So things are beyond one’s imagination.
In this foreign City, there will definitely be many unimaginable things happening.
Maxwell looked at the seven people in the house and wondered if they were also dead.
Also, these six won, without any clothes on, encountered a stranger but weren’t scared or embarrassed. If they were normal human beings, most likely they would’ve already started screaming like crazy.
This situation was very abnormal.
Moreover, what’s this prophecy thing about?
They were usually all bullshit, and Maxwell had never believed in them before.
It was usually those idle people suffering so type of injustice that made up a story to comfort themselves and their own clan.
But, as ti passes by, the prophecy would be passed down from one generation to the next. So people would slowly forget about it, yet so people will rember it like a sacred text. For the pious-looking old sorceress woman with layers of wrinkly skin that were about to die off, she is the kind who has firmly rembered those made-up stories.
Maxwell only used a few moves to kill those patrolling guards, making the old granny extrely excited. This had really reaffird her belief that the prophecy would be fulfilled.
She believed in it. Those six won were also convinced.
Because the prophecy clearly described that only those sent by the heavens were capable of killing the undying guards of Eden Dead City.
At this mont, these won saw hope and started kneeling with tears in their eyes. They kowtowed loudly while saying: "Immortal, please save us, please save us..."
It was as if these won found a life-saving straw in the midst of the vast ocean, and they were going to grasp onto it desperately!
Maxwell looked at them. Each of them looked extrely pitiful, and anyone seeing them would feel so sympathy.
But, Maxwell honestly said: "I’m really not the person in your so-called prophecy; I’m just a regular human being. The weakness of those undying guards is actually their heads. As long as you shatter their head, they will definitely die. And it was rely a coincidence that I stumbled upon it."
Their so-called prophecy was just a bunch of dog fart. Maxwell didn’t want to deceive them.
Upon hearing Maxwell’s words, the old granny then justified her stance by saying, "Immortal, you are definitely the person ntioned in the prophecy. You possess a powerful ability and can lead our clan away from Eden’s Dead City’s control. We beg of you, please help us!"
"We beg of you, please help us!"
The six won all shouted in unison.
"We beg of you, please help us!"
Suddenly, outside the house was a crowd of people, all kneeling as well. Most of them were won, and the vast majority of them were naked without a piece of clothing on them.
They all had extrely sincere expressions on their face. And the won were all covered in wounds and scars. All injuries from being beaten.
Maxwell was shocked by this.
It was as if his thoughts couldn’t process what he was seeing.
Seeing everything before him, his heart felt like it had sunk to the abyss. He once again asked himself: "What kind of world is this?"
This place was simply too inhumane.
Maxwell unconsciously clenched his fists while his eyebrows ford a frown.
The old granny led everyone to ask in unison again: "Immortal, we beg of you. Please save us!"
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to Maxwell Gillette for triggering the quest."
"Rescue Mission!"
Quest: Rescue Mission
Quest Rank: Silver
Quest Goal: Kill Eden’s City’s Lord, Krane Ferris.
Quest Rewards: 12,000 XP, 10,000 mana and a random supportive martial technique.
"I’ve triggered another quest, and it’s even a Silver-rank!" Maxwell was alard by this and wasn’t happy because it gave him another block of pressure.
These people had put him on a pedestal as the person in their prophecy. If by chance he couldn’t kill that Ferris guy, these people will definitely beco disappointed and might even lose themselves in despair.
This was sothing he didn’t want to see.
The rewards for the quest were quite attractive, though, especially that random supportive martial technique. If it were like last ti’s Silver-rank quest, the random Creator Technique he received was already at its best.
"Crackle!"
"Accept Quest: Yes/No"
Maxwell was in a difficult situation.
If this quest only pertained to himself, he would easily be able to choose an option without hesitation. But this quest was related to the fate of the entire race...
If he happened to fail the quest, these people would lose their hope in life.
If even a prophecy fails, then what else is there left to save them?
These won may be enslaved by the Lord of the Dead City for the rest of their lives until their entire race dies out!
Moreover, what cultivation level had Ferris reached?
Did Maxwell even have the ability to kill him?
This was a very serious question that Maxwell had to consider.
It wasn’t that he was afraid, but it was sothing he had to consider carefully.
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A long black whip descended from the sky and heavily whipped down two consecutive tis. At the sa ti, two mournful screams could be heard. The backs of two won kneeling outside the house were ripped up, exposing the muscles below the skin. The wound was so deep that even the bones were partially exposed.
"You bunch of cheap things, why aren’t you working?"
A loud shout was heard. A huge, burly guy about two ters tall was holding onto a whip with a vicious look on his face.
The whip in his hands flickered like a living snake before landing heavily again.
"Whip!"
The whip directly coiled around a woman’s neck before he fiercely pulled on it.
The woman flew up from the tug and landed at the feet of the huge, burly guy. He then coldly glanced at the woman’s slightly large stomach before heavily stepping down on it. The woman’s body caved in, and so blood flowed out from her lower private part. Her eyes were about to pop out, and she was in so much pain that she couldn’t even make a sound. The huge, burly guy started laughing before saying, "You damn cheap slut, who told you to be so lazy?"
Maxwell grieved in his mind as it tightened.
At the sa ti, he had a thought: "Accept!"
The quest flickered before landing on his quest list.
And then, Maxwell burst forth like an enraged lion because this huge, burly guy’s actions had touched his bottom line.
That’s why he didn’t hesitate anymore and accepted the quest.
There’s a saying: If it’s yours, then it will beco yours no matter what. If it’s not yours, then it will never be yours!
I refuse to believe it!
In a re instant, Maxwell’s rage rose to the heavens as his fists were pulled back. Red fiery magma was wrapped around his hands, releasing a thick, hot aura.
The fire was robust, powerful, and seed to contain the angry flas of hell.
With great power infused in them, Maxwell’s pair of fists bombarded out like a cannon.
The punch landed heavily on the huge, burly guy’s chest. His chest was penetrated before he flew off directly from the impact.
Of course, the huge, burly guy hadn’t died yet and wasn’t injured by it.
The huge, burly guy got up in anger and shouted: "Wow..."
Arrogant and unrestrained, as if everything was below him. This was the aura the huge, burly guy was currently releasing.
However, without waiting for him to finish his words, Maxwell’s figure flew through the air like a phantom. His knees were raised before a heavy stomping downwards.
Ripples of power were seen exuding from Maxwell’s legs.
"Bam!"
The impact on the huge, burly guy’s chest directly tore his upper body away from his lower body!
The huge, burly guy’s expression was still filled with unrestrained arrogance as he smiled in disdain: "You damn dog thing, you aren’t capable of killing , hahaha..."
A light sneer ford on Maxwell’s lips as a grim reaper-like smile appeared. He then coldly said: "Really?"
Imdiately after, his fists were like torrential rain as they pumled down.
Each punch contained his full strength, and the huge, burly guy had already died by Maxwell’s first punch. But Maxwell didn’t stop and angrily shouted like a lunatic: "Have you died yet?"
Another punch, and another punch, and another...
The huge, burly guy’s head had beco at paste, and now a deep hole started forming on the ground beneath the guy’s head.
Maxwell was truly enraged!
The people behind him were all in shock.
It’s unknown when, soone in the crowd scread out: "Not good, the undying soldiers of Dead City have arrived!"
Maxwell’s bloodshot eyes looked up, revealing his incredibly icy gaze. His entire body was currently exuding an endless stream of killing intent.
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