Chapter 1236： Rundown city

Today's Witholens is less than one-third of its heyday. No one wants to rebuild here, and few people even mention this place.

The former magnificent temple, now only a pitiful ruin remains. Weeds grow in the middle of the stone cracks, and the mottled marks tell people of the fierce fighting here.

There are still bullet holes in the walls, and some stone pillars still have shrapnel scattered after the bomb exploded.

The demons are here to rebuild their homes, but they hardly get any help. Although the Ailan Hill Empire is willing to provide food and supplies, even the devil in this place is not willing to be too involved.

The demon leaders in power do not have much good feelings about the city themselves. They are either the demons crowded out by the source of magic, or the vested interests relying on the Ailan Hill Empire to promote the upper ranks, so they are unwilling to be prestigious in their hearts. Tehollans got involved.

Once the Devil City, once the largest city in the Demon Realm, now it has only a tragic end full of ruins.

On the contrary, it was Angshire that became the new largest city in the Demon World, the prosperity of the port Santoba, the prosperity of Manito, and the sheer scale of Stoffel.

No one dared to allocate funds to this sinful city, and no one dared to transport materials to this city. The demons instinctively resist this place, let alone humans and other races.

In short, the prosperity of the Ailan Hill Empire seems to be incompatible with this place. There are dilapidated scenes everywhere, and walking on the street is like walking in an ancient ruin.

To be frank, even the ancient city of the Elves on Moon Xiris has been renovated, far more pleasing than this once demon giant city.

Not to mention, it took less than three years for the Ailan Hill Empire to rebuild the capital of the Holy Demon Empire, Bellevue, which was completely in ruins, into the Ironforge, which is famous for its industry today.

Of course, there is no secret, and it is not a complete abandonment. Every once in a while, there will still be some food of unknown origin, and some other brands of mustard pickles and other foods flow into the city to solve the basic needs of the city.

As for development, it can only be described with ha ha-this city is dead, this is the consensus of everyone.

A shirtless demon walked listlessly through the street. He was one of the few craftsmen in this city. He and several demons helped other demons repair their houses, so as to get some food rewards to support their own family.

It is absolutely impossible to eat the same kind. The Ailan Hill Empire has clearly stipulated that it is forbidden to eat the same kind under any circumstances.

Once discovered, he was put to death immediately, and maybe even his family members were involved. In this case, even if it was a devil, he had to abide by such regulations.

Even if there is no fear of lack of food, the population of this city has remained the same in three years. Even, compared to three years ago, there is still a slight decline.

Because every once in a while, there will be personnel carriers from the Ailan Hill Empire passing by, forcibly confiscating some demons, escorting them away, and going to other planets to reclaim wasteland.

The demon's ability to reproduce is very strong, so many places are willing to introduce demons to enrich the local population.

Because of the population, there will be taxes and a real economic environment will be formed: those puppet robots, no matter how many are just labor, cannot revitalize the local economic environment and make a certain region prosper.

However, because of the restrictive laws of the empire, there is an absolute limit on the number of demons introduced by each planet, so it is impossible to fill a planet with a large number of demons in one go.

Unless it is those special, single-race demon protecting the planet, there will be more demons than other races.

On other planets, according to the laws of the Empire, two other races must be strictly enforced to be able to introduce a demon to settle the land and emigrate.

"Hey! Ludy... Sir... when will we be able to build our house?" A demon woman sitting on the side of the road, scrubbing her dirty clothes, shouted at the construction worker Ludy. Tao.

Ludy, who has been working for two days in a row, repaired a small two-story building without stopping, and replied, "Morning! There are two blocks to get here."

No way, this is already his fastest working speed. If you put it in the past, the era when the source of magic was ruled, it would take almost two or three times the time to build a house.

"Buzz..." A car's engine roared from the other side of the street, and everyone on both sides of the road stood up subconsciously.

This gasoline-engined car is no longer found in most cities of the Ailan Hill Empire, because most cars now use pure electric power.

Only in a city that is as backward as Witholens and has no development possibilities in a short period of time, will there be people using gasoline-engine cars.

In the end, an old jeep that had scraped off the golden eagle wings and military emblem on the door stopped. A senior demon stepped on the brake, returned the gear to neutral, pulled the handbrake, and jumped out of the car.

"Huh!" All the demons breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the car that wasn't arresting people, and then the happy expressions were hung on the faces of these demons.

Since it's not a car to catch people, it's a car to deliver food! This is the law they have mastered for more than a year.

Sure enough, the demon grabbed two sacks printed with munitions from the car and threw them under his feet: "Hand over the valuable things you dug up from the ruins, and you can take these food away!"

The demon who drove up yelled loudly, because he was still a high-level magical demon with a long sword hanging from his waist, so he was not worried that someone here would **** his food.

And the demons here have long since dared not grab anything. They are afraid of their barbarism and scare away those "merchants" who come to exchange food for things.

A handful of gems of various sizes was grabbed by Ludy from the pocket of his pants and spilled into the cloth pocket of the demon who was driving.

Then Ludi took the two pockets of instant noodles and a few bags of mustard pickles that the other party handed him.

Who could have imagined that nowadays, gems and other precious metals can only be eaten for such a small amount in the ruined Witholens?

"Give me more." Ludy touched his empty pocket and begged.

The demon who drove was not stingy, grabbed another bag of mustard mustard produced in a small place, and threw it to Ludi: "Next time! Find something good!"

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