Bizarre Realm-Chapter 334 - 13: Land of Dagon! The Gray Zone_3

This power is extremely domineering!

Now the time left for Shawn is still too little, and the demigods of the Bizarre Realm are very unremarkable beings. Bullying the small with the big is commonplace, and it’s a regular part of life for them to underhandedly deal with juniors of the same path.

In the description style of Eastern fairy tales from previous lives, demigods are quasi-immortal beings. They don’t care about whether it’s decent or indecent. All transcendents here have somewhat of a Demon Path attribute. As long as you have something useful to them, even if you’re just a small person who has just established a foundation, they will unashamedly plot against you.

This is why Aemon doesn’t trust Lady Hecate; those old bones are even more underhanded than him, all wanting to seize more Domain Laws.

Moreover, nearly a thousand years since the end of the Dark Era, not many destiny-legendaries have emerged among humans. Who knows how many potential heaven’s elites have been secretly harvested into nutrients for their own ascension?

They will not allow anyone to threaten their status. After all, in the end, there can only be one True God on the Path of Death.

Not everyone is like Lord Death, tolerant of others. The weaker someone is, the more afraid they are of being replaced.

On the contrary, those truly ruthless strong ones feel excited by successor challengers.

Demigods who wield the blade towards the weak, are only so-so. Shawn is currently merely suppressed by the realm, as long as he ascends to destiny-legend, he will have no fear, even daring to kill deities.

He used to have Aemon to rely on; now he can only depend on himself.

Lady Hecate is, after all, not Aemon. Aemon is mad, fearless, and no one dares to provoke him, but Lady Hecate falls a bit short.

This should be a place of mass graves.

Shawn gently raises his hand, and a grey Soul Crystal Stone falls into his palm. His expression is quite solemn as he mutters, "Has the Realm of Reality started dropping Soul Stones too?"

This is not a good thing.

Because it represents that a part of the laws of the Realm of Reality has already been assimilated by the Spirit Realm.

Shawn proceeds along the rugged path, and upon passing near a tomb, he hears the sounds of tearing and gnawing. Turning his head, he sees pairs of ominous dark-yellow eyes in the gray mist.

Ghouls.

Have all the Demon Hunters in the Dagon Region died?

Evidently, there are still signs of human activity nearby, yet no one is clearing out the monsters in the wilderness. This indicates that the Demon Hunter system in Dagon is basically paralyzed.

"Leaving the Dorne Region, it really gets worse and worse."

Shawn lightly waves his hand, and Arcane Missiles cleave through the air, blowing off the heads of nearby ghouls. He raises his palm and slightly rotates it, causing the soil ahead to automatically close, burying corpses already gnawed beyond recognition.

Dusk Town.

The name of this town awakens Shawn’s memories. It’s located near the mass graves, a small town with only tens of thousands of residents.

After paying a fee of five Seths, Shawn is allowed entry. If not for appearing hard to provoke, those thick-skinned town guards would likely extort more. Unlike the bustling Dorne City, this is just a very ordinary modern town. The tallest building is a five-story high church, the main road is muddy, the houses on both sides are low, mostly around two stories tall. There are few shops along the way and hardly any pedestrians, giving off an appearance of great decline and decay.

The current time is around nine o’clock in the morning. As Shawn enters, he sees doctors wearing raven masks at a street corner having bodies in body bags dragged onto a carriage.

After the heavy smog incident, many ordinary people got infected with diseases; this place seems affected as well, occasionally hearing the painful groans of patients.

"Have the Demon Hunters abandoned this place?"

Shawn’s brow furrows tight, silently pondering, "Or is the Demon Hunter heritage in the Dagon region already faltering?"

Not far away, beside a carriage transporting bodies, a bearded middle-aged man hands a money pouch to a nearby man, then leans to his ear and whispers, "Contact me when you have more bodies like this."

"Three denars for one corpse."

The oddly dressed man laughs greedily, saying, "Next time, there needs to be a price hike. Directly sell to those people from Dorne, they’re willing to pay five denars."

Corpse trading.

A trace of coldness appears in Shawn’s eyes. After the carriage transporting bodies leaves, he enters the houses across the street.

"Who’s there?" The person inside the room is highly alert, opens a drawer to take out a gun, and demands cautiously, "Who are you?"

——Dominating Humans.

Shawn’s will instantly enters his brain, controlling his mind.

Things are not complicated.

The black market in the Dorne Region has always secretly needed a large number of corpses. Selling a complete corpse can earn a reward of five denars. However, because there’s pressure above in Dorne City, some people turn their sights on the tumultuous Dagon Region. These corpses are likely supplied to Undead Wizards researching Necromancy. In the past, all of this was conducted secretly, but after the recent heavy smog incident, many died. Some corpses are directly handled in public transactions.

To get buried in the town’s cemetery area requires a substantial expense, which many ordinary people can’t afford. Burying outside the town faces the risk of being dug up and eaten by ghouls.

There’s no peace in death.

Thus, some unscrupulous corpse collectors emerge to meet the demand.

These corpses are likely secretly sent to the laboratories of Undead Wizards for making flesh golems, skeleton guards, and necromancy experiment materials. The Realm of Reality continuously provides a steady flow of corpse sources for the Path of Death.

Because of considerable profits, in the Dagon Region, there are even grave robbers specializing in digging others’ tombs.

In the Dorne Region, this is a severe crime.

But in Dagon, no one manages these matters, or rather those above know but don’t intervene, as they’re part of the interest chain. The Guardian Clan here has long since fallen.

Human trafficking, forced prostitution, organ trading, collecting bodies after use, thoroughly squeezing ordinary people for the last bit of value.

Dagon’s gray industry chain is quite extensive.

"As long as the heritage of Demon Hunters hasn’t completely rotted, I can still think of ways to rescue it."

"If the Demon Hunters are indeed rotten, then it’ll have to be a grand purge!"

Open the massacre.

A chilling intent of murder sparks in Shawn’s eyes.

Dagon’s turmoil and chaos provide soil and space for too much darkness to breed. Without the protection of Order, ordinary people are truly at the mercy of others.

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Meanwhile.

Somewhere in the Bizarre Realm, a Divine Artifact from the Otherworld has also arrived here.

It is called——Pale Justice.

The Paladin possessing it, due to differing World Laws, is suffering backlash from the frenzied Twisted Law.

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