Chapter 503 - 503: The Evil Empress âs Believer
Translator: Lonelytree
âWhy did the Minotaurs here become like this? Isnât this too different from what weâve heard before?â
Along the way, Little Patton skillfully asked questions.
This guy could always think of the same thing as Matthew. At first, Matthew would butt in a little, but later on, he simply let Little Patton talk alone. He focused on analyzing the information provided by Conley.
Conleyâs voice echoed in the sewer.â
Just by hearing the name, child, the Revived Ones are a group of frustrated people, a group of old things who are trying to revive the Demon Blood. âYou might not know what Bigfoot City was like decades ago.
âBut I still remember it.
âThe situation back then might have been terrible. Our civilization was very backward, but when faced with outsiders, everyone had the courage to raise their weapons and give them a head-on blow!
âAt that time, Bigfoot City was a chaotic city-state divided by the three demon races, Bigfoot, Minotaur, and Deer Head Demon.
âThere were fights every day in the city.
âEvery day, there were demons whose bellies were cut open, and their intestines were pulled out. Their corpses rotted beside the stinking ditches.
âOh.
âThat was really nostalgic.
âOne day later.
âThe airship from Storluk Industries was docked on the city wall of Bigfoot City.
âIn the beginning, the demons in the three cities had fought several battles with the mercenaries of Storluk.
âAlthough the battle was tragic, they still managed to stop their invasion.
âBut later, Storluk changed his infiltration strategy.
âThey began to try the upper-class route, bribing, controlling, and instigating the higher-ups of the three races to defect.
âThings began to change little by little.
âFinally, six years ago.
âMost of the demons in Bigfoot City had been tricked into drinking the Taming Potion provided by Storluk Industries.
âThat potion was said to be able to eliminate the violent elements in the demon bloodline.
âIt could free the Demon Race from endless disputes and battles.
âThis statement is not false.
âIâve witnessed the terrifying effects of that potion with my own eyes.
âDemons who took the potion would become rational and peaceful, and they would be particularly reasonable.
âBut was a reasonable demon still a demon?
âA friend of mine, he didnât believe in the effect of the potion. He wanted to challenge it. Before he took the potion, he was an executioner who would feel unhappy if he didnât stab someone for a day.
âIn the end, the second the potion entered his stomach, he seemed to have become a Paladin who had comprehended the Sageâs Oath!
âCan you believe it?
âHe actually began to cry and confess to me for his past sins of killing!
âHowever, this was not the most terrifying effect of the potion.
âWhat the Evil Demons lost was not only their ambition and desire to kill but also their bloodlust and backbone!
âThe demons who took the potion became timid and afraid.
âWe are clearly the most terrifying and violent race in the world. âHowever, they began to consider banning fighting in the city.
âThe reason was that it would affect civilization.
âTo hell with civilization!
âThe demon civilization was a civilization of fighting.
âIt was because I couldnât accept this chemical castration that I escaped into the sewers and established the Revival Camp with the others. âDuring this time, I was also forced to learn many ranger skills.
âThis world was just so f * cked up.
âForcing a two-meter-tall Minotaur to crawl in the cityâs sewers every day.
âFor this reason, I even learned the Bone Shrinking Technique from a believer of Babasha!
âI went off topic, cough cough.
âThe development of Bigfoot City could be guessed with an asshole.
âThe demons who had lost their wildness became slaves to the Storluk industry.
âThe city gradually became the world of Storluk.
âThe three great races had to be on tenterhooks every day.
âOn the contrary, we stinky rats living in the sewers have a better life.
âStorlukâs men tried to enter the sewers.
âHowever, we have the blessing of the âSewer Godâ and the complicated terrain here. After paying a few painful prices, they no longer interfere with the underground world. â
Conley was a typical cold-faced but warm-hearted guy.
On the surface, he looked down on this pair of âMcCorwin brothersâ who had just arrived and didnât know anything.
In fact, he had been helping them enthusiastically.
Not only did he take the risk to bring them to his camp.
He even rambled on about the background and general knowledge of Bigfoot City.
If this knowledge was converted to Margaretâs standard, it would cost at least 10,000 gold coins.
He thought about it.
Matthew felt that he had made a killing.
On the way.
He also recalled why the word Storluk was so familiar.
That was the homeland of the Orc Clegg.
Currently, it should be occupied by a space undead force from the Antu Empire.
It seemed that the Storluk Industries had something to do with them.
The three of them moved forward in the dark for thirty minutes.
After jumping over a stinky pond.
The terrain in front of them suddenly became clear.
An extremely wide underground space appeared in front of them.
There were also several guards on the high ground on both sides who were vigilantly checking on the newcomer.
âBlackie, itâs me, Conley.â
The minotaur rangerâs deep voice sounded.
The leader of the guards was a pitch -black demon with huge antlers.
He looked at the two of them with an unfriendly expression.
â Youâve brought a new face back to the camp again, Conley. You always break the rules, even if you set the rules yourself.â
Conley shrugged.
Iâm taking them to see the Prophet. Is the Prophet in the tower?â
The antler demon said unhappily,
â According to my informant, Storluk Industries is planning to launch a fourth siege on our camp. At this juncture, we must not be careless..â