The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 670 - 2: Unknown Journey (2)

To challenge Heaven and Hell is a road so long it has no end.

No matter what, for Richie, once this road is set upon, there is no turning back. No matter how long or how winding it is, he can only continue forward.

Even if it ans utter ruin and shattered bones.

The ridiculous part is, it has been rely four years since Richie was born into this world.

He is truly five years old, while his opponents might be over forty thousand years old.

From any angle, this is a suffocatingly despairing duel.

However, for Richie, despair is never a reason to retreat. Others can be cowardly, but as the son of Holy Knight Gray, he must have the courage to shake the world.

This is both his father’s expectation and his mother’s expectation.

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In the late December of the Silver Moon Third Year, after a long journey, Richie finally reached his destination—A city-state that he had never seen before, an entity in three dinsions.

Yes, three-dinsional.

Aside from the cluster of buildings on the plains, the main body of the city-state is actually on a three-kiloter-high cliff. More accurately, it also encompasses parts that delve several kiloters into the cliff. Viewed from afar, it resembles a gaping maw.

Enormous, hill-sized steep stalagmites either shoot up from the ground or hang from the ceiling. Resembling an insect hive, resembling tusks, countless eerie structures are layered within. It looks like a giant beast wanting to devour everything.

The streets resemble the markings left by a gigantic subterranean worm.

The cliffs appear as if they’ve been hollowed out completely, filled not just with buildings but with pits as well.

Apart from countless lights, there is lava flowing between the buildings serving as illumination. In the pitch-black underground world, this forms a strange scene, exuding an aura of eeriness everywhere.

Through the dim light, Richie can clearly see residents moving on the streets like ants. One must say, this ghastly place is simply a nightmare for those with a fear of crowds.

This is the southeastern corner of the isolated island "Abandoned Land", far from the main subterranean space.

"Abandoned Land", as the na in abyssal tongue suggests, is "Land of Abandonnt". One can hear from the na the abyss’s opinion of this land.

Barren, with almost no useful resources, almost no strategic value.

As the sewer of the entire Keltos Continent, this place is a junkyard for all kinds of abyssal failures, simultaneously gathering countless outcasts from various races. The difficulty of managing it is extrely high. It’s even rumored that so Heaven agents are lurking here, making it a place of unchecked chaos.

However, although it’s filled with the demons’ dark humor, clearly, the Demon Lord does not intend to commit efforts to truly control this place, rely planting a few spies here.

This is precisely where the loophole is, where Richie’s opportunity lies. As long as he remains low-key enough, cautious enough, he can silently evade the spies and sneak in here.

Of course, most importantly, this place is chaotic enough.

Stepping forward, Richie walked step by step down the rubble-filled road, with Goblin Brau closely following behind.

"My master, do you really want to go inside? I heard Shisun City not only unwelco goblins but also doesn’t welco zombies. Your servant does not doubt your abilities, but you don’t seem familiar with this place..."

"If you don’t know how to enter the city, then shut up. Or you can leave now, I’m not forcing you to follow ."

Richie coldly retorted. Brau shut his mouth and said no more.

Different from human city-states.

The outskirts of human city-states are usually dense with farmland. But here, there is only rubble, not even a blade of grass. Instead, mushrooms grow everywhere. Various heights, diverse shapes, the majority are earthy yellow, looking as lifeless as if molded from clay.

A group of unknown creatures with bare chests were shoveling stones out of a quarry, letting out rhythmic shouts from ti to ti.

They have humanlike hands and torsos, but their legs are like wolves, possessing tails and canine faces, with ears adorned with many earrings.

"What species are those?" Richie asked standing by the pit’s edge.

"Kobolds, there are many in the city. Like goblins, they are lowly, but demons consider them stronger and more obedient." When saying this, Brau seed a bit aggrieved.

"And what about that one?" Richie pointed to the center of the quarry, where a "human" in a gray hemp robe stood on high swinging a whip.

"That’s a Werewolf," Brau muttered, "Kobolds are generally led by Werewolves, they regard them as leaders. It’s said that if they were on the surface, they would transform into fearso giant wolves during full moons. But there’s no moon underground, so they need drugs to transform."

Richie turned to see a group of creatures carrying baskets larger than their bodies, chattering as they ran past. They only reach Richie’s knees, with rat-like faces and long tails.

"Those are Mouse-n." Brau said regretfully, "They can accurately dig for food, identifying which mushrooms are more delicious. Brau also likes eating the mushrooms they gather, but one must pay them, and Brau has no money. Of course, you could rob them, preferably when they’re alone. Hehehe."