Chapter 201 Slaughter King

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In the dim world, the illusory moon hanging in the darkness emitted an eerie light, and the blue and purple intertwined candlelight extinguished one by one.

Humanoid creatures walked in the city formed of granite and obsidian.

This city, once filled with the aura of killing and depravity, now only had endless madness, endless hunger, and endless death.

The immortal herb that Amon threw into the Blood River under Hell Road through Tang San's hands worked.

The effect of "Snow-Colored Swan Kiss" was to stimulate, stimulate potential, but it would also bring negative effects.

It stimulated the toxins in the Blood River… The Blood River was the source of Slaughter City's "Bloody Mary."

Therefore, those who drank "Bloody Mary" were also induced to the chronic poison hidden in their bodies.

These fallen people became more powerful, and at the same time, became more obsessed with "Bloody Mary."

They frantically killed the same kind they could find, and then sucked their blood to relieve their mental pain.

But like drinking poison to quench thirst, the more they drank, the deeper they were poisoned, the more painful and crazy they became.

It seemed that only drinking blood was left in their hearts.

A girl in a black veil gasped, her eyes red, and her expression blurred, "Great King of Slaughter, I'm so thirsty, so thirsty…"

The Slaughter King, tall, pale, wearing a blood-colored robe and a stand-up collar cloak, grabbed the girl and bit her neck fiercely.

Sharp fangs pierced the skin, and he sucked blood in big gulps: "I am also very thirsty, offer your life."

As the blood flowed away and her body gradually became cold, there was no pain on the girl's face, but a sense of satisfaction and joy.

After drinking the blood, the Slaughter King calmed down, flew into the sky, looked at the Slaughter City, which was more chaotic than before, and frowned.

The Slaughter City now had lost its former depraved aura, leaving only hysterical madness.

"What's going on? What happened?" After inspecting all parts of Slaughter City, the Slaughter King finally locked his eyes on the Blood River under Hell Road.

A grand ceremony began, the Slaughter King floated in mid-air, raised his hands, opened his five fingers, slightly bent, into a claw shape.

A red ripple spread from him, gradually spreading throughout the city.

One after another, figures fell, and they were almost effortlessly taken away by the ripples.

Fresh blood evaporated into blood mist, and under the control of the Slaughter King, it soared into the sky, forming huge tornadoes, and finally gathered in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The blood flowed along the pattern on the ground, forming a blood-colored bat pattern.

He sacrificed the people of the entire city in exchange for the full opening of Hell Road.

The Slaughter King's figure appeared on the narrow platform where Tang San and Hu Liena had been.

A path to the outside world appeared in front.

The Slaughter King didn't even look at the path, and jumped down into the Blood River below.

An invisible force spread out, and the fierce aura rising from the Blood River was swallowed by this force.

He was the Slaughter King, and this baleful aura, which originated from the same source as killing intent but was even more ominous, was just food in front of him.

After a while, the Slaughter King's figure appeared at the end of the blood-colored river, near the exit of Hell Road, holding a white herb that had mostly disappeared in his hand.

Even after being placed in that turbid Blood River for so long, the "Snow-Colored Swan Kiss" was still pure white and as holy as before.

"Damn bastard! You dare to poison the Blood River, I will make you pay for your sins with your lives!"

The Slaughter King roared and turned into a red light and soared into the sky.

Like a volcanic eruption, the peak of a mountain suddenly exploded, and red blood light overflowed.

The Slaughter King quietly floated in mid-air, and then threw away the remaining half of the "Blood-Colored Swan Kiss."

He narrowed his eyes, unaccustomed to the dazzling sunlight of the upper world.

The Slaughter King was a hybrid of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King parasitizing Tang Chen, and his consciousness was somewhat biased towards the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, but it was also mixed with Tang Chen's evil thoughts.

But he did not have the memory that Tang Chen possessed, so when he came to the upper world, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

In the past, when looking for someone in Slaughter City, he could basically fly around once, but now, this boundless world that could not be seen at a glance made him quite confused, not knowing where to go.

In the forest, a young man wearing a black classic robe, a pointed soft hat, and a crystal-textured monocle on his right eye, outlined a smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the blood-red figure flying down from the mountain peak, and whispered to himself:

"Heh… I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The Slaughter King suddenly felt a chill, he stopped and said in an arrogant tone:

"Who? What kind of villain dares to peep at the great Slaughter King?"

He looked around uneasily, only feeling that there were gazes watching him everywhere, in the air, on the grass, in the forest, everywhere.

Amon slowly walked out from behind a tree, smiling and said: "Hello."

At this time, it was the time when the afternoon sun was at its strongest, the sun radiated infinite light and heat, and tall trees cast large shadows.

