Ark, I became a mobile city, but the moon city

"Hmm, there are a lot of people coming from the city lately."

Hill responded and spoke to Tracy with a half-smile.

"You'll just have to get used to it. It's part of the urban landscape. Instead of worrying about that, you should think about something else."

As Hill spoke, he turned his head and said with a slight smile on his face:

"What kind of changes can the index finger bring to Kazdel?"

"And... what kind of vitality can be unleashed upon the Sarkaz to help them overcome the turmoil of these peace talks?"

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In just half a day, guided by instructions, Suo had quickly selected several candidates for ascetics.

Everyone's face flushed with excitement when they received the order - it turned out that this was what they wanted.

Because the index finger is looking for the minds of those who want to join the index finger, so that the lock can issue instructions.

These people have even passed the second level of screening of the lock... Most of them have some fanatical qualities and are the most suitable candidates for ascetics.

Thus, that afternoon, the number of Shizhi's ascetics reached eight. By this time, Suo had also decisively withdrawn.

There were already enough people. Eight Index Finger Ascetics were enough to form two Ascetic teams for action.

If he continued to increase the number of people...it would likely lead to management difficulties and inability to cover all aspects. Therefore, Suo simply decided to quit while he was ahead.

Thus, just like that, Index Finger completed the accumulation of its original resources. When the matter on Index Finger's side came to a temporary end, Suo finally had time to look over to the other side, in the direction where Don Quixote was, and see what the situation was.

"I don't know how the fight between the two of them went. Did they come to a conclusion?"

So, just like that, the scene shifts to Don Quixote and Ducaret. Of course, the battle is still not over.

"Stop hiding in blood... I can see you."

Surrounded by a sea of blood, Don Quixote's luxurious red robe rustled. In his left hand, he held a huge red blood spear. With his head slightly lowered, he walked step by step in the sea of blood like a hunter, feeling a heavy sense of oppression.

The battle has been going on for half a day.

At the beginning, the two were almost in a state where neither of them could do anything to the other.

Don Quixote and Ducarei both used their blood to sustain their attacks. By this point, the blood in their bodies was probably no longer their original supply. With their full health at full strength, it was difficult to tell who was winning.

But... as the fight went on, Ducare discovered that something was not right.

As the blood demon of Terra, it was difficult for him to understand the "blood lust" of the urban blood demon.

The result of not understanding is that too many emotions in the blood were absorbed by Don Quixote... Although Don Quixote's need for blood was not strong because of his dream, his strength did increase significantly after obtaining the blood.

It's probably like, from the mid-heyday, the fighting went on and suddenly it returned to the level of its heyday.

So, at this time, the situation began to reverse.

Don Quixote began to press Ducarei all the way to attack, forcing Ducarei to hide several times. In this situation, he could only look for opportunities to counterattack and then deliberately attack.

——However, the opponent he faced was Don Quixote, who was accidentally fed with blood.

Ramancharan is even the most powerful finisher in the entire city.

Therefore, Ducarei couldn't find a good opportunity to fight. Instead, Don Quixote suddenly got excited and chased Ducarei with his blood-red spear.

For a moment, even Ducare himself couldn't help but feel extremely troubled by this.

What kind of monster is on the other side?

When did a blood demon more powerful than the Lord of the Royal Court appear in the land of Terra?

"You and your spells are useless. Stop wasting your time."

Don Quixote stood in the middle of the sea of blood and said in a voice that seemed to be nonchalant:

"Besides buying yourself a little time, there's no chance of you winning anymore."

"Just admit it. The dream of coexistence is nobler than the desire for conquest. This is the future of the Blood Demon..."

"What nonsense!"

Before Don Quixote could finish his words, Ducare suddenly emerged from the sea of blood, his face filled with obvious anger as he shouted:

"How can you prove this to me?"

"Because I will definitely be the winner."

Don Quixote said this with certainty.

"What's this about coexistence... You don't understand the Sarkaz or the Blood Demon at all..."

"It's you who doesn't understand the Blood Demon, right? Conquer? How can one conquer? Conquering the Blood Demon's emotions is ultimately a waste of resources..."

The two men spoke almost at the same time, and after they finished speaking, the battle was temporarily interrupted.

They realized a problem almost at the same time:

This Blood Demon the other party was talking about...wasn't he completely on the same wavelength as me before???

Chapter 101:98 Don Quixote and the Blood Demon Lord’s Dream, a Fated Relationship

In fact, the battle between the two had not ended until that time.

Although he realized some problems, Ducare still found it difficult to accept that the battle ended like this - his pride did not allow him to admit it.

So, the battle continued, but this time the situation was quite simple. After tearing through the sea of blood, Don Quixote found Ducarre and defeated him one-on-one in close combat.

This is the power of the strongest blood demon in the city.

So, after that topic, the battle continued for about two hours, finally ending with Don Quixote's victory. After everything was done, Don Quixote put his hands on his knees and sat down on the ground, his pupils fixed on Ducarei in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, the fight is over. Next, it's time to check some things, right?"

