What does it mean to be a slaughter array?
How can it be called a slaughter array if it doesn't contain killing intent?
The ordinary-looking array actually contained violent killing intent. Once Maxwell activated the grim reaper's killing intent, the huge array suddenly changed from a white light-looking dome to dark blood red. An incomparably huge illusory figure of a grim reaper then appeared above the array.
One hand was holding the book of death.
And the other hand was holding a scythe to reap the dead.
It started gently humming a tune.
A tune that no one could understand yet contained the power of death was heard. The people in the Capital City didn't feel anything, but those devil fiend commander-level figures shook. Their faces had turned instantly pale with fear.
"Whoosh!"
The huge scythe slashed down.
A head dropped, while the body showed no reaction.
The scythe once again made another slash.
Another head of a devil fiend commander was cut off.
The speed was so fast that the eye couldn't follow the movement clearly. One could only sense that the devilish flames in the sky were getting weaker while the Grim Reaper's killing intent was getting stronger.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Those commander-level devil fiends who had touched upon the array were being quickly killed off. Devilish flames in midair were being blown apart, and a series of corpses cut in half was dropping down.
At this moment…
There was nothing but the grim reaper's path of slaughter!
How terrifying would the energy of the Grim Reaper's path of slaughter be from all the national treasury's upgraded weapons, spiritual treasures, and magical artefacts? Upon watching the devil fiends dying one by one, Maxwell started smiling while his mind relaxed a bit. He then shouted: "What's so great about the devil fiend army?! Keep coming! Keep it coming! I will eat up however many you can provide! Hahaha…"
Immediately after…
His eyes looked up at the void, and he started laughing wildly. "Speak! Why don't you guys keep talking? Didn't you say I was going to die? You bunch of cowardly dogs! You all get so scared of these devil fiends that have been sealed up for ten thousand years that you even turn into turtles! It's fine if you don't help, but you stand by and ridicule me with sarcastic comments? I want to ask one thing: For someone that doesn't even dare to show their faces, what qualifications do you have to comment on others?"
"Experts?"
"Don't make me laugh!"
"You aren't even comparable to a pile of dog shit! Shameful… you should go home and take a piss so you can take a good look at yourselves! Experts… hahaha…"
Maxwell was scolding with extreme ridicule.
He was really looking down on these so-called experts.
These types of people shouldn't be allowed to live in this world.
Those experts observing in the folded void space had no words to respond. They had an ugly look on their faces, as if someone had fiercely slapped them tens of thousands of times. The hot, stinging pain was incomparable as they had completely lost all face.
A King-rank martial artist despised them to the point that there was no room to hide.
Most of them were unable to make a sound anymore!
"Humph!"
"Experts?"
"Dog's fart more like it!" Maxwell said with disdain and a cold smile. He then closed his eyes and waited in suspense. He then said internally: "It's time for the big explosions, heh heh…"
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing Warlord Black Spike."
"Reward: 1,000,000 XP, 100,000 mana…"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining an exquisite grade devil core."
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Dark Spike's devil blood. Will you be absorbing it?"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Dark Blood Fists. Will you be cultivating it?"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Phantom Cloak."
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing Warlord Black Demon."
"Reward: 1,000,000 XP, 100,000 mana…"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Black Demon Reincarnation technique. Will you be cultivating it?"
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing…"
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for levelling up. Your current level is level 2 King rank!"
"Crackle!"
"…"
The notification tones were going off like crazy.
It was so wild that even Maxwell was about to go crazy himself. He was incomparably excited as he shouted, "Great! This is too awesome! Hahaha…"
He has never had such a great time as he is enjoying right now.
Myriad Devil was absorbing energy.
The Extreme Divine Pearl was absorbing energy as well.
Maxwell's own personal powers were increasing explosively.
But the strangest thing of all of this was that those so-called devil cores and devil blood were disappearing without Maxwell's command.
Maxwell could clearly sense that his other occupation as Devil Sovereign was absorbing the energy from the loot of these commander-level devil fiends. The devil's fleshly body was also getting stronger, and even Maxwell could faintly feel it when he was in his human form.
Fierce!
Incomparably fierce!
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing Warlord Mountain."
"Reward: 1,000,000 XP, 100,000 mana…"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Mountain's divine technique, Shadow Clone. Will you be cultivating this?"
"Shadow what?"
"Shadow Clone?"
"Holy shit! Cultivate! Immediately cultivate!" Maxwell once again entered a frenzied state. There were a lot of martial techniques exploding from the corpses, but he didn't have any intent to learn any of them. This Shadow Clone was an exception that made him extremely excited.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for learning the divine technique Shadow Clone!"
Martial Technique: Shadow Clone
Grade: Divine
Proficiency: 0/8000
Consumption: 100,000 points (As the level increases, the consumption increases as well. At the last great perfection stage, consumption will be one million mana.)
Cooldown: 60 minutes (As the level increases, the cooldown will decrease. At the last great perfection stage, the cooldown will be ten minutes!)
Description: This is a divine martial technique from the Mountain. Upon activation, a clone of the user will appear. One will be the true entity while the other will be a shadow clone. The user can exchange places between the two. The duration of this technique is one minute, and each use of exchanging places consumes 50,000 mana. At the last great perfection stage, one can create eighteen shadow clones with a casting distance of one million kilometres!
"Awesome!"
"Way too awesome!"
"With this martial technique, no one will be able to resist me when I want to kill someone. Whoever I want to kill will surely die! Once I raise the level of this technique, I can practically take the head of a General amidst their own army. And then I can even retreat unscathed. This is awesome to the max!" Maxwell was super excited.
This martial technique was similar to where one had to get the hell out of someplace in a hurry.
Except it was magnified by at least 100,000 times!
How can it not be awesome?
After killing several dozen commander-level bosses, there was a series of crackling loot explosions.
Maxwell felt like his heart was blooming flowers.
Immediately after…
He leapt into the air and instantly landed back at the core of the array. Maxwell then placed all the loot that had exploded out in front of those martial artists. "These are the presents that the devil fiends have gifted us."
"These are all good stuff."
"We are about to take part in a fierce battle, so all of you can split this up amongst yourselves. As long as everyone believes in me, we can definitely resist the invading devil fiend army."
Apart from some martial techniques and some special items, Maxwell had basically brought out the rest.
He was planning to make these good things useful.
Suddenly…
A huge devilish flame surged into the sky before transforming into a large illusory image!
Devil Monarch Skysoul!
The super boss has appeared…