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"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

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Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

===853. Name is Pollution===

"Don't worry, as long as I'm still here, it means nothing will happen to you."

Seeing that Lu Jian was lost in thought, Feng Yu spoke.

Lu Jian had heard such words before, and he didn't know why at the time, but now it sounds like there may be some intersection between Lu Jian's future and Feng Yu's past, so at least in Feng Yu's cognition, Lu Jian Tripping is now safe.

"That's good, when shall we go?"

Lu Bian asked.

"anytime."

Feng Yu replied.

Lu Jian didn't make Feng Yu wait too long, tidied up, and then opened the panel of The Quiet Place again.

【Whether to enter the silent place】

【whether】

Glancing at Feng Yu beside him, Lu Jian chose [Yes].

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the house. In the gust of wind, the yellow sand covered the sky, obscuring the view, blowing the whole house away, the walls collapsed, and the masonry circled in the tornado. This mania was unprecedented, and Lu Jian felt something special.

At this moment, a hand grabbed him.

Lu Juan looked aside, Feng Yu was holding Lu Juan's hand, opening a slightly secluded path in the dark purple lightning caused by the tornado.

At the same time, in Lu Jian's vision, the cold and indifferent words of the silent place emerged.

[The speed of time flow in foreign lands is inconsistent with that of the main world]

[This time ratio: 1:1]

【Going to the wasteland】

The storm quickly obscured his vision, but Feng Yu's hand firmly grasped Lu Juan, and when he felt the storm calmed down and the surroundings became quiet, Lu Juan found that he was standing in a sandy field.

The sky was blue without a single cloud, and ahead, under the sun, a magnificent city rose from the ground, obscuring the horizon.

Most of the city was built of dark masonry, with no tall buildings, only a pyramid-like thing standing in the center.

Around the city, there was an endless stream of caravans riding strange creatures. The closer to the city, the denser the people. It was like the last fire of human civilization in the desert, shining brightly in the hot sun.

However, compared to when he first came to the wasteland, Lu Jian felt that the world was indeed much more prosperous.

"This is Utopia, the largest city-state in the wasteland."

Feng Yu pointed to the city.

She didn't know when she had changed into a desert-style dress and covered her hair with a cloth.

Lu Jian was still dressed in short sleeves.

The two moved towards the city, Feng Yu said as they walked.

"The city-states in the wasteland are countries, and each city-state has its own saints. In other words, the inheritance of saints is the foundation of their city-states."

"What the hell is a saint?"

Lu Jian asked, the gravel was quite soft when stepped on, and the shoes used for walking in the city quickly sank into the sand under his feet.

"Saints are also called famous people in this foreign land. Some people say that because most people in the wasteland have no names, famous people become superhumans. But in fact, the opposite is true. The name of a saint itself is a kind of power."

Feng Yu watched as Lu Jian took off his shoes, poured a lot of sand out of them, and put them on again, she continued.

"Since pollution is a kind of knowledge, why can't names become pollution?"

"You mean, these names have power in themselves? But those are all names in the mythical history of the earth, nothing special."

Lu Jian tried to think of Achilles' name in his heart, but nothing unusual happened.

If it is said that the name taboo of the old ruler will cause pollution, then Lu Jian thinks it is normal, but it is not the case now.

"In our mouth, some names are not taboo, are they?"

Feng Yu glanced at Lu Jian.

"You think these names are not polluted because you have already adapted to them, but for the wasteland, these names and the meaning behind them are quite powerful pollution."

Speaking of this, Feng Yu stopped in his tracks. At this moment, they happened to be walking on a sand dune, and further down, there was a bustling desert market outside an oasis.

There are many such oases, scattered around the city, and in the city, there is a small lake and a large area of ​​greenery.

"It's like, do you think there has ever been a person with a similar name in this world?"

Feng Yu said.

Lu Jian was taken aback.

Indeed, he himself knew Utopia and Achilles, and thought it was a normal name, and their deeds were common sense.

But the wasteland is a foreign land.

In the history of the wasteland, the names of these saints may not exist at all.

The origin of these names, then, is highly debatable.

Perhaps it was the knowledge spread by a God-chosen person when the wasteland was just rebuilt, or it might be the ravings that some great beings randomly introduced into people's ears on the whim.

In short, these names that did not come from the wasteland came here and gained power. Their legends formed the foundation of the saints and became the cornerstone of the establishment of the wasteland city-state.