Hathaway slowly calmed down after hearing the old man's words. After a moment, she suddenly thought of the black prison she saw outside the giant wall. She immediately explained the situation to the patriarch and the elders. She observed their faces at the same time.
The Clan Leader and the Elders looked at each other with astonishment in their eyes.
"Really?" The patriarch asked.
"Of course." Hathaway replied in a cold voice. There was a trace of doubt in her heart. It seemed that her father and the elders didn't know about it. It meant that her information channels weren't blocked by the family. But how to explain the huge black prison? What secrets were hidden by the Monster Research Institute?
"If this is true then it's a bit terrible!" An elder said in a dignified tone.
The other elders' eyelids twitched but they remained silent.
"Terrible?" Hathaway's eyebrows slightly twitched: "Does the Monster Research Institute want to use the black prison to deal with us?"
"It's not impossible …" An elder sighed.
The patriarch coughed and interrupted him. He looked at Hathaway: "You have just recovered from a serious injury. Take good care of your body. We will discuss this matter later. Everyone, let's go out first."
The elders didn't say much. They turned around and left with the patriarch.
Hathaway's eyes narrowed as she fell into deep thought.
Half a day later, in the western district of an undamaged Earl City, there was a huge building. The land on the surface was vast and boundless, and there were also mysteries hidden underground. There were many underground bases that were tens of meters deep, like bamboo shoots that were upside down, and there were many of them.
This was the headquarters of the Monster Research Institute.
"What! You said that the Dragon clan saw the black prison outside the giant wall? Moreover, it was more than ten meters in size? " A middle-aged man with a burly physique was wearing a white coat in an office of one of the underground bases. He had a ferocious face. He was about 2.5 meters tall. He had the temperament of a butcher. However, he was wearing a white coat which made him look a bit different and weird. At the moment, he was staring at a thin old man who came to report to him.
The thin and weak old man stood in front of him like a little chick. After hearing his roar, he shivered and said, "This news came from the inner circle of the Dragon Clan. It was revealed after the injured Her Highness Hathaway woke up."
"Impossible!" The burly middle-aged man roared, "The Black Purgatory in our branches is still in experimental cultivation. How can there be a Black Purgatory that is more than ten meters tall? This is a complete Black Purgatory, which is enough to trap an Inner Desolate Level Pioneer. How can it be cultivated at this stage?"
The skinny old man lowered his head, not daring to reply.
An oval face wearing black-rimmed glasses next to the office said: "Director, is it possible that a branch of the academy secretly cultivated it, but didn't report it and secretly sent it outside the giant wall?"
"Impossible!" The burly middle-aged man said without thinking: "The cultivation of the Black Purgatory requires hunting the corpses of eight specific monsters that are above level 50. Although these eight monsters are not that precious, they are rare in our area. It is very difficult to catch them. Even if all the resources are gathered together, it is still impossible to cultivate it. Not to mention, the process of cultivation requires repeated experiments and corrections. Based on the current experimental progress, there is no later correction data. Even if there are resources, it is impossible to cultivate it. Only if there are several times more resources, or even more than ten times more resources, can it be possible to cultivate it!"
"Then … could it be that Hathaway made a mistake? Or the Dragon clan deliberately released this news to frame our research institute?" The woman slightly frowned. She couldn't think of any other answer.
The burly middle-aged man's huge eyes moved slightly. No one knew what he was thinking, but he didn't answer her.
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"Barton, how long do you think it will take for our war to end?"
At night on Mount Utopia, the sky was full of stars. Joseph and Barton sat on the steps of the hillside, looking at the wall builders who were repairing the square overnight in St. Mark's Square. Joseph pulled the grass off the ground with his hands and held it in his mouth.
Barton rolled up the Pope's robe and put it on his legs. He sat on the ground with his underwear inside, unwilling to dirty his expensive robe. He shook his head and said: "When we win, or when … he can't hold on anymore, it will end."
"He may not be able to hold on every time," Joseph said slowly. Joseph said slowly. His little face was no longer as childish as it was before. There was a hint of maturity and calmness on it. "He's like us. He's also a human, a lowly commoner. It wasn't easy for him to reach this stage. No one helped him, and we couldn't help him either. This time, when the enemy attacked, we could only watch from the sidelines and pray …"
Barton was silent for a moment and lowered his head.
"We are his burden." Joseph's expression was wooden, as if he was stating a fact.
Barton tilted his head to look at him and said: "Do you plan to leave him?"
"No." Joseph shook his head. "On the contrary, I don't plan to continue being a burden."
"Oh?"
"Do you still remember what he once said? There are many kinds of power. Not all people with great wrist strength are powerful." Joseph raised his head and stared at the night sky. "Daring to fight, ruthless enough, is also power. I am going to train for a period of time."
"Where are you going?" Barton asked.
"The dirtiest place," Joseph replied.
Barton was startled. He looked at him for a while and did not say anything else.
Going to the dirtiest place? Did he want to dye himself into the dirtiest person?
He did not ask, but he knew that this was the only way to bring "power". Because their wrist strength was weak, they could only dirty themselves. If they were so dirty that others did not dare to touch their hands, then they would win.
This was a way for the weak to "become strong."
"You stay and continue to help him. There are not many people around him that he can trust, and the people he trusts the most are unable to help him. Wait for my return!" Joseph patted Barton's shoulder and said goodbye.
Barton raised his hand and gave him a fist bump.
"Don't forget your original intention," he said.
Joseph slightly grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth. "If I forget, would I still be considered a human?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The temple at the end of the square in front of them was brightly lit. The temple was empty except for Dean and Haisha. Dean rested his head on Aisha's legs. Her cold legs made the back of his head particularly cold. It was not comfortable, but he still liked this position because it made him feel very intimate and warm.
He had a few books about the history of the giant wall. He wanted to see the secrets of the Devil Family, but the history of the giant wall seemed to have erased the period of time when the Devil Family appeared. No matter how many times he flipped through the books, he still could not find any information. It was like a period of time had disappeared silently in the long river of history. After many investigations, he found that the period of time that disappeared was about 30 years after the giant wall was built. The records of that period of time were very vague.
One of the books mentioned the reason why the giant wall was built at that time, so there was no record. But he found that it was not the case from the mature historical records.
"The Devil Family seemed to have appeared out of thin air. They were appointed as the guardians of the giant wall by Queen Silvia. Queen Silvia disappeared shortly after the giant wall was built. Some records said that she went to the Holy Kingdom, and some records said that she returned to the God's Realm …" Dean slightly frowned. Although he knew that it was difficult to understand the War God Family with the current information, but he only wanted to know about the Devil Family and the source of the bloodline power of the Devil Family.
Now that he was a pioneer, if he wanted to continue to improve, in addition to a huge amount of God's Marrow, he would have to awaken the bloodline power.
But he didn't know whether this power was good or bad. He also didn't know how such power could be hidden in the human body. Moreover, ordinary people didn't have such power, only the Devil Family had it.
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