Chapter 534 535. The Man Who Steals God's Power

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The capital of killing, a dark and spacious room.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair. The chair was inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals outlined a drum-like shape. Except for this chair, everything here was dark red.

A tall figure sat down on the huge chair. In the darkness, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that this person was tall and thin.

He waved his big hand, and a thick dark red liquid flew out in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge pool of blood, filled with viscous blood.

Opening his mouth to swallow the blood into his belly, two fangs were faintly exposed in the dim light.

He sighed comfortably, staring forward with his dark red eyes, amidst the surging darkness, a tall figure stood there straight, like a sculptured stone statue, usually without making any sound.

The blood in the pool of blood was boiling, and amidst the sound of bubbling and bubbling, strands of blood-colored aura gathered like streams to form a river, sucking through the person one by one, swallowing anyone who came by like a tiger eating a whale.

Accompanied by the flood of blood and energy, the darkness gradually receded, revealing the unparalleled face underneath.

He was indeed Caesar.

Caesar was suspected by Yang Ming to be a traverser, and he came to the capital of killing without the consent of Pope Bibi Dong, but he did not know how to get in touch with the king of killing, and now he seems to be practicing a kind of With the evil technique, along with the inhaled blood energy, the aura exuded from the body is also rising steadily, and indistinctly, it has reached the threshold of the seventy-level soul saint!

Think back then, a year ago.

In the Continental Senior Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, Caesar only reached the Soul King at the door. In the blink of an eye, a year later, the increase in strength is so exaggerated, even surpassing Yang Ming's speed, which really makes people dumbfounded.

"call!"

He exhaled a mouthful of bloody air, and Caesar suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes, which were originally black, had now turned blood-colored. No, not only that, even the whites of his eyes were all red. Go, it's very weird.

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice:

"I didn't expect that you would have the ability to skip the inheritance test and steal the power of God. At first, I thought you were lying to me."

"Ah."

There was a low, unintelligible laugh, and Caesar walked forward without a trace of consciousness as a guest. He picked up the wine glass and filled himself with a full Bloody Mary. After drinking it all in one gulp, he said:

"My first martial soul is a soul ring, which can seal the soul rings of all soul masters in the world, but no one would have thought that my real most powerful martial soul is the second martial soul, the gluttonous beast soul, which can devour everything For your own use."

For more than half a year, Caesar not only changed his eyes, but even his vocal cords changed, hoarse and deep, like the unpleasant sound made by two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other. Wearing a neat suit made him look a little more evil.

The King of Slaughter did not express dissatisfaction with Caesar's transgression, but said coldly:

"Now that your goal has been achieved, should you honor your previous promise?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Caesar's eyes.

Poor Tang Chen, as a peerless Douluo of the ninety-ninth-level assault system, the legendary suzerain of the Haotian School, one of the three peerless Douluo in the world, and a human being who is infinitely close to a god, but in the process of accepting the Nine Trials of Shura, he was imprisoned by the Raksha God. Affected by the erosion of his breath, not only did he fail to complete the Asura God's assessment, but he also fell into evil thoughts completely, and was parasitized by the blood-red nine-headed bat king, becoming the king of killing in the city of killing.

but,

This does not mean that the Slaughter King is willing to stay in the Slaughter Capital for the rest of his life.

The conditions that the King of Slaughter had agreed with Caesar were very simple. The King of Slaughter provided Caesar with a venue, an environment that would not be disturbed by others, and allowed him to plunder the power of God. In return, Caesar must help him escape from the City of Slaughter and regain his free body.

This wish was not only Tang Chen's inner desire, but also the ambition of the blood-red nine-headed Bat King parasitizing him.

"Now is not the time to deal with this old thing."

This thought flashed through Caesar's mind, and he remembered something, saying:

"As an ally, of course I will keep my word, but I also have a little request here."

The King of Slaughter's eyeballs moved slightly, he was already prepared just now, if the bastard in front of him dared to turn his face and deny anyone, he would slap him to death first regardless of Caesar's identity outside, seeing how sensible he is now , he also suppressed the killing intent rising in his heart, and said:

"What request? Just say it! In the three acres of land in the killing capital, as long as I give an order, I can help you solve anything."

I'm waiting for your words!

A trace of coldness flashed in Caesar's red eyes, and said:

"During this time, a newcomer came to Hell Slaughtering Fields. He has won more than 60 games in a row. He is known as the God of War. He is not far from completing a 100-game winning streak. This person's real name is Yang Ming, and he has a feud with me outside. I hope you can come forward and dispatch a law enforcement team to kill him."

The King of Slaughter was playing with the wine glass containing the Bloody Mary in his hand, his eyes were a little playful.

He had also heard about the title of God of War. Originally, he was thinking about finding a chance to send someone to contact Yang Ming to see if there was a chance to take him under his command. Now it seems that he might as well sell a favor to Caesar.

Anyway, in the view of the Slaughter King, although there are not many newcomers like Yang Ming, one will appear every few years. Killing him and forming a friendship with Caesar is a very cost-effective deal.

"It's easy."

Two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, the surrounding air visibly became viscous, the thick smell of blood scattered everywhere, the surrounding darkness receded like a tide, and people of all shapes and colors half-kneeled on the ground , bowed his head, and congratulated in unison:

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"You all heard what I talked to Caesar just now, do you know what to do?"

"Kill the god of war, cut off his head, and dedicate the bloody mary made of the head and his blood to the great king!"

"Go down."

The Slaughter King raised his hand, and several strange figures disappeared in place, as if they had never appeared here.

Although the Slaughter City seals off the soul ring, the law enforcement team is quite special. They are all favored by the Slaughter King and personally unblock them. Especially the leader of the law enforcement team is even more powerful. Noisy strong.

In the view of the King of Slaughter, he is a lion fighting a rabbit with all his strength.

This game is stable!