Chapter 121: Any later and it would have been ruins.
In the dark room, a bloody smell mixed with a kind of sweet and pungent incense was spreading.
The King of Slaughter lay supine on a throne carved entirely of obsidian, his scarlet cloak half-open, revealing his muscular chest.
At that moment, he had his eyes closed and was completely enjoying himself.
Directly below him, just below his abdomen, one can vaguely see a long-haired head that wriggles up and down.
A beautiful young woman, doing something unknown.
"hiss..."
The King of Slaughter trembled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with the movements of the woman below, his fingers tapping idly on the armrest.
Just then, a girl in black veil stumbled in, showing no surprise at the scene before her, as if she were already used to it.
The girl in the black veil immediately knelt down, her knees hitting the floor tiles with a heavy thud.
"Your Majesty, King of Slaughter... Slaughter City..."
I squinted and was about to raise my hand when the boy suddenly revealed a mouthful of shark-like sharp teeth, and the "doll" in his arms was actually a dried-up human head!
The man was short in stature, and his pale body was covered with demonic patterns on his scarlet cloak.
Hei Mingsheng immediately felt a bit strange, because in the City of Slaughter, such a sight was even rarer than seeing a 100,000-year-old soul beast.
It wasn't me, it was Tang Chen who was parasitized!
The King of Slaughter glanced across the entire capital, feeling a pang of heartache as he looked at the dead bodies lying on the ground.
Under the blood moon, the inner city of the Slaughter City resembled rotting flesh being crushed by a giant, tangible hand.
Before trampling down the numerous ruins, the dragon cub seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the anguish that it brought.
The man's body was still halfway out of the dragon's mouth, the remaining half of his body was still twitching, his intestines were hanging up and swaying, and he was slapping the dragon cub's nose.
Those are the main sources of my Bloody Mary.
The moment before, the dragon cub's claws landed, crushing the fallen one like a berry being trampled.
As long as it is driven by one's own will, the God of Slaughter Domain cannot be released.
The man in white dared to answer, and even dared to look at the King of Slaughter behind him. He could only bury his head deep in the ground, trembling all over.
With each step I took, no blood-red ripples appeared on my feet.
"Heh tsk."
If one's murderous nature is long suppressed, it will eventually erupt, potentially leading to illness from accumulated resentment—which is exactly what happens when such a thing occurs.
But the King of Slaughter ignored us; my attention was entirely focused on the White Nether Dragon.
It exploded with a "poof".
Similar to the Soul Bone Skill Eternal Frost, the white mist released by the White Nether Holy Dragon is less viscous and non-corrosive.
Before I had two curved horns on my head, I looked like an abnormal human.
Our voices still carried the sobs of survivors, and we hadn't yet shown any particular reverence or excitement for the gods.
If I had arrived any later, that tiny killing city would probably have been wiped out by the person behind me.
The jagged bone spurs on my back, the menacing fangs, and the terrifying power that could overturn half a street with every swipe of my tail.
The King of Slaughter stood in mid-air, with a pair of huge, crimson bat wings protruding from his back.
Why does the King of Slaughter still appear?
At this moment, Hei Ming Sheng hurriedly stepped out and leaped onto the back of the dragon cub.
Before the buildings were even complete, the sound of them collapsing and crumbling, like a wall of building blocks, filled the air.
In the killing city, even a child is a poisoned dagger.
My pupils dilated instantly!
"5104! It's him!"
The terrifying pressure caused the dragon cub to stop moving and roar at the sky.
"That's... a martial spirit?"
The King of Slaughter straightened his clothes and walked out with small, quick steps.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, and his tone carried a hint of disdain, clearly indicating that he did not quite believe what the girl in the black veil said.
The sky was originally dark red, except that the blood moon was still hanging low in the sky.
It cannot be said that nearly half of the inner city was shrouded in that white darkness.
Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter flew into a rage.
At this moment, from within the white mist, the crisp sound of bones breaking and screams of agony could still be heard.
Amidst the ruins, thick blood and several limbs were visible.
The dragon cub wasn't idle; it was tearing apart a Fallen Soul Emperor to replenish its energy.
Just then, a scarlet crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and the blood moon in the sky seemed to be awakened by a splash of blood. A figure stepped through the air and appeared to be enveloped in the crimson color.
If he were to release his Killing God Domain to resist, at the very least, his soul skills would be unable to be used abnormally.
Before I can get a sense of the specific situation of the White Nether Holy Dragon.
Upon seeing the King of Slaughter, the surviving Fallen Ones immediately scrambled to their knees and prostrated themselves on the ground.
I shoved the person next to me aside and stood up abruptly.
The King of Slaughter then opened his slightly narrowed eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, his crimson pupils narrowing to pinpoints.
However, when I truly felt the terrifying murderous aura and bloodshed of the killing city, I was immediately taken aback.
"Where did the dragon come from in the City of Slaughter?"
Within the white mist, there was a small, imposing figure—the dragon cub's unusually small body.
With a flick of his finger, the white mist instantly engulfed the slender figure.
"A dragon?"
There wasn't a single fallen one with a broken leg yet; they were crawling backward, digging their nails into the cracks in the ground, the blood trails they left in front of them slowly being corroded and smoking by the white mist.
The King of Slaughter's lips twitched slightly, and a deep, powerful voice rang out.
He immediately closed his eyes and used his senses to investigate the situation inside the city.
"Welcome, King of Slaughter!"
Looking up, I saw a big boy at the edge of the white mist, shivering and clutching a tattered doll.
These people, shrouded in white mist, were not only affected by the darkness but also by the dual erosion of fear and decay. They moved swiftly, seemingly only able to quietly await the arrival of death.
Amidst the sounds of the dragon cub chewing, Black Saint suddenly heard a voice that belonged to that outside.
The King of Slaughter stared at the dragon cub in disbelief.
This also shows that nearly half of the area has been devastated by the dragon cubs.
"He has finally shown up, the King of Slaughter."
She sounded nervous and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
The man rolled to the side, coughing violently, with strands of saliva still clinging to his lips.
My face was also pale, which made my blood-red eyes look even more eerie.
I have lived for hundreds of years and have seen twin martial souls and martial soul fusion skills, but I have never seen a martial soul that can act independently of a soul master!
The Black Nether Saint, alone with his dragon, left a trail of corpses wherever he went.
"A vicious dragon has appeared in the inner city of the Slaughter City... It... It is slaughtering the city!"
Both the human and the beast thoroughly enjoyed the feast.
...
A hint of doubt flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes. His expression had changed earlier, and he figured that Bai Shaduonan must have had a reason for deceiving him.
The city, a special killing ground resembling a hell on earth, has now truly become a slaughterhouse.
Any later, and the entire Killing City would have been utterly destroyed by his own hands.
But at the lower part of the inner city, it was now shrouded in a cloud of white mist.
So whose martial soul is it?
All of that was the white mist that spread out to the seven circumferences when the White Netherworld Sacred Dragon exhaled. The white mist could dissipate for a long time and covered a very wide area.
The surviving fallen ones suddenly froze, and the white mist in the air gradually dissipated with each step.
The death toll has reached tens of thousands!
Hei Mingsheng could feel the boundless killing intent solidifying beneath me.
The reason why soul skills can be used in the City of Slaughter is that the Slaughter Domain severs the connection between the soul master and the soul ring.
"explain."
Black Saint was walking backwards, stepping on the crunching debris. He hadn't even known how many Fallen Ones he had encountered yet.
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