Chapter 116: I Am Here to Seek Death
Star Luo Empire, the Great Western Wasteland.
In a desolate valley, after many twists and turns, a small town was eerily situated.
A figure wrapped entirely in a black robe ignored the strange looks from others in the town and walked unhurriedly into a tavern.
The tavern was dimly lit, the air was very turbid, mixed with a thick scent of blood, inexplicably giving people a dark and cold feeling.
This figure glanced around, swept over the few guests present, and sat straight down in a corner.
A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression walked over, "What would you like?"
"A glass of Yellow Springs Dew."
The waiter's expression didn't change, and he turned around and left directly.
Soon, a glass of turbid liquid was brought up. The liquid was scarlet, emitting a thick, fishy smell, as pungent as fresh blood.
The figure picked up the glass, drank it in one gulp, and smacked his lips, seemingly unsatisfied.
While drinking the Yellow Springs Dew, the waiter caught a glimpse of the face under the hood.
It was an extremely cold face, but a mouth filled with sharp teeth ruined the entire visage.
What was most shocking was that his eyes were blood-red, without pupils; in their place was the character "Blood," deeply carved into the eyeballs.
Seemingly noticing the waiter's gaze, the figure grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, "Another glass!"
Watching the waiter's back as he fled in panic, "Lin Yang" chuckled softly and paid no more attention to him.
He was not the main body, but a flesh-and-blood Clone of the main body.
And this was not an ordinary tavern, but the entrance to Slaughter City.
Soon, the figures in the tavern gradually increased.
Most people didn't speak, just sat quietly in their own seats, and their gazes toward others revealed deep vigilance.
Furthermore, the heavy scent of blood on their bodies and the fierce glint in their eyes all indicated that they were all extremely evil people.
Bang! The glass landed heavily on the counter, the sound breaking the silence in the tavern.
The waiter said with cold eyes, "The Yellow Springs Dew is sold out for today, everyone... it's time to hit the road."
As he spoke, the waiter seemed to press a switch, and a passage to the underground suddenly appeared in the large counter.
The people in the tavern looked at each other, and no one moved first.
At this moment, the flesh-and-blood Clone stood up, ignored the gazes of others, and walked into the passage first.
Seeing this, the others' eyes flickered, and they followed one after another.
After everyone entered the passage, with a "rumble," the counter closed again, and the waiter began to welcome the next batch of guests as if nothing had happened.
Previously, the flesh-and-blood Clone thought he would have to fight a battle to gain the qualifications to go to Slaughter City.
Now that he thought about it, Slaughter City wasn't exactly a good place, so what qualifications were needed?
The Slaughter King inside was probably afraid that not enough people would come, so how could he let them fight and consume a wave of blood materials before they even entered?
In the original work, the Black Armored Knight targeted Tang San, saying he violated the rules, which was probably because he felt he was wasting too much blood material.
After entering the passage, it was a long corridor, surrounded by darkness, where one could not see their own fingers.
But those who could come here were not weak, so this bit of darkness naturally counted for nothing.
After walking for a distance, a cold voice came from all directions, "Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of Hell, a World full of slaughter. Here, you can obtain everything you desire; the price is your life."
The flesh-and-blood Clone's eyes flickered, but he didn't care at all and walked forward with large strides.
The others' eyes also flickered, but having reached this point, wanting to retreat was impossible.
Soon, after passing a bend, the view suddenly opened up, and a huge city came into view.
This was Slaughter City.
Filled with filth, blood, violence, slaughter, and death, this was the paradise of the extremely evil and the Hell of the weak.
In front of the city gate, a team of Black Armored Knights stood there, like cold, emotionless statues.
Seeing newcomers arrive, they didn't even blink; everything was already a matter of routine.
And when he approached the city gate, the flesh-and-blood Clone paused slightly; he realized that his Soul Ring had been Sealed, but he could still use his abilities.
Although the power was weakened, this could still be considered a pleasant surprise.
Perhaps it was because his Soul skills was not just a Soul skills, but leaned more towards the Blood Demon Art rooted in his Bloodline.
It could Seal his Soul Ring, but it couldn't affect his Bloodline.
Just as Lin Yang was about to step into Slaughter City, an extremely abrupt voice suddenly rang out, "I want to quit!"
Everyone was stunned, and a dozen gazes looked in unison at the burly man standing at the very back.
The burly man shrank back, but quickly glared back fiercely.
The others stopped walking, stood in place, and revealed expressions of watching a good show.
At this time, a Black Armored Knight suddenly stepped forward and said expressionlessly, "One can only enter here, not leave."
"Hmph," the burly man snorted coldly, "I haven't even gone in yet. Whether I want to go or not is my freedom; you have no right to interfere."
After speaking, he turned around without hesitation, preparing to return the way he came.
A cold light flashed in the Black Armored Knight's eyes, three Soul Rings appeared under his feet, and he attacked the burly man without hesitation.
The burly man sneered disdainfully, "A mere Soul Elder, I am a Soul King!"
Having said that, he was about to use Martial Soul Possession, but he soon discovered that he could summon his Martial Soul, but could not use his Soul skills.
"Wait... wait!"
The burly man panicked instantly and waved his hands hurriedly.
But the Black Armored Knight didn't listen to that nonsense and directly pierced him through the heart with a spear.
A Soul Master at the Soul King level outside had died humiliatingly at the hands of a Soul Elder.
Seeing this scene, everyone's heart suddenly turned cold.
This was Slaughter City; all Soul Ring and Soul Bone abilities were ineffective, and one could only rely on their own Physical Body and skills.
Therefore, here, even a Soul Douluo, or even a Titled Douluo, could die here without a sound.
After watching a good show, the flesh-and-blood Clone took a black token from the Black Armored Knight.
"This is your proof of being in Slaughter City. Keep it safe and enter the city; someone will meet you inside."
The flesh-and-blood Clone reached out and took it.
The token felt cold to the touch, entirely black, with a skull pattern on the front and a string of numbers on the back: 13013.
After putting away the token, the flesh-and-blood Clone strode into the city.
Subsequently, a woman wearing a black long dress and a black veil walked over, revealing only a pair of eyes.
She bowed slightly and began to introduce herself, "Welcome to Slaughter City. I am your guide. In the next twelve hours, I will answer all your questions about Slaughter City."
The flesh-and-blood Clone waved his hand, "Cut the crap, take me to the Slaughter Hell Arena."
The girl in the black dress was stunned, then said, "I suggest you might want to learn about the situation in Slaughter City first?"
"No need!"
The flesh-and-blood Clone shook his head, then said meaningfully, "I came here to seek death, so don't delay me from dying, okay?"
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