They didn't see anyone take action. The group of people still maintained a leisurely pace. There were a total of ten people. Each of them had a unique temperament like a black hole that attracted attention. As they passed by the corpse of the monster whose organs were scattered all over the ground, one of them bent down and reached out to grab a well-preserved heart that was still beating. He lowered his head and gnawed on it, making slurping sounds.
At this time, the other nine people came to the shadow of the giant wall and stopped. They looked up at the majestic and steep giant wall.
"We finally arrived." One of them lifted his hood and revealed a handsome face. However, the left side of his cheek was engraved with a twisted centipede tattoo. It made his faint smile look a bit ferocious.
"Squeak squeak squeak, there is no one stationed on the God's wall. The people in this giant wall are really comfortable …" Another person made a sharp sound like a mouse. His shoulders kept shaking as he spoke.
"Let's go up and see." Another petite woman said. After that, she suddenly jumped up the giant wall, and then ran up the steep and straight giant wall, as if the gravity on the ground had lost its effect on her.
In the blink of an eye, she came to the top of the giant wall. She stood on the edge of the giant wall. The ground was thousands of meters below her feet. It was like a cliff. People with acrophobia would feel dizzy at a glance. However, she was very calm. She let the strong wind blow from high altitude to make her robe flutter.
"Really impatient!" Another person shook his head and jumped. This jump was hundreds of meters high. He patted the giant wall with his palm. It seemed that he could use the force to jump again. He repeated this for ten times and quickly climbed up the giant wall.
The others also used their own skills. Some transformed their wings and flew directly to the giant wall. Some stuck their hands to the giant wall like suction cups and climbed up like geckos.
In the blink of an eye, all ten people stood on the top of the towering giant wall. They suddenly revealed a surprised look.
"It's all wasteland? How come the inside of the wall is more desolate than the outside? "
"There are no signs of human activities. If I didn't walk all the way here, I would have thought that we just climbed over the wall."
"Squeak squeak squeak, what a barren place. No wonder His Majesty said that there were no Sovereigns overseeing this place."
"Every godly wall has the same size. The humans in this godly wall seem to only live in the center. Their population is incomparable to ours. Boss, should we eliminate the Devil Hunter Families here?"
With that, the gazes of a few of them landed on a hunchbacked old man in the middle. This old man's face was snow-white as if he had no hair on his body. There was a small black snake tattoo on his cheek. He shook his head slightly and said, "Our mission this time is to obtain the sacred remains of the Goddess of War Sylvia. Don't do anything meaningless."
"But His Highness said that if necessary, we can weaken the power of this place so that we can use it to subdue it in the future," said the person who had asked earlier.
"Big Bro, there's no Sovereign overseeing this place. Who would dare to fight us? Why don't we sweep this place clean? Who knows, we might be able to obtain some treasures."
"Zhi zhi zhi, I agree!"
The old man glanced at them, sighed, and said, "Since your hands are itchy, go ahead. But first, let's get down to business."
With his permission, these people's eyes flashed with bloodlust. They were so excited that they wanted to jump off the godly walls and start the slaughter.
"Old Seven, you stay here." The old man said to a short youth on his left, "Don't let anything happen to you. Otherwise, we'll be trapped here forever, unable to go back."
"Big Bro, you're too careful. With the ten of us, even if there's a Sovereign overseeing this place, he'll still die under our blades. Besides, there's no Sovereign overseeing this place," said a tall and sturdy man heroically.
"Don't be careless." The old man frowned, "Even though there's no Sovereign, the Devil Hunter Families should have peak Inner Desolate level experts. They can compare to you guys."
Hearing this, the tall and sturdy man licked his lips. He didn't say anything else, but his eyes revealed his desire for battle.
"Old Seven, wait for us here. If anything happens, don't fight," said the old man to the short youth.
"Little Seven understands. Big Bro, be careful. I'll wait for you here." The short youth nodded.
Beside him, a graceful lady rubbed his cheeks and pulled him into her arms. She used her ample breasts to rub his head. When he was almost out of breath, she let him go and giggled, "Little Seven, be good. This is your reward."
"Third Sister, you should take a shower. There's a smell …" The short youth coughed.
The graceful woman rolled her eyes in annoyance. "How many times have I told you to stop so that I can take a shower? You just have to listen to me. I think you won't be able to find a girlfriend in this lifetime."
The short youth smiled bitterly and mumbled.
"Let's go." The old man didn't want to chat anymore. He said coldly and jumped off the wall.
The graceful lady waved at the short youth. She turned around and fell off the wall. Her movement was elegant, as if she didn't care that she was a thousand meters above the ground.
The others followed her. Some waved goodbye to the short youth. One by one, they jumped off the wall and followed the old man, heading towards the wasteland.
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Inner wall. Dragon clan.
"Father, what did the Monster Research Institute say?" Hathaway had recovered most of her strength. She was able to walk and exercise. She looked at her tired father in front of her. She was concerned about his reply.
"They said that there is no such thing as a black prison. Either we are wrong or there is another reason. They will send people to investigate." The patriarch looked at her: "You don't need to worry about this matter. Take a good rest. Your grandmother knew that you were injured so she gave you two bottles of dragon blood. I hope you can take this opportunity to stimulate the power of your bloodline."
Hathaway didn't pay attention to the patriarch's words. Her eyes flashed for a moment: "Father, I have an idea. Can we secretly capture the black prison outside the giant wall and use it for us? Since the Monster Research Institute said that there is no such thing, they won't dare to say anything if we bring it over. "
The Patriarch shook his head without thinking, "Of course not. If what you saw is the real Black Hell, then it means that the Demonic Creature Research Institute is intentionally hiding something. If that Black Hell doesn't even know about the Demonic Creature Research Institute, then its origin is even stranger. If we bring it back, the Demonic Creature Research Institute will definitely want it back.
"Father, we don't need to bring it back to the giant wall. We can send it to the fortress in the wasteland. Ever since sister left, there is a shortage of manpower. With the black prison there, even if we encounter a monster with a level of more than 100, we can deal with it. The Monster Research Institute won't know about the situation in the fortress. Even if they know, we have our own excuses."
The patriarch's heart moved as he looked at her. He knew what his daughter was thinking. But what she said was right. The Monster Research Institute wouldn't be able to control it if it was sent to the fortress.
"I will think about it. In any case, let's find the black prison first. I have sent people to look for it several times but they couldn't find it."
Hathaway knew that he was tempted by the patriarch's words. She secretly sneered: "Father, you should send more masters in tracking. I will go and find it myself."
The patriarch looked at her for a moment and nodded: "Alright."
Hathaway immediately got up and said: "There is no time to lose. I will go now."
"Your injury hasn't healed …"
"It doesn't matter. I'm fine."
With that, Hathaway turned around and left the hall.
The patriarch looked at her back and sighed softly.
"Patriarch, the coordinates that His Highness gave you should be wrong." A middle-aged butler whispered.
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