The effects of energy and matter were relative. This had been proven by scientists a long time ago.
In the simplest way, if you put a feather in a flame, it would be burned to ashes. This was the best embodiment of the interaction between energy and matter.
In a high-energy environment, even the toughest material would suffer some unimaginable damage and change. Whether it was a rock or a city, it was the same.
"Phew …"
The distant and silent wind of the void blew over the city. The weathering of the broken land and buildings at the edge of the city intensified again. Sergeant Swan stood on the outermost surveillance tower. This place was originally a shopping mall, but now it had become dead silent. He did not need to use a telescope to see the surface of the abandoned city that was gradually collapsing in the scarlet light. It was as if the flow of time had been ruthlessly accelerated by ten times.
The buildings that had turned gray were the most dangerous places in Gotham at this time. With just a little bit of force, it would completely collapse in this void, and the unlucky people walking on it would fall into the endless void. They would never find their way home, and even their souls would be destroyed.
This was a city that was slowly dying, slowly disappearing.
"Hiss …"
The modified communicator on Sergeant Swan's waist rang. He put it to his ear, and Sergues's low voice came from the other side.
"There are energy reactions in areas A-13 and B-17 at the same time. Those who can still fight nearby, go and provide support. It's still the same old rules. After the war, use the demon cores seized to exchange for supplies. Friendly reminder, today's supplies not only have beef jerky and vodka, but also a large number of condoms. Brothers who need it, don't miss it."
The last joke was not funny, but the sergeant shrugged and began to move his body.
Now, small scale infiltration battles like this were going on every day. The demons from the Demonic Realm did not want to see a city floating in the sky of their world for too long. They were constantly coveting the fresh souls and flesh in the city. But to be honest, it was not the same as before. Hunting these demons that infiltrated the city had become the most popular activity in the city. It was also almost the only pastime other than having sex.
"Hum …"
A black flame-like energy fog burst out from the sergeant's body, instantly turning him into a big demon. His head with antlers looked left and right, and with a slight push of his legs, he jumped onto the broken building and quickly moved toward area B-17.
In a city that had begun to control all kinds of resources, even a little more supplies was good. Sergeant Swan was also a human, and a normal man with seven emotions and six desires. On the 27th day of the city falling into the Demonic Realm, there were already three beautiful women by his side. His burden was also very heavy.
The power of a big demon was very powerful, especially when it was bathed in the scarlet light of the Demonic Realm. As long as one could control the desire to destroy that surging in his body, he could completely control the demon's power. After Overlord Saber and the Lord of Hell joined forces to clean up the city, they taught the survivors of the city this rapid strengthening method. After 27 days of development, at least two-thirds of the people in the city had now accepted the strengthening method.
No one forced them, and no one threatened to kill them. Even if they did nothing, they could receive a supply from the city hall every day. They certainly would not starve to death. However, after the previous devastating disaster, except for those who were really scared out of their wits, the rest of the people, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, had a different kind of thirst for power after surviving the disaster.
Especially when they fell into the Demonic Realm, there was no hope of escaping in a short time. This kind of thirst was infinitely magnified.
Boom!
In the scarlet light, Swan descended from the sky. The dark energy in his hand condensed into a sharp shadow sword. He beheaded the little monsters that had just jumped out of the portal in front of him. The shadow blade cut the bodies of these monsters very easily. In just a moment, the monsters in this small portal were eliminated by him alone. Not far away, other warriors who had rushed over also began to fight. There were at least 30 open portals in this area, which was enough to carry out a hunt of hundreds of people.
Swan did not eat alone. Although the tyrannical power of a big demon gave him the ability to eat alone, he was unwilling to do so.
"Die, die, die! You all have to die! "
A big demon jumped out of the portal, waving a mace, a saw blade, and a long knife, like a marionette, roared and rushed out of the portal. He just wanted to kill everyone. As a result, he saw Swan standing in front of him, holding a sword in his left hand and gathering dark energy in his right hand. He felt that this opponent was difficult to deal with and saw the humans on the surrounding battlefield. He screamed and wanted to turn around and escape into the portal in an instant.
But … How can the prey that has been targeted escape so easily?
Boom!
The portal behind the big demon was smashed by an iron fist. More than a dozen strong men in orange prison uniforms fell from the sky, blocking the last escape space of the big demon, but they did not attack immediately. Their leader, a big bald man with a scar on his face, looked at Sheriff Swan on the opposite side with vigilance. Sheriff Swan also paid attention to these prisoners.
"Scum of the Black Gate …"
He whispered, "Your defense area is not here!"
"Do you have to look at the place when you come out to hunt?"
The leader of the prisoners said in a deep voice, "Long time no see. Should I call you Dark Blade Swan now, or Sheriff Swan?"
"Oh, it seems that you miss the days when I threw you into prison …"
Sheriff Swan said unceremoniously, "Don't think that you are still alive, I will forget the disaster you have brought to this city. Don't give me a reason to kill you!"
Behind the sheriff, the other demon hunters saw the appearance of the prisoners and stood behind Swan with their weapons. Obviously, these prisoners were not welcome in Gotham. Seeing the encirclement, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the leader of the prisoners, but it was quickly suppressed. He said loudly, "Let's go!"
