Chapter 742
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The battle ended quickly. Dean felt that he could kill them but he didn't expect it to be so easy. He felt that he had underestimated his combat ability. Perhaps it would be a bit difficult for him to fight against Hiro who was at the peak of the outer wilderness. But compared to ordinary pioneers he was a lot stronger.
He withdrew his demonic body and took out a small bottle from his bosom. He came in front of the giant ape youth and poured a few drops of water from the small bottle onto the bloody hole in his chest. Then he came in front of the snake woman and dripped a few drops onto the wound on her neck.
Although he didn't know if it was too late but if he was successful he would be able to create two more pioneers' corpses.
He had to push the chaos in the inner wall to the extreme in order to give himself space to grow.
After doing this, he turned around and rushed into the underground base. Although the battle here was short, the people in the base had been alarmed. At this moment, they were rushing out of the various laboratories in a panic, and the alarm was ringing incessantly on every floor.
He sped along the way, killing all the researchers who tried to stop him. A few minutes later he was in a laboratory on the eighth floor of the underground base. He looked at the white-bearded old man and the young female assistant in front of him. He was able to recognize the identity of the doctor from the Monster Research Institute. He said to the old man: "Hand over the God's marrow and the God's worm."
The young female assistant shivered in fear. Her face turned pale as she shrank behind the white-bearded old man.
In the corridor outside the laboratory there were corpses of people in white coats lying on the ground. Blood dyed the corridor red. It was like a purgatory on earth.
The white-bearded old man stared at Dean: "You won't get it even if you kill me!"
"I know. Poland told me that if I want to take the worm then I need your password. Otherwise the things inside will be destroyed." Dean's hands were stained with blood: "Old man don't be stubborn with me. You will pay a price you don't want to see."
"Kill me if you have the ability!" The white-bearded old man stared at Dean without any fear.
Dean looked at him for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his hand. A sharp blade protruded from his arm and pierced through the chest of the young female assistant behind the old man. The sharp blade protruded from her back and lifted her up.
"What do you think?" Dean calmly said: "I will give you three seconds. She can survive if I stop in time."
The white-bearded old man looked at him angrily, clenching his fists in anger. His body trembling, he gritted his teeth and said, "You, you!"
Dean waved his arm and the young female assistant was thrown out like a sandbag. She hit the door and died.
"I won't let you go even if I die!" The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and pointed his finger at the tip of Dean's nose, "You will die a horrible death!!"
Dean slowly said: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I have some understanding of you. You are not afraid of death but what about your relatives? If you think they are not afraid of death then you can continue to be stubborn. I can go to the next city. I will go to the next research institute. "
The white-bearded old man's eyes widened, revealing a trace of fear.
"Your stubbornness will only make the next research institute die in vain. You should learn from Xia Manson and Poland. Surrender and tell me everything." Dean continued to threaten and tempt the old man.
Ten minutes later Dean came out of the research institute with two big bags. One was the God's marrows and the other was the semi-finished product 'Dark Prison'. The other one was the God's Marrows. On the eighth floor of the underground base, the white-bearded old man was lying in front of the oval-shaped metal instrument. His chest was pierced.
Dean didn't plan to take the old man out of the institute. Xia Manson and Poland were enough to help him. Moreover he had to go to the Earl's City to see the situation. The informants that he had planted in the inner wall had been cut off. It was extremely difficult for his informants to pass the information. He had to come in person to check the situation.
The night was deep. From time to time the screams of the undeads and the sound of metal colliding could be heard from the streets of the city. There were no lights or noise in the city. It was exceptionally silent.
Dean left the city and went straight to the west. He arrived at the giant wall not far away. He buried the two bags under the giant wall and then went back again. He didn't go back to the previous city but went straight to the east. Two hours later, he came to the front of a majestic city.
The city's fortress was lit with lights and soldiers were stationed there. The smell of blood in the air was light. It was almost impossible to smell it. Compared to other cities this place was calm. It seemed that the undeads had never attacked this place.
However Dean saw some corpses on the road outside the city. There were arrows nailed to their heads. They had been dead for a long time.
Dean looked up for a moment. He moved to the side of the fortress and quietly climbed over the wall.
It was a piece of cake for a pioneer to sneak into the city.
As soon as he entered the city, Dean was surprised by the situation inside. It was very lively. The streets were full of lights and pedestrians were wandering around. There was not the slightest smell of war. It was like the city he saw before the outbreak of the corpses.
He knocked out a lone civilian in the shadows, took off his clothes, and changed into them. Then, he blended into the crowd and looked around as he walked. After walking along the city wall for a few streets, Dean saw the changes. Several high walls were built on the side of the city wall. It seemed to be used for isolation.
"Starve to death, happy to death." Dean's eyes flashed slightly. He came to a nearby tavern.
The best place to get information was naturally the tavern.
"Give me a drink." Dean sat at the bar and called.
"Little brother, what kind of wine do you want?" A woman dressed in gorgeous clothes smiled charmingly.
"The most expensive wine," Dean said.
"Little brother is really forthright." The smile on the gorgeous woman's face was more charming. "I'll give it to you."
Soon a glass of dark red wine was handed to him in a glass. The wine was different. Even the glass was not a wooden cup.
Dean took it but did not drink it. Instead, he said to himself, "If I don't spend money, when the undead plague comes, I won't be able to spend it."
When the gorgeous lady heard his mumbling, she pursed her lips into a smile and said, "Little brother, you're right. Do you want another cup?"
Dean was speechless. He wanted to lead her to talk about the undead plague. He did not expect that she would take advantage of the situation. Instead, she used his words to encourage him to spend money. It seemed that he could not be too vague with these people. He immediately said, "Are you not afraid of the undead plague coming here? I heard that a lot of people died in other cities outside."
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