I Have A City In An Alternate World



He would destroy the Firerock and cut off the source of divine weapon creation on the martial arts continent!

This thought flashed through Tang Zhen's heart. He was no longer able to suppress it. Since war was unavoidable, he might as well indulge in it.

It wasn't the first time he had encountered a situation where he was surrounded by enemies. He had also encountered situations that were even more dangerous than this. Why was it that the stronger he was, the more indecisive he was?

He was the top master of the world of loucheng, the Lord of a battle zone, and he controlled tens of millions of cultivators in loucheng. Why would he be afraid of a group of monsters and martial artists?

Since he was a threat to him, he would beat him up or completely destroy him!

Tang Zhen laughed out loud. His voice contained an indescribable carefreeness.

His thoughts cleared up, and all his worries disappeared.

Although he had already made up his mind, it wasn't an easy task to destroy the Firerock.

Through his previous observations, Tang Zhen discovered that this fire-breathing rock was not simple. It was very likely that it had its own consciousness.

In other words, it was a living being and not a pure stone. Although such a life form was strange, it was not unique.

There were even some Ultra Beasts that specially sealed their eggs in a high temperature environment and used them as a breeding ground.

In some planes, monsters that lived in lava and flames could be seen almost everywhere.

Tang Zhen suspected that the Firerock in front of him was a similar lifeform. Perhaps the martial Dao experts in the city had already discovered this matter.

They didn't touch this thing, perhaps because its special flame could help in tempering ores, or because they were interested in the special life in the Firerock.

This kind of powerful creature, once tamed, could be used as a powerful war beast, and could provide great help to the owner.

Perhaps the patriarch of fiery Rock City was waiting for it to hatch so that he could take the opportunity to recognize it as his master and increase the strength of the city.

This might take a long time, but the other party also had a long life, and could completely wait for that moment to arrive.

Tang Zhen didn't want to give the other party this opportunity. If there really was a special life form in the Firerock, it would be better to let it break out of its shell earlier.

When that moment came, perhaps it would bring an unexpected surprise.

After sensing the surrounding environment, Tang Zhen noiselessly arrived at a nearby house. He hid from the guards and sneaked in.

This was a prison for prisoners, all of whom had been captured by Firerock city and locked up in weapon-forging city.

Since the establishment of this prison, it had held countless people.

Batch after batch of prisoners were sent in, but none of them ever made it out alive. After the original believers died, new prisoners would be sent in.

After entering the cell, a pungent smell assaulted their senses. Many emaciated prisoners were curled up in the cell.

The prisoners 'bodies were smeared with sea monster Oil to treat burns and burns, but it was not of much use.

Old injuries had yet to heal, and new injuries were added. If it were not for the fact that most of these prisoners had strong physiques, they would not even be able to move.

When they encountered severely injured people, the Warriors of weapon forging city would take care of them. At the very least, they would give them healing medicine and allow them to rest for a period of time.

The prisoners in the cell were basically resting and recuperating. After they recovered their ability to move, they would continue to work.

Prisoners who could work normally were locked up in the outermost cells, and they would be escorted to the workplace in batches.

With a shake of his body, Tang Zhen transformed into a prisoner and entered the prison.

Under the confusion of their spiritual power, the other prisoners did not realize that someone had already sneaked in.

Not long after, he heard footsteps.

A group of prisoners covered in sweat and dust staggered in and fell head first on the dry grass in the cell.

If not for the fact that they were still breathing weakly, anyone would have thought they were dead.

His sweat and blood had dyed the dried grass a dark red.

"The next batch will be coming out immediately!"

let's go! a martial artist shouted in the cell. Then, the prisoners stood up and walked out listlessly.

Looking at their appearance, they were like walking corpses.

Tang Zhen was mixed in with the prisoners. He followed them out of the cell and arrived at the place where the ores were piled.

ten ores per person. Transport them to the vicinity of the Firerock. Those who can't complete the task are not allowed to leave!

Another believer said in a gloomy voice, completely ignoring the miserable state of the prisoners.

The whip in his hand was stained with black flesh and blood. It was obvious that he had whipped countless prisoners.

The prisoners had to put the ores into special ceramic baskets, carry them to the Firerock, and pour them into a special smelting pit.

After the ores were melted, they would flow out of the flame-covered area through the grooves and then be made into metal ingots.

As for the ashes and residue, they did not exist at all. They all flew into the sky with the hot air.

Casually picking up a clay basket, Tang Zhen learned from the prisoners and loaded the well-matched ores into the basket.

After the baskets were filled, the prisoners didn't rush to enter the smelting area near the Firerock, but lined up outside the white line on the ground.

The martial artist in charge of the management did not reprimand him after seeing this. It was obvious that this was a very normal thing.

Tang Zhen noticed that all the believers were holding their breath as if they were accumulating strength in their bodies. At the same time, their eyes were staring intently at the Firerock in front of them.

All of a sudden, the huge rock that was constantly spewing flames suddenly stopped.

At this moment, all the prisoners mustered their strength and ran forward with all their might.

Even though the ground was scorching hot and the surrounding air was suffocating, they still ran forward with all their might, not daring to waste a single second.

By doing so, they could avoid contact with the hot ground as much as possible, and at the same time, they could dump the ores on their backs into the designated area in the shortest time possible.

This was a very short time. If they couldn't complete it in the designated time, then the flaming rocks would shoot out flames again and burn them to ashes.

"Tell me, who will be the unlucky one to die this time?"

As the prisoner rushed towards the Firerock, the Warriors guarding the city wall immediately gathered together and bet on which guy would die.

This was one of their daily entertainment activities, which could make their boring work less boring. As for how many prisoners died, it had nothing to do with them.

I bet on long ears. That guy's legs aren't good. He almost died last time.

that's impossible. Everyone will die, but that long-eared guy won't. He's lived for more than a year, longer than the prisoners!

I bet on that thin guy. Just by looking at the way he's carrying the basket, I know that it's impossible for him to transport all ten portions of ores. He'll probably be burned to death very soon!

A group of martial artists laughed and talked loudly. Some even cursed the believers who had placed their bets, asking them to die quickly so that they could win a large sum of money.