"They've all been dealt with, and it's your turn next!" The blood on Madara's body Battle Armor became scarlet under the baptism of blood. He shook the scythe gently to shake off the blood stained on it, and looked at the old dwarf man on the high platform whose face turned pale with fear, slowly approaching step by step.
"Don't come here!" The old dwarf man staggered back a few steps, then tripped and fell to the ground. However, he still looked frightened and crawled backwards on his hands and feet, trying to stay away from the bloody and ferocious Madara.
"Come here!" Madara grabbed the ankle of the old dwarf man who had slipped into a gap, pulled him out like a dead dog, and held him up in the air to let him continue to struggle.
The dwarf old man actually burst into tears, and at the same time he did not forget to shout, "Don't kill me, don't kill me! If you kill me Enforcement Team won't let you go! Wow wow wow!"
This old guy really has a mental problem. At least he was laughing and crying. At first glance, he was not a normal person. If he hadn't felt that he was still valuable, Madara would have killed him long ago.
Listening to this harsh and sharp cry, Madara felt upset and angry, and several conspicuous blue veins suddenly appeared on his forehead. Finally, he could only release his murderous intent and threaten fiercely. "Cry again, and I will tear you apart right now! Answer my questions honestly!"
When the dwarf old man saw Madara's ferocious look, the cries that had echoed throughout the basement suddenly stopped. He still covered his mouth with both hands and made any sound to annoy the big devil.
"Can Secret Medicine make people stronger? Where did this thing come from?" Madara's doubts came one after another, and finally he thought that he had just mentioned Enforcement Team. After a pause, he asked, "What is your relationship with Enforcement Team?"
Forced by Madara's ferocious eyes, the dwarf old man quickly poured out everything he knew. "That Secret Medicine was made by me using my own Martial Soul. It's true. It can improve the strength of Soul Master! Enforcement Team and I have a cooperative relationship. They turn a blind eye and I will give them 50% of the Secret Medicine produced!"
It turns out that it is as black as the crows in the world! It seems that the so-called King of Slaughter Royal Highness is really not that good!
"You just said that Secret Medicine was made from your own Martial Soul?" Madara's heart moved slightly and he continued to ask.
The dwarf old man seemed to have changed his personality at this time. Even though he was still in Madara's hands, he did not panic at all. Instead, he used naked interests to seduce. "That's right! You must also feel excited! Do you want to be my collaborator? With such a strong strength, the efficiency of obtaining raw materials will definitely be greatly increased, and you will get a 10% share!"
"Stop talking nonsense! If I ask anything, you should answer it properly!" Seeing that the dwarf old man was unwilling to give up, Madara smiled coldly. He grabbed his ankle with a little force and immediately made his painful forehead sweat.
The dwarf old man endured the pain and opened his mouth to quickly explain his details, "My Martial Soul is called Qiankun Cauldron. Although I only have five rings of cultivation, as long as the raw materials The refined Secret Medicine is of high quality and even Soul Douluo is effective when eaten! That's why we established Blood Drinkers in order to obtain the raw materials!"
As for what the raw materials are? What else can Evil Soul Masters do besides harming people? Needless to say, it must be a real person!
Later, the dwarf old man actually wanted to hide something, but under Madara Sharingan's illusion, he revealed all his secrets.
It turned out that he was a little Soul Master with three rings. By chance, he obtained the fragment of Secret Medicine refined by an ancient civilization. This made him overjoyed and thought that he could continue to improve his cultivation with this. But where are those materials that only existed in ancient times so easy to find? Many of them have become extinct and no longer exist on the entire continent, so the future is almost bleak. He degenerated and became a Evil Soul Masters. It is also an evil Secret Medicine developed by analogy that uses artificial raw materials to improve his cultivation.
"Can you use Spirit Beast as raw material to make your secret medicine?" Madara's heart was slightly hot, because he had already seen the huge value contained in this dwarf old man.
"I haven't tried it, because I only learned to extract Secret Medicine after entering City of Slaughter!" The old dwarf man was already put aside by Madara. He stood there blankly, with three Tomoe in each of his eyes slowly turning, and said in a smooth tone like a machine.
It turns out that before this dwarf old man became Evil Soul Masters, he directly used his Martial Soul to cook living people and then absorbed them directly. Later, he was hunted down and hid in this City of Slaughter, and then he developed the ability to make Secret Medicine and established such an organization.
But despite all the hard work, this strength is really useless! Fortunately, the outside world doesn't know that Madara can completely turn him into one of his own and then work for the power he will establish!
As for how to make him one of our own? This requires the use of the pupil technique in Madara Sharingan.
"It seems that we can only use that technique!" A flash of determination flashed in Madara's eyes, and he grabbed the dwarf old man like a puppet. His eyes, which had drawn the wrong Mangekyo pattern, looked at the dwarf old man's eyes. He just wanted to activate the illusion but found that nothing happened.
Forgot, here is City of Slaughter, no use of any Soul Skill is allowed! And with his own Sharingan ability, ordinary illusions can be used forcibly through his own pupil power, but a Mangekyo level spell like this requires Soul Ring as a support.
"Kelder, I want to use Soul Skill over City of Slaughter. Is there anything you can do?" Madara had no choice but to call Asura God's messenger Kelder in his mind.
"Hey! It's not allowed to use Soul Skill on City of Slaughter, unless you win 100 games in a row on Hell Slaughter Arena and then get Divine Slaughter's Domain!" Kelder in his mind retorted loudly.
"Do you think that can stop me? Don't be kidding! It's just an advance!" Madara's tone was still conceited, as if Hell Slaughter Arena, which is so talkative in City of Slaughter, was just a park for hanging out in his eyes.
It seemed like a moment and a long time passed before Kelder finally made a compromise. "Okay! It's just this time, it won't happen next time! Get ready, I'll drive my Divine Slaughter's Domain for you!"
In just a moment, the blood energy and murderous intent in Madara's body poured out in an unstoppable torrent, instantly sweeping the basement into it. The surrