Chapter 299 This Is Now Called the Talent Market
Not to mention, the energy emitted by the barrel on Diji's shoulder is very strong, and it actually temporarily restrained the King of Hell.
However, it was also predictable.
Diji has made a lot of money in Sand City in recent years, and the purple-black barrel skeleton equipment on his shoulder is of very high quality.
However, it was this shot that offended the face of the King of Hell.
"Death Sin!"
A large amount of Hell Black Mist gushed out from behind the King of Hell.
The powerful murderous aura directly locked Diji, and Diji's face was stiff for a moment, as if he couldn't breathe.
Crunch——
The skeleton equipment on Diji's back was locked, and the skeleton tentacles like arthropods were wrapped around Diji's spine.
It barely relieved the pressure brought by the King of Hell.
"You can't kill me, I'm the captain of the guard team of Sand City!"
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you kill me!"
Diji yelled.
No one responded to him.
Even Hedson, who was standing behind Diji and protected by Diji, looked at him like a fool.
It's already this season, why are you still so arrogant?
However, Hedson also knew that Diji was not showing off his captain status, nor was he threatening Zheng Yu, but simply because the King of Hell brought him too much pressure.
Nonsense.
Of course, no one gave him this face. The King of Hell had teleported behind Diji in the first time, raised his sickle high, and slowly fell down.
Locked by the death penalty state of the King of Hell, even if the sickle fell slowly, Diji could not dodge it at all.
Swish——
The hand raised the knife and fell.
The head flew out.
Diji had no chance to resist at all.
The King of Hell reached out and grabbed Diji's flying head.
He died too quickly. The shocked expression on Digi's face had not yet faded. His eyes were staring at Hydson...
"..."
Hydson was so scared that he quickly stepped back and stumbled to the ground.
"Kill him."
Zheng Yu no longer looked in Hydson's direction.
In fact, Hydson's skeleton equipment was much stronger than Digi. If they really fought, he would not be killed as easily as Digi.
But a person whose mentality had collapsed, how could he have any desire to fight.
Zheng Yu simply ignored Hydson's plea for mercy.
A ball of black fog enveloped Hydson, blocking Hydson's plea for mercy. Some muffled explosions came from the black fog.
That was Hydson's last struggle.
Less than a minute.
The King of Hell led Hydson's head out of the black fog with a satisfied look on his face.
Although Hydson and Digi did not bring a high degree of combat pleasure to the King of Hell, they could also slightly satisfy the King of Hell's quirk of collecting heads.
It had been too long since the battle, not only the King of Hell was itching to fight, but the King of the Wilderness who was making trouble in Sand City in the distance was also yelling.
"Take out the heads and bodies of Hydson and Digi and show them."
"Hang them on the pole and parade them through the streets."
"Sand City belongs to me now."
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When the King of Hell hung the bodies of Hydson and Digi in the most conspicuous place in Sand City, the group of fully armed skeleton warriors had already taken off their equipment and raised their hands, very obedient.
The King of Hell looked at the two heads on the pole reluctantly.
That was his only trophy in the past month.
He was a little reluctant.
But because it was the master's order, he had to hang it up no matter how reluctant he was.
Hydson's skeleton army surrendered their guns at the first time, and the speed was surprisingly fast. It was those people in the rich area who had some "guts".
They desperately protected their property.
They didn't believe that a group of aliens could defeat Hydson, nor did they believe that the aliens had the courage to raid their homes.
In fact, they made the right bet.
The alien races, who had been oppressed for many years, did not dare to rob the assets of the rich area after rebelling against Hydeson.
First, they were afraid of the empire. Many of the human races here were well-known people in the empire.
Second, they were not used to it.
However, they misjudged one thing.
This war was not provoked by the alien races at all. Those who really need the benefits of this war will not let these dog rich people go.
So... the Goblin General led the Goblin Demon Army into the rich area.
Although it cannot be described as wailing everywhere.
If these rich people dare to say no, cruelty is engraved in their bones, and the goblins who are loyal to Zheng Yu will not be polite to them.
This kind of house raiding, sweeping, and looting of property is the top one among the skills that the Goblin General is good at.
The alien races did not rob the goblins, and they were actually a little confused now.
Without Hyderson's control, the sudden freedom made these oppressed aliens start to feel a little anxious.
They looked at Hyderson's body hanging on the pole and a group of skeleton warriors kneeling on the ground.
It felt unreal.
The human race who beat and scolded them and bullied them actually knelt in front of them... It was too unrealistic.
Besides Mark, the one who created all this was the black fog creature that killed Hyderson.
"What is that thing on the black fog?"
"It looks like a skeleton creature."
"Is it such a strong skeleton creature?"
"That cow too?"
"Otherwise, why do you think Master Mark asked us to resist? Without a strong backing, how could we win!"
"That's right, Master Mark won't harm us."
"Who is the person on the giant butterfly? It seems that those powerful skeleton creatures all listen to him, and Master Mark seems to be sitting with him."
"That's Master Mark's teacher."
"Teacher's teacher?"
"Isn't that... Grandmaster!?"
"Well, Master Mark said that he brought a new era to the world, a world where everyone can survive."
"What is the name of the Grandmaster?"
"I don't know, Master Mark didn't say it."
Kanmu looked at Zheng Yu on the body of the Psylocke Queen with admiration and respect.
...
"Why don't you tell them their names? Didn't you say you want to be a hero on the inscription of alien history?"
Mark finished his "work" and sat on the body of the Psylocke Queen with Zheng Yu, patrolling the battle-hardened Thunder City.
"No need."
Zheng Yu didn't explain too much.
It's not that he didn't want to pretend, but he didn't want to leave his name in the story of the abyss. Without knowing the gods of this world, Zheng Yu didn't want to leave a handle.
"How many people died?"
Zheng Yu asked.
Mark was on the back of Queen Psylocke, looking down at the entire Sand City, and then said, "More than 500 people died."
"That's not much."
It was less than Zheng Yu had imagined.
The anger of the aliens that had been pent up for a long time had frightened the skeleton warriors of the empire to some extent. Even if there was a huge gap in combat power, at least they were suppressed in terms of momentum.
Mark frowned and said, "Now there is a problem, how to manage Sand City?"
"We will manage it the same way as before."
"Will that work?"
Zheng Yu smiled, "Of course we can't keep everything the same, for example..."
Zheng Yu pointed to the central square of Sand City.
Mark said, "It used to be a slave trading area."
Zheng Yu nodded and said, "There will be no slave trading here in the future."
"This place will be changed to... a talent market."
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