The Slaughter King stared at Amon, feeling that the strange man in front of him was somewhat familiar, stared at him for a long time, and finally understood the source of this familiarity.

That face, isn't it Gherman Sparrow who betrayed his trust and died in the Hell Slaughter Arena?

"It's you? You're not dead?"

Amon raised his right hand and pinched his monocle:

"Of course I'm not dead, and it's not that easy for me to die."

"Although I don't know what method you used to escape from the City of Hell to the ground, but now, the great Slaughter King will show his mercy and give you another chance to serve him."

"Go find 'Asura King' and 'Hell Messenger'! I can promise you to become the captain of the Slaughter City Law Enforcement Team!"

The Slaughter King looked down at Amon condescendingly, and said with an arrogant expression.

Amon "tsk"ed and said softly: "What a fool who can't see the situation clearly, do you think this is still Slaughter City?"

As he spoke, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from him.

With the increase in the number of avatars and his own strength, the speed at which he used the "Theft" to accumulate "Soul Power Expression" became faster and faster.

Sometimes, even without accumulating in advance, he could rely on the temporary eruption of all avatars to gather enough power.

Moreover, the aura erupted by Amon was more solid than three years ago, and the pressure it gave people was even heavier.

The Slaughter King looked at Amon solemnly, with a look of surprise on his face: "Titled Douluo?"

Immediately, he showed a sneer: "Even if it's not in Slaughter City, even if it's a Titled Douluo, so what? Since you dare to treat the great Slaughter King with such an attitude, I will grant you death."

Red blood mist emanated from the Slaughter King's body, with an extremely corrosive aura, causing the grass and trees it touched to wither and die.

These auras quickly turned into a strong blood light, spreading out to form a strange field, covering Amon.

Amon suddenly felt as if he had come to Slaughter City again, all his soul skills subsided and could not be used.

"Did you see it? This is my power, the same as Slaughter City, the power of a domain!" The Slaughter King said proudly.

"This is my Slaughter Domain, in which you will not be able to use any soul skills, you can only be slaughtered by me… For your ignorance and arrogance, go to hell and repent… Hehehe."

He made a cold laugh, rushed towards Amon like lightning, and his right hand, with blood-red long armor, like sharp claws, grabbed towards Amon's neck.

Faced with such an attack, Amon snapped his fingers calmly, and a gray transparent spherical light curtain suddenly rose, enveloping him.

The Slaughter King's nails collided with the light curtain, rippling layers of ripples on the transparent sphere.

Amon said with a slightly mocking tone: "Slaughter King, is that all there is to it? Isn't it? Is there really a Titled Douluo who can't even break my casual soul skill?"

"This is… soul bone skill?" His eyes looking at Amon became a little dignified.

"Well, just a negligible hundred-thousand-year soul bone." Amon smiled.

Although it has been promoted to a million-year soul bone, Amon doesn't have the habit of showing off everywhere.

Negligible… hundred-thousand-year soul bone?

The Slaughter King was silent for a moment, although he had been staying in Slaughter City, biased in a corner, but he still knew the preciousness of soul bones.

Soul bone, still a hundred thousand years old, can this be described as negligible?

"Hmph, after killing you, this soul bone will be mine, thank you for the favor of fate." A cold look appeared in the Slaughter King's eyes.

Many strange blood patterns appeared on his pale skin, a sword-shaped magic pattern also appeared on his forehead, and behind him, a pair of blood-red wings slowly opened.

With the change of his appearance, the aura on his body also suddenly increased a lot.

The rich blood light almost turned into substance, frantically eroding the surrounding grass and trees.

All vitality disappeared, adding a bit of death and ominousness to this blood light.

The Slaughter King vibrated his wings, circled a few times in the air, and then quickly rushed down, so fast that afterimages appeared.

Amon calmly stretched out his right hand and condensed a materialized soul power barrier in front of him.

Bang!

A violent collision sounded, and the agitated soul power set off bursts of air currents.

How fast the Slaughter King rushed, the speed of flying back was the same.

His feet stepped on the ground, plowing two shallow gullies on the ground, looking at the barrier that did not move at all, his face was much gloomy.

"Hmph, can you only hide in a tortoise shell?" The Slaughter King snorted coldly.

"Tortoise shell? But it's easy to use, isn't it? You haven't broken it until now?" Amon had a playful smile on his face.

The Slaughter King was a little annoyed, and he found that he seemed to have no way to hurt Amon.

His strength lies in the Slaughter Domain that can seal other people's soul skills. Ordinary Titled Douluo, after losing their soul skills, if they can't cope with his terrifying speed, they will be killed in the blink of an eye.

But Amon's soul bone skills are not within the forbidden range of the Slaughter Domain, and can achieve all-round defense.

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