Wen Wen indeed needed the Sand Sea Priest to come over, but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't be saved if the Sand Sea Priest didn't come. After all, he hadn't revealed his trump card yet.
Although this game was something he was forced into, it still ignited Wen Wen's long-lost enthusiasm because it was sufficiently challenging. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
According to the information obtained from Gerald, Yalan City is a cursed city.
Fear permeates the crowd; those monsters are like shepherds in a sheepfold, and humans are the sheep within, ready to be picked out by the shepherds to be slaughtered or sold at any moment.
The Guard Hall is the most powerful among the sheep, but no matter how strong, they are still sheep, unable to confront those monsters.
It is said that at first, this city was completely normal, but later suffered a great famine.
A foreigner with slightly small eyes brought several carts of grain here, bringing new hope to the city.
But just a few carts of grain couldn't meet the entire city's needs. The citizens who didn't receive any grain didn't stop at the foreigner's explanations and, in anger, beat the foreigner to death and devoured him.
From that point on, the city was cursed.
The citizens who ate the foreigner's flesh and blood all turned into terrifying monsters, lurking in the city, ready to feast on the living at any moment.
Those monsters seem to understand the principle of sustainable development, so they haven't exterminated Yalan City nor let its order collapse.
But for decades, no one has managed to leave this city alive. Occasional outside Demon Hunters have also been swallowed by this terrifying city, without leaving even a ripple.
The main tones of the city are oppression, terror, and despair.
So, to disrupt this nauseating nightmare, what's needed is not to annihilate all the monsters but to enliven this city, to relieve people of their fears, and bring hope back to the citizens.
This is a normal line of thinking...
What Wen Wen had in mind was a different approach.
That is, to let the monsters experience human emotions.
He wanted those killing-for-fun monsters to also feel oppressed, filled with fear, and unable to find a glimmer of hope.
Now that would make the game exciting!
Among the data, there were many monsters, some that Wen Wen was familiar with, and some he had never seen. Some monsters, just their appearance, was enough to make someone lose their appetite for three days.
However, the Guard Hall only had a rough grasp of the monsters' movements, with hardly any specific information.
Recently, the Guard Hall has been secretly hunting monsters but dares only to target weak, isolated ones. If they alert the monsters, the Guard Hall might be massacred.
This is also why Gerald, despite having the strength to deal with monsters, has always been seeking Demon Hunters.
After looking through for a while, Wen Wen found a target he could strike against.
Aide liked cigarettes, liked good wine, and also liked women.
Normal men all like women, but Aide liked them a bit differently.
What he liked were the blood vessels in the necks of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls.
Unlike those brutes who enjoy digging out and eating people's innards, Aide considered himself a civilized man; he liked drinking the blood when it was medium rare.
Using a special Blood Poison to rapidly heat the blood within the girl, just before it coagulated, he would then suck it from her body, savoring the tender and smooth texture...
As for what happened to the girl overcome by toxins, that wasn't his concern. When the blood entirely coagulated while they were still alive, turning them into a living flesh statue, the screams throughout the process were music to his ears.
This time, he had set his sights on a gracefully posed woman, dressed in a pink gauze dress and scarf, revealing a white back, her figure alluringly beautiful in the misty fog.
Although slightly more robust than a typical woman, her enticing scent was enough to turn Aide's head.
Women daring to walk at night were rare, so Aide wouldn't let her go.
He spread his large cloak, gliding through the misty night sky, his pale face and sharp teeth making him look like the death-seeking Evil Ghost from storybooks.
When the girl turned and entered a small alley, he silently landed behind her, tapping her shoulder playfully itching to.
"Lovely lady, might you share a fresh blood meal with me?"
This 'lovely' lady turned around, picking her nose, looking at Aide with the other nostril.
"Who are you looking for?"
Aide was so startled he stepped back two paces; it was actually a small-eyed man!
"Foolish human, you..." Aide's words were cut off because Wen Wen had already pulled out a salted fish from nowhere and stuffed it into Aide's mouth.
Then Wen Wen unleashed a series of Wen Family's Invisible Kicks on Aide's lower body.
Each kick forced Aide to step back until he had retreated over ten meters before he stopped.
"Enough, do you think such petty tricks will affect me?"
Aide's strength was only slightly stronger than the Lycanthrope before, but with Wen Wen's current recovery level, he couldn't break Aide's defense with bare hands.
But that wasn't Wen Wen's intention; he only needed to go this far.
"Before your useless roars, can you look at the ground beneath?" Wen Wen pointed to Aide's feet.
Aide looked down and saw a circular Rune Array beneath his feet, with a huge Cross at its center.
The Rune Array emitted a strong white glow, causing Aide's skin to ulcerate rapidly, his power within draining quickly, and he fainted shortly after.
This was a Rune Array that Wen Wen created, imitating the power of the Glory Church, which had a natural lethality to creatures like vampires.
Then Wen Wen took out a wet cord soaked in Holy Water and tied Aide up, with small iron pieces hanging from it. Every piece had runes that suppressed a vampire's power.
Don't ask how the Holy Water came about; so-called Holy Water wasn't all that miraculous, actually just water blessed by the Creation Church.
As long as items imbued with the Holy Power of the Creation Church are placed in water, followed by chanting specific prayers, ordinary water can turn into Holy Water.
Creating fake Holy Water is easier than using a toilet while standing on a toilet seat.
Then Wen Wen dragged Aide into a deserted room, lit some charcoal beside him, placed a special Branding Iron on the charcoal to heat, and then began writing and drawing on a wooden board.
All these were preparations for tomorrow's performance; from tomorrow, the city's fate would change.
He would announce his arrival with an exquisite and interesting performance.