dmims Chapter 63 The Rules of the Demonic Path
Chapter 63 The Rules of the Demonic Path
After a long time, with Vichy's help, Abach found another small team.
To repay Vishi's kindness, Abach took Vishi with him to Akabane Castle, the city where they traded.
"This is the city of the Winged People. The Winged People have a total of six tribes, oh no, five, there are five tribes now."
"This is the city ruled by the Akabane tribe."
"If you have anything you're looking for or want to buy, feel free to come to our Rock Sheep Chamber of Commerce. I'll definitely give you a fair price!"
Vichy nodded, and after seeing Abach off, he began to stroll through the city of the winged people.
It is quite different from Gem City.
The houses here are made up of many protruding, spiky towers, which is clearly in line with the specialized architecture of the winged people.
Beneath these towers, small gatherings of merchants from all walks of life were held.
These gatherings were nothing like the gold and silver tables of Gem City; many miscellaneous items were mixed together, from weapons to food, luxury goods and daily necessities, all mingled together.
It's quite troublesome to find something.
"teacher?"
"Let's go check out the specialty products."
"Specialty Products..."
Vishi felt a little nauseous, but he obediently followed the crowd of merchants to an open area.
What came into view was nothing short of a crime scene.
From arms and thighs to internal organs, to various parts of the body unique to those seeking medicine.
The tree shell of the tree man, the wolf fangs of the Sirius, the tail of the horned fox, and the leg bones of the eagle horse.
You can have whatever you want.
The local specialties are so plentiful that Vichy felt somewhat nauseous.
"That's normal. From my observation, due to the unique ecology of the North, the monsters have taken over their own niche."
"If you look closely, you can see that some of their mounts and magical artifacts contain organs from other people seeking medicine."
"By the way, ask around if there are any feathers here. I need them to make a feathered sword."
Listening to Shi Qing's analysis, Vichy suddenly found it even harder to look directly at the market.
She walked up to a winged man who was overseeing the transaction.
"Do you have any high-quality feathers here? I need to be at least Tier 3, Tier 4 is best."
Upon hearing this, the previously noisy market fell silent, and everyone looked at Vichy with a hint of admiration in their eyes.
The winged man's expression also turned hostile: "Where did you come from? Looking for trouble?"
"Do you think we're shepherds of the stars? That we'd sell the corpses of our own kind?"
"Oh, if you don't want to sell, then forget it."
Just as Vichy was about to turn and leave, another sound rang out.
She turned her head and saw that it was an extremely tall winged person who had called out to her.
"Wait, we can't ignore this provocation."
"You want our feathers? Sure, you can have them."
"If you can beat us."
As he spoke, the winged man suddenly brandished his spear, and his aura instantly assaulted everyone's senses.
Third order.
Vishi blinked, about to fight, but was immediately stopped by Shi Qing.
A wooden sword flew out of the void and instantly pierced the winged man.
The wooden sword was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, it severed the winged man's spear and armor.
Because Shi Qing moved too quickly, it took a few seconds for the winged guards to look down and discover that all their weapons had been disarmed.
He looked up at his wings again, and before he knew it, a long, thin feather had been picked off and landed in Vichy's hand.
It was only then that he finally realized one thing: the guy in front of him was very strong and definitely not as young and naive as he looked!
"I hope you can find more powerful feathered people. I have very high requirements for feathers."
"......"
"Wait here, I'll go get someone right now."
Upon hearing Vishi's words, the winged guard's face turned pale and then green, but he still went to find help without hesitation.
There was nothing he could do; he couldn't even see the other person's movements. If he stayed here, would he just wait to have his feathers stripped off?
At this moment, all the merchants automatically moved away from "Vichy," making way for the good show to come.
Meanwhile, Vichy was having a heated exchange with Shi Qing.
"Teacher, isn't this too conspicuous? We'll get beaten up!"
"You think this is Gem City? So civilized and law-abiding? This is the land of demons, where strength reigns supreme."
Shi Qing didn't seem to care much about Vichy's concerns.
The righteous path has its own principles, and the demonic path has its own rules.
Showing weakness to others is a death sentence here; he's seen this kind of thing far too often.
On the path of evil, those who try to make peace by giving away their wealth will only end up being visited by wave after wave of "outlaws".
Of course, some malicious individuals deliberately feign weakness to lure others in, frantically racking up kills in order to find a high-quality main soul for the Myriad Soul Banner.
How to distinguish between a fisherman and a skilled angler has always been a popular topic in the world of magic.
For a period of time, Shi Qing was very keen on the former and fishing for the latter.
Soon, a large group of winged people were summoned.
Most of them were ordinary third-tier winged beings, while the ten leading winged beings were elite fourth-tier beings.
"Sergeant, it's him! She tore my underwear off!"
"You're actually quite proud of that, huh?"
After punching one of his soldiers, the winged corporal stepped forward and brandished his weapon.
"You either fight me, or you fight my ten soldiers. If you win, we'll give you feathers!"
Vishi glanced at the corporal, his wooden sword immediately stopped beside him, and a scroll of talismans was released, transforming into eighty-one flying swords.
"No, let's go together, I'm in a hurry."
After he finished speaking, all eighty-one wooden swords flew out at once, transforming into a small sword array in the air.
This sword formation is a lower-spec version of Zhu Guangyu's sword formation; it's not as violent, but it's still incredibly fast.
The sword formation rang out in unison, and the winged guards immediately felt immense pressure!
They had never seen such strange magic before.
What kind of mage can simultaneously control so many flying swords to attack?
After only a few minutes of resistance, nearly half of the fifty-odd winged people had already collapsed.
The remaining two corporals immediately panicked. After a quick discussion, they decided to abandon protecting their subordinates and charge straight at Vichy.
Based on their years of combat experience, the Empire's mages are afraid of close combat, so they would huddle inside the mage towers and use those golems as their meat shields.
The girl in front of me has such delicate skin and fair flesh, she must be like that too!
However, they were wrong.
When the winged people abandoned their proudest speed to fight Vishi head-on, a powerful punch knocked them to the ground, their bodies convulsing.
"Six primary feathers of the fourth rank and forty-four secondary feathers of the third rank."
"Hey, do you guys have any more people? I don't have enough."
Upon hearing this, the winged soldier's face twitched, and he pulled his face up from the mud.
How many do you want?
"Three thousand six hundred, I guess."
Without saying a word, the winged sergeant immediately fainted.
Three thousand six hundred?
Let's just pluck all their feathers off.
"Hey, stop playing dead! Tell me, where are your other buddies?"
Just then, a voice rang out from the street corner.
A young man stepped forward, his face showing appreciation.
"If you're looking for a fight, I suggest you go to the dome. This small city won't give you the freedom to fight, my friend."
"And who are you?"
"Me? I am Hazan, the champion warrior of the White Feather!"
The young man introduced himself with considerable pride.
But Vichy just shook his head.
"Never heard of it."