Chapter 1250: disease

The Supreme Imperial City, the main city of the human race. As the weakest race among the twelve races, the name of the first-level capital city represents the ambition of the human race.
Compared with other first-level capital cities, the components of the Terran capital are more complicated. The same is more prone to problems.
Rosa, who was standing on the bell tower and looking down at the city, narrowed his eyes. With his eyesight, he could clearly see that black smoke appeared on the edge of the city.
It was not smoke, but a curse.
"The fourth time. Their patience is so good."
Luo Sofa let out a sigh, an extra golden bow appeared in his hand at some point, and then a trace of magic power was condensed and turned into an arrow, pulling the bow to guide the arrow.
With a hint of thunder, the arrow quickly flew to the area exuding unknown mist.
After that, there was no sound, and nothing else happened. Only the smoke and dust slowly dispersed.
Rosa did not relax. Instead, frowned.
The same thing happened before. It was also because it happened more frequently that he would stand here, ready to clear the curse that appeared in the city at any time.
The previous few times, although the crisis was easily resolved, it was not the same as this time, and the opponent was resolved with a single blow.
It went too smoothly, and he had a strange feeling. It seems that the arrow just did not hit the target at all.
But the other party's breath did disappear, and the curse was the same.
"Huh, it's really troublesome. A batch of dangerous things have been sent from the Dragon City. The recent days have not been very peaceful. The great Sun God Hardman, for the sake of my sincerity, let me Relax for a long time."
Speaking jokingly, Rosa sat down cross-legged. He picked up the hip flask at his waist and took two sips.
He is not a devout believer. He believed in his own power more than he believed in the superior gods. This is also the reason he moved forward.
If possible, he can even condense the godhead and become a god. Unfortunately, his own ideas limited him. Even if the city owner communicated with him, he still had this perfunctory attitude.
A very strange person. But also a very reliable person.
At least, in the eyes of the people, Rosa is much more reliable than most.
After drinking two sips, Rosha's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the hip flask in his hand, a little surprised.
"Why is it cold? I remember that when I leave in the morning, it will be warmed up."
He stretched out his hand, feeling the blowing wind, and frowned slightly.
"The sky is changing so fast."
In the corner of the Supreme Imperial City, there is an area like a slum. Outside the city wall, attached to the city. It's like a spot on a beautiful lady's face, which is disgusting.
The people living here are not poor people. It is a person without talent.
People whose strength is lower than Tier 4. People without special talents. All were excluded from the Supreme Imperial City. And they still belong to the Supreme Imperial City. It's just that the ones who have passed by are far worse than those who have been recognized in the inner city.
Even so, they are also noble members of the first-level main city outside, more noble than those of the second and third-level main cities. It also makes them proud.
Of course, this does not affect their humbleness. The inner city and the outer city are treated differently.
At this time, there had been some riots in the outer city.
A man fell to the ground, struggling in pain.
Surrounded by a circle of indifferent crowds.
"How many is this?"
"It's the twelfth one. I heard that there have been more than 30 in the next area. Tsk, it's probably a divine punishment. I remember he pretended to be a divine envoy and wanted to enter the inner city area."
"Huohuo, that really deserves it."
The people around laughed at him wantonly. No one offered a helping hand, and no one felt sad.
This is the reality of the outer city. Everyone is selfish.
After struggling for a while, the man stopped moving. The breath of life gradually faded away. The people around dispersed. Only a few people walked out, dragged the body of that person, ready to throw it out.
No one noticed that where the person died, the ground had an unrecognizable breath. That is the breath of curse.
In the inner city, a man in a shabby cloak walked slowly in this almost ruined area. On his bare fingers, a pale jewel released a faint light.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and fell to the ground.
The people around took a look at him and then dispersed.
No one cares, no one cares.
If it is the previous area, there may be a strange disease associated with it, so I will laugh at it here.
But in this calm area, no one cares.
"That's it. My temperament, that's it."
A person came to him and slowly squatted down.
"Next, is it you?"
"I will continue. For the Holy Land, for the Holy One."
"For the Holy Land, for the Holy One."
He raised his hand with difficulty, revealing the gray jewel ring.
The latecomer solemnly took the ring down and placed it in his hand.
In this way, under the eyes of all, the docking of gems was completed.
After leaving the gem, the body of the original holder quickly dissipated and turned into a withered bone. The surrounding crowd immediately rioted.
The successor, already carrying the ring, took advantage of the riot and left.
The breath of curse continued, spread and spread.
At a corner. His shadow climbed up from the ground. With a breath full of curses, he marched towards the inner city.
The bare skin of the successor's arm has begun to dry.
This terrifying gem carries more power than imagined.
Rosa was already a little restless.
He stood on the bell tower, watching the surroundings silently.
Twelve hours have passed since the first attack. Thirty more attacks occurred in twelve hours. Twenty of these occurred in the next six hours.
The frequency of attacks is accelerating.
Moreover, the location of the attack still has no clue. Only know that it is on the edge of the inner city. Thanks to this, the situation in the inner city has not been affected yet.
"It's really bad. This kind of breath. It really is a curse. There is that kind of unsolvable ice devil virus in the city. I always feel that something is wrong."
Rosa picked up the hip flask. After taking a sip, a bitter expression appeared on his face.
"What a terrible situation. It's cold again."
He flipped the flask. Some ice particles fell out of the flask.
This is obviously not a result of nature.
The Supreme Imperial City was already invaded by something invisible.
Rosha's sensitive ears allowed him to hear distant voices. I don't know why, an hour ago, riots began in the outer city. It hasn't stopped until now, and I don't know what happened.