soul beasts and the Spirit Hall also continued.
Di Tian and Bi Ji were still confronting Qian Daoliu in Spirit City. After an initial period of extremely fierce attacks, the frequency of the soul beasts' attacks decreased significantly, but they became more cunning.
They no longer just charged foolishly but began to use various tactics.
Some soul beasts could emit mind-shattering roars, and they would occasionally roar collectively at night, disturbing the peace of the soul masters.
There were skunk-like soul beasts that unscrupulously released their stench upwind, allowing the pungent smell to drift into the city.
Some soul beasts could fly and would drop all sorts of messy things from the air.
Initially, they dropped hard objects such as stones and bones that could cause some damage, but later, after realizing that these things were not very effective against soul masters, these flying soul beasts began to drop feces.
Although the damage was not high, it caused greater chaos.
Among the soul beasts, an ordinary baboon with a white circle around its right eye was particularly conspicuous.
Although it was just an ordinary beast, it seemed to have a high status, and its travels were guarded by specially assigned ten-thousand-year soul beasts.
This was a strategist appointed by Bi Ji, and many strange strategies came from its hand.
Although many of the strategies seemed somewhat childish, with more of a prankish element, they successfully fulfilled Di Tian's requirement to 'tire out the enemy' without causing too much loss to the soul beasts themselves.
This kind of approach, which did not cause too much harm to either side, was more in line with Bi Ji's wishes.
After the initial fierce attack, and realizing that they could not capture Spirit City, Di Tian and Bi Ji changed their goal to holding back the Spirit Hall, preventing them from freeing up their hands to interfere in the war between the human empires.
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The prolonged war had brought serious consequences, not only the losses on the main battlefield but also the various negative reactions caused by it.
Production activities were hampered, grain output decreased, and food began to be scarce.
Also affected was the Slaughter City, hidden in the dark underground, known as the paradise of the fallen.
The Nether Moon, emitting a cold glow, hung low in the sky, constantly enticing the desire for killing and bloodlust in people's hearts.
Outside the outer city of Slaughter City, in front of the black building where food was distributed, a person with sunken eyes, listless spirit, and emaciated body looked at the thumb-sized rice ball in his hand and knelt down, begging, "Please, give me a little more."
The woman in black gauze, responsible for distributing food, said coldly, "Get out of here, there's only this much, don't block the people behind."
"But in the past six months, the food you've given has been constantly decreasing."
"Not to mention you, there's not enough food even in the inner city. Being able to spare this much is already the mercy of the great Slaughter King. You should accept it with gratitude."
The emaciated man looked at the envoy in front of him, who was plump and fair-skinned, and his Adam's apple bobbed. He suddenly pounced on her like a Lunatic.
The woman in black gauze was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. Her clothes were torn, and she screamed:
"What are you doing? I represent the great Slaughter King. If you dare attack me, you will be executed."
The man ignored her and opened his mouth to bite her chest. The people queuing behind him joined in the atrocity almost without hesitation.
For the fallen in Slaughter City, their own kind was also a kind of food.
Under the threat of hunger, they had gone mad. The Slaughter King and the extreme punishment were all thrown aside. As long as they could eat their fill now, they didn't care what happened afterward.
A tall man, completely wrapped in a scarlet cloak, stood in the eternal night, quietly overlooking the city below.
His face was pale, his eyes were blood-red, and two sharp fangs were faintly visible in his mouth.
The Slaughter King looked at his envoy being devoured by the bestial crowd, and at the chaos of Slaughter City. Instead of being angry, his expression carried a hint of enjoyment and intoxication.
"Ah... the aura of depravity, the aura of slaughter, the aura of death... This chaos, this killing, this is the true Slaughter City!
"It's a pity that if we want to maintain the existence of this city, basic order is essential, but we just happened to encounter war up above, and there's not enough food. It wouldn't hurt to indulge once in a while. Heh hahahaha..."
The cold, terrifying, and somewhat crazy laughter echoed in the darkness, lingering for a long time.
"Gehrman Sparrow" glanced at the sky above as if he sensed something, his expression stern.
"Gehrman, dinner's ready." Hu Liena's voice came from downstairs.
Seeing that there was no movement upstairs, Hu Liena sighed helplessly, picked up the steamed buns she had prepared, walked upstairs, and placed them on the table.
"It's normal food, I managed to get it with great difficulty." Hu Liena said softly.
"Gehrman" pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing and coldly spat out a word: "Sick."
"Indeed sick. When there was plenty of food before, everyone disdained it and insisted on drinking Bloody Mary. Now that there's not enough food, they're all proud to eat normal food, and even kill for it." Hu Liena nodded in agreement.
Hu Liena looked at "Gehrman" with a smile in her eyes and said gently:
"Eat quickly, don't waste it. This time, I got a big bag of grain, which should be enough for us to eat for a few days... Don't worry, I'll go out tomorrow and get more back, and try to stock up for a month."
"I'm saying there's something wrong with your eyes. You can go to the basement when you have time, it will save you a lot of time." "Gehrman" pushed open the French window and stood on the balcony, looking down at the street.
Hu Liena's fists hardened, and she walked down to the second floor without saying a word.
Two groups of people were fighting to the death, fighting for... a bag of potatoes.
A young man with blue hair and a handsome face walked out of a corner. A dark hammer suddenly appeared in his hand.
He rushed into the crowd, and the hammer danced, as if carrying an unstoppable force. Anyone who was touched even slightly would suffer broken bones at best, and death at worst.
After doing all this, the blue-haired youth bent down and picked up the bag of potatoes. As if he noticed someone was watching him, he met the eyes of "Gehrman" on the distant balcony, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He carried the potatoes and left without looking back.
"Heh... interesting." "Gehrman" stretched out his right hand and pinched the upper and lower edges of his right eyeglass lens separately, with an interested look on his face.
Seeming to realize that this was not in line with his character, he quickly restrained his expression and returned to his cold and stern demeanor.
Hu Liena came to the basement and looked at the full warehouse of food, feeling like an idiot for running around everywhere these past few days to get normal food.
She recalled what Amon had said - it can save you a lot of time.
So, what he meant was that there was still plenty of food and she didn't need to work too hard for it... Gehrman is indeed a gentle person, but his mouth is sometimes a bit poisonous, which makes people angry. Hu Liena thought secretly in her heart.
She took a deep breath, returned to the second floor, and asked curiously, "Did you foresee this situation a long time ago?"
"Better safe than sorry."
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