Ducare sat across from Don Quixote, his wounds healing at a rapid pace. Soon, he was back to normal, but in the end, he just sighed and didn't attack Don Quixote again.

That's no longer necessary.

He already knew the outcome of this battle if it continued to this end.

Both of them possessed ridiculously strong survivability. Even if they fought for a full week, it would probably be difficult to determine a life-or-death outcome.

Therefore, instead of doing such futile things, it is better to take a break at this moment.

"...Where are you from?"

"The city, Ramancharan Office."

Don Quixote briefly repeated the answer. Ducarei then pondered for a moment before slowly asking:

"So...how do you define a blood demon there?"

The more he fought, the more he felt something strange.

Although the Don Quixote in front of her was powerful... he always gave her the illusion that he was not quite like a blood demon.

Now it seems that this illusion may be because Don Quixote himself is not a blood demon like Terra.

"Hmm... a group of blood demons with an uncontrollable desire to suck blood and a thirst for blood. This desire can only be satisfied by humans. They need to gain enough emotions from them to relieve their thirst for blood..."

The more Don Quixote spoke, the calmer he became:

"However, once a person's blood is taken, it will be transformed into a blood bag. However, there is no way to reuse the blood bag. Therefore, the so-called conquest is ultimately impossible..."

Don Quixote shook his head. The rest, even if Don Quixote did not say it, Ducaret knew it in his heart.

Because conquest is nothing more than draining the pond to catch all the fish.

They need emotions, but once emotions are obtained through blood, a person can only use them once. If you choose to conquer, you can indeed obtain enough resources for a while... but after that, what should you do?

Such a blood demon is more like a nomadic people.

"... Is this the blood demon from your city?"

Dukare said casually, frowning.

"indeed so."

"In this land... the blood demon has not shown the bloodthirst you mentioned."

After seeming to hesitate for a while, Ducare finally spoke. When he said this, he saw Don Quixote looking at him with surprise.

"No bloodlust?"

He spoke almost subconsciously.

"Then you must be living a very happy life..."

So, Dukalei exhaled lightly and said so. However, Dukalei sneered and said with a little pride:

"No. Why do you think I wish to conquer?"

"Because on this land... the Sarkaz will never have a place of their own. As a member of the Sarkaz, Blood Demon is naturally caught in a chain of deep-rooted discrimination."

"If we don't conquer them, if we don't repay those guys for their hatred and discrimination...how can we possibly allow the Blood Demon to have the same status as ordinary people?"

After saying this, Don Quixote and Ducaret fell silent.

Ducare probably understood why Don Quixote was so passionate about coexistence. On the one hand, it might be because of his own desire, but on the other hand, it was also because it was the only way for the majority of his compatriots to survive.

If coexistence can be achieved, everything will be sustainable. Only in this way can those blood demons who have a thirst for blood and may even go mad because of it, live with the same status as humans...

While Ducare understood Don Quixote's idea, Don Quixote naturally understood Ducare's idea.

What he hadn't expected was that the blood demons of this land had no thirst for blood. For them, blood was more of a culture and a mode of combat.

What he hadn't expected was that under such circumstances, these blood demons could still be discriminated against...

After all, the main reason why the blood demons in the city are hidden from the public is the conflict with the widespread human beings.

"Can you understand me now?"

Ducare narrowed his eyes and said this to Don Quixote.

"No, to be honest, I still think the dream of coexistence is better than the idea of conquest."

Don Quixote shook his head and spoke calmly. Hearing Don Quixote's words, Ducare's cold expression seemed to become a little angry.

"Conquest simply turns discrimination into hatred."

"But they are afraid of us."

"But one day, what you did to them will come back to you."

When the finisher isn't involved, Don Quixote's language is always calm and direct.

His expression was calm, and he spoke almost bluntly, "This doesn't even change the Blood Demon's situation. The Blood Demons that exist on your land won't change even if the Sarkaz become the overlords of all of Terra in the future."

"It's still...discrimination."

"Then, can you offer a better solution? Relying on your equally vague and fantastic dream of coexistence?"

Ducaret almost looked at Don Quixote with his eyes slanted.

But Don Quixote suddenly smiled, returning to his usual cheerful and optimistic self:

"But I'm better than you, right? Isn't it obvious that my ideas are more convincing?"

"No matter how difficult it is, I have more strength than you to support me. What's more..."

“If it’s not difficult, how can it be called a dream?”

After hearing Don Quixote's words, Ducare was silent for a long time, and finally, he slowly closed his eyes for a while.

He got a headache listening to it.

But it sounds good.

For a moment, even Dukare felt a little curious: This blood demon in front of him is even more powerful than him...how far can he go?

"Okay," Dukare chuckled and said with a complicated tone, "Then let's take a look."

"Between your dream and my dream, which one can really work?"

"Then I'll bet everything on myself—after all, I'm the strongest."

Don Quixote stood up almost confidently and said with a solemn oath:

"I won't lose."

So, from this moment on.

The seeds of relationship quietly sprouted and finally spread, making Don Quixote destined to leave a significant mark in Ducaret's life.