After crossing, I became the mother of all demons [MTL]

Ch 37

The Era of Chaos. The Fourth Calendar. The Court of White Sands.

If you haven't really seen this scene, I'm afraid no one can imagine that such a gorgeous and magical scene can appear in this world.

The golden brilliance of the scorching sun and the red light of the blood moon shine equally on any corner of this continent, just like a life-and-death struggle between demons and alien races to own the entire world.

There is an extremely strong contrast between the golden glow and the red light, and they are clearly distinct; but when the two colors of light overlap, they merge so naturally that there is no abruptness to be found, as if they were supposed to complement each other like this.

But even so, there is still a place on this piece of land where there is no light—whether it is the side of the day or the side of the abyss, it seems that this place is equally ignored.

...or in other words, it is not that there is no light willing to hang down.

But this piece of land seems to have some kind of strange magic. Whether it's the scorching sun or the blood moon, when those rays of light really fall here, they will seem to be swallowed up by some mysterious and strange force, and they won't be reflected at all.

Therefore, this place has naturally become a place of eternal darkness that is not illuminated by light.

And the reason why this piece of land is so special is because it is the cemetery of the entire continent. Today, when the struggle between the demons and the gods is becoming more and more intense, there are already countless bones buried in this cemetery.

Four calendars, hundreds of thousands of years. There was once a bard who plucked the strings in his hands and sang dirges alone for this. Yan said that on the black soil cemetery, every foot you stepped on was once a fresh life, and you grabbed a handful of soil from there, and you don't know how much bone meal and dried blood are mixed in it.

The reason why this happens is because the black soil cemetery is located in the very center of the entire continent, bordering on deserts, oceans, and plains at the same time.

The land here is extremely corrosive and toxic, and it is not suitable for living creatures. It didn't matter if it was placed before the Chaos Era; since the beginning of the Chaos Era, this place has unknowingly become a place for dumping and burying corpses that the demons and alien species tacitly knew.

Since then, after the original black soil, the description of "cemetery" has been added, and it has become the ominous place that people on the Arcadia continent are least willing to mention and keep secret.

Perhaps it is precisely because few people come here, let alone explore in depth, that some buildings have quietly appeared on this vast black soil since some time ago.

If you take a bird's-eye view from the sky, you will find that this is just a dozen or so flat houses, and it doesn't count as a large area, and it's even more insignificant compared to the area of ​​the entire black soil cemetery; but if someone really If you go deep into it, you will find that there is another universe here.

Because under those few houses, borrowing the convenience of black soil that is easy to dig, an underground space that almost occupies more than half of the black soil was actually built. Everything in these underground spaces is extremely simple, not designed for the comfort of people's lives, but more like...a large-scale research institute.

Jiang Qi is currently standing in the research institute. She suspected that she was dreaming, because Jiang Qi could still remember that she was welcomed back to the 100th floor of
Storm Prison by Cornett and Dravis carefully and respectfully . 

The milk-blonde boy was holding her hand and crying loudly, yelling that he was going to silence all those lifeless guys, so that they would know that the title of [Devil King] is not just lip service. As long as it sounds nice; while Dravis is kneeling in front of Jiang Qi with a solemn face, he has sorted out the previous collapsed emotions, and now it is no different from usual, just keep talking pleading guilty with Jiang Qi. Jiang Qi got a headache from their quarrel, so she simply drove them all out, saying that she needed to take a good rest for a while, and no one should bother her.

The bed is very comfortable, the pillows are fluffy, and the quilt is fluffy. Everything is the most suitable environment for sleeping. There were indeed too many things that happened today, so Jiang Qi really fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow—who knew that this dream could not be peaceful.

Other people in this dream seem to be unable to see her existence. Jiang Qi quickly figured this out.

There are many alien races passing by in a hurry around her. Although it is a bit strange to say this, Jiang Qi does feel a kind of aura similar to that of a researcher in them.

To be honest, Jiang Qi felt a little nostalgic for the temperament of this kind of wage earner in the laboratory.

The alien species wandering here unexpectedly all have an odd number of wings, not in pairs. Some have one, some have three, and some have five. All in all, it does not conform to the common sense of biological growth and development.

Jiang Qi inevitably thought of the three-winged alien species she encountered in the Storm Prison, combined with what she had seen and understood in the past, she had a faint understanding in her heart.

It seems that the heterogeneous groups that lived on this continent on a large scale a long time ago seem to be divided into two types.

One is more common, with a large number of double-numbered wings heterogeneous species; the other is an extremely rare heterogeneous species with singular wings.