Chapter 839: The Prince of the Pig Tribe

The strong wind blew up sand and gravel, sweeping across the sky and earth, making the air turbid.

This is the far north of the world. It has been desolate for who knows how many years. There are no extraordinary rules and no life.

But there was a tribe of pigs who built a huge city here.

This city seems to be the last place where the pigs are stationed.

The earth and stone city wall was majestic and broad, showing traces of time. Zhao Yin came to the mountainside and looked up.

The huge city seems not to belong to this space, as if it came from the long river of time. Its scale is enough to accommodate millions of people.

The two city gates seemed to be made of extraordinary alloy and were engraved with runes.

It’s just a pity that in this place without rules, we can’t exert our defensive capabilities.

At least there has never been a large-scale war here, because there is no trace of the war that can be seen, only the vicissitudes of time.

Zhao Yin came to the top of the mountain, stood in front of the huge city gate, slowly raised his hand, and pushed hard.

A sizzle!

The city gate opened a crack.

Large amounts of dust fell from above, covering Zhao Yin's hair and shoulders.

The city gate seemed to have not been opened for the past hundred years.

He entered sideways through the crack in the door and rows of buildings came into view.

It is different from the forbidden magic world and what we have seen before.

The buildings here are still intact, and although the streets are covered with thick dust, there are no weeds.

It seems like yesterday, there were still countless pigs living in the city, and it seems like it is still bustling and prosperous.

Zhao Yin was walking on the street and saw from afar an ancient well on the side of the street.

There was a faint sound of gurgling water; it was an underground river that ran through the city.

Perhaps this is the reason why the pigs built their city here.

Perhaps, in this desolate world, there were countless farmlands, countless crops and livestock.

Perhaps, there were countless pig children and old people on the streets here... This is their last home.

No one told Zhao Yin why this city existed and why it was built in such a cold and bitter place!

And why has it become the most intact city preserved by the pigs in this world?

But that's what he thinks.

In Zhao Yin's hearing, there was always that breathing sound, very powerful, with a steady rhythm.

That was a living creature, and combined with what Xiaobai saw, Zhao Yin could be sure that it was a pig.

If there is one last pig left in this world, it must be this person!

Zhao Yin walked slowly and steadily. He paid attention to the buildings on both sides of the street. Many doors were wide open, and inside were a large number of daily necessities, mostly ordinary items.

No other figures or corpses of the pigmen were seen. It seemed that apart from that breath, this place was just like the outside world, and all the pigmen had disappeared.

Zhao Yin thought of the Tiannu tribe, and also thought of the human race that was abducted by the angels in the white world.

The alien races' methods of dealing with humans are not just killing, they may also enslave, or...

Or they can be treated as livestock and raised for meat.

Finally, the sound of breathing came closer and the scene in front of me became empty.

At the end of the street, there is a huge square.

In the middle of the square, there are three huge stone pillars, thirty meters high, each with a diameter of five meters. They are made of a kind of stone that looks like metal.

It seems as if it has gone through endless years and has never been eroded by time.

Zhao Yin opened the Eye of God, but did not look at the three stone pillars.

His attention was attracted by a figure sitting cross-legged surrounded by three stone pillars in a triangle.

That was the pig tribe he had ventured here to find.

He is also the master of the breathing sound.

The man had his back to Zhao Yin and his head lowered, so his appearance could not be seen clearly. However, his back figure was taller than the pigmen Zhao Yin knew, and he was about 1.5 meters tall.

There was a thick layer of dust on his body, as if he had not moved for decades.

Three metal chains as thick as wrists were wrapped around his neck, hands, and feet.

This scene made Zhao Yin feel somewhat familiar.

I remembered Duke and... the Zombie King who was killed by the little monkey!

[Corpse Demon: Demigod level, evolution degree 100/85, strength 18750, agility 18840, defense 19400, spirit 25480, awakening talent: huge strength! curse! wood element! eye of rules!

Note: He was originally a demigod of the pig clan, the son of the old pig god, and the guardian of the descendants of the pig clan in this world! After turning into a demon, he has not eaten for three hundred years, and the extraordinary attributes in his body are about to dissipate.]

Zhao Yin's pupils shrank, and without even thinking, he immediately pulled away.

He didn't expect that the pigs here had already turned into demons!

What he didn't expect was that the other party was a demigod. Even though he hadn't eaten for three hundred years, his attributes were still comparable to those of SSS level!

Everything was so unexpected, he shouldn't have come.

Just as Zhao Yin was communicating with the life space and preparing to leave immediately, a voice transmission from the soul fell into his ears.

"Did your father ask you to come?"

It was a male voice, with a metallic texture.

Zhao Yin paused, and the power of space transmission spread around him.

As soon as the other party showed the slightest hostility, he would flee immediately.

No one knows how many tricks a demigod still has even if he hasn't eaten for three hundred years!

The old pig god had done Zhao Yin a favor, so he paused.

The corpse demon asked about the old pig god, explaining his nature and what was left of him.

"It was Senior Pig God who asked Zhao Yin of the human race to come here." Zhao Yin spoke seriously.

"Is father... okay?"

The figure finally moved, and the dust on his shoulders fell off.

Wow!

Accompanied by the sound of metal chains colliding, the former prince of the pig tribe, now a corpse demon pig, slowly stood up.

He was not tall, but standing there, he was like an unclimbable mountain.

Even though his strength has declined now, Zhao Yin still feels like himself back then, facing the strongest man in blue armor.

It made Zhao Yin feel like he couldn't breathe!

The Pig Prince slowly turned around, revealing the unique face of the Pig tribe. The difference was that his skin was covered with twisted blue veins, and his eyes were white, like a dead fish!

At this moment, it seemed as if dusty memories were stirred up, and the Pig Prince revealed the Pig's unique kindness and gentleness, as well as a deep sadness.

"He was sealed in a world of rules, and I can't rescue him. Senior Pig God asked me to come here to provide some shelter for the descendants of the Pig Clan!" Zhao Yin said truthfully.

"It's Gewu, he sealed him!"

The prince of the pig tribe sighed: "Father, you are wrong after all!"

Ge Wu?

This was the first time Zhao Yin heard this name.

Thinking back to the memory scene transmitted by the Pig God, the black-clad human race...now the black-clad corpse demons!

Once a human hero, now the God of Corpse Demons, he is also the most powerful one among the first Corpse Demons that appeared millions of years ago!

"Senior, since you are protecting the pig clan, my coming here is unnecessary. Senior Pig God once promised me that you would teach me the skills to create extraordinary equipment and the method of raising blue beasts!"

Although the Pig Prince in front of him has not yet revealed his corpse demon nature, Zhao Yin always feels that he is extremely dangerous!

So, he went straight to the point and made a quick decision.

Regardless of whether he can get what he wants or not, Zhao Yin plans to leave this place as soon as possible.