"Hell! Overlord has given us the right to fair activities. We are also a part of the city. You can't do this! Or … Are you going to die with us!? "
He took a step back with his brother, and he whispered:
"Don't forget, Overlord and Batman don't allow private fights in the city … This big demon is yours … Let's go over there!"
He pointed to several portals on the edge of the area, which was equivalent to their compromise in disguise. Sheriff Swan's eyes flashed. He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his hand:
"Get out of here, atone for the city, and be careful of your heads!"
The prisoners faced more than 50 warriors who shared a common enemy and had to swallow their anger and leave. The big demon that was surrounded looked at more than 50 fierce humans. He raised his weapon with difficulty, but the next moment, he was overwhelmed by a frenzied attack.
"This demon is yours … You can divide the supplies in exchange among yourselves!"
Swan waved his hand, and the crowd opened a path for him. Obviously, the sheriff had a high position in the hearts of these warriors. When he picked up a dozen black stones on the ground and was about to leave, the warriors temporarily elected a leader to express their gratitude to Swan. It was an old man. It could be seen that before the disaster, he was a real respectable person. He had a fine coat and a low-key luxury watch, but these were meaningless now.
Instead, the Demon Staff in his hand was the symbol of Gotham's "respectable person" today.
When humans began to fight for the most primitive survival, strength became the only synonym for the strong.
"Hello, Sheriff Swan, do you still remember me?"
The old man smiled and stuffed a small bag into Swan's hand, and whispered: "Take it, this is the gratitude of the warriors of the Nirvana District. Don't refuse. If it weren't for you today, who knows what those bastards from the Black Gate would do."
"Mr. Fred, you don't have to be so polite."
Swan declined several times, but in the end, he could not dissuade the old man. He tied the bag containing the demon's core, which was the black stone, to his waist. He also smiled and looked at the old man in front of him. Before the disaster, this old man was a famous philanthropist in the Nirvana District of Nirvana District. He had done a lot of good deeds. It seemed that the kindness of these good deeds sheltered him through the disaster and gave him the capital to live in a terrible world.
"You don't have to be afraid of those scum."
Swan whispered to the old man: "They don't dare to fight in the city. The Devil Gang has been monitoring them. As long as they dare to make a move, they will be completely eliminated in less than five minutes … Overlord and Batman are not kind to these guys. They have always been on our side."
"Sigh, that's true."
Old man Phillide said in a somewhat worried tone. "However, the black market in the area that they control has a very wide reach. Many young people will go there to trade. If we offend them, the already difficult situation will become even more difficult. I don't know what the Overlord is thinking. Those bastards who had nearly destroyed the order of the city should be completely killed!"
"Sigh …"
Swan sighed, too. He looked at the devastated city and whispered:
"Brother Tan really can't afford to let people die … The demons don't care if you're a prisoner or a good person. At the very least, they've defended the western part of the city for us. But don't worry, Mr. Fred. I'll go over there today and tell the Overlord about the black market. I believe that the Overlord won't let them bully you so wantonly."
"Good, that's good."
The old man patted Swan's shoulder happily. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Sergeant Swan. By the way, my grandson will try to contract the spirit of the great demon tomorrow. If he really succeeds, the people in our district will have a much better life. You are welcome to come and watch the ceremony."
"Little Fred?"
Swan pondered for a moment, took out a small reagent from his arms, and stuffed it into Old Fred's hand. The latter glanced at it and saw the purple light lingering in the small bottle. He was shocked. He immediately clenched his fingers, looked around subconsciously, and stuffed it back into Swan's hand. He also lowered his voice, "Old Fred.
"This is too expensive, I can't take it! Take it back! Swan, you have helped us too much. "
"No, no, take it, Fred."
Swan patted the old man on the shoulder:
"When I first arrived in Gotham, you helped me a lot, so I'll treat it as a gift in return. Also, Extremis can only be injected once. I've already injected it, so it's useless to keep it. On the other hand, Little Fred, that child has been weak and sickly since he was a child. This thing can make him healthy, and the success rate will be much higher when contracting."
"But this 35% high concentration of Extremis can be exchanged for enough food and enjoyment for a person for at least half a year in the black market …"
Old Fred clenched his fist: "This is really too expensive, Swan, you really gave me a problem. How do you want me to repay you …"
"Hahaha!"
Sergeant Swan laughed heartily. He put his arm around Old Fred's shoulder and discussed with him like a buddy.
"If you really want to help me, then let Little Fred join the police. Right now, I'm lacking young people with talent and potential. We won't be trapped here forever. Once we return to reality, this law of the jungle will collapse. We have to be prepared in advance."
"Well, if that's the case, I will agree on his behalf."
Old Fred clenched the reagent bottle in his hand and said softly with a smile: "Although that silly boy planned to join The Devil Gang or the Bat Gang, now it seems that joining the police station and maintaining the order of the city is also a good choice."
So you see, the adaptability of human beings is actually far beyond your imagination. Even in today's Gotham, less than a month after falling into the Demon Realm, a new order has been established in this ruined city. But I am very curious. Now that Gotham has become a soldier and has returned to the barbaric order, once they return to the real world, what kind of impact will it have on the civilized order? What kind of action will they take against the culprits who threw them into hell?
This is really curious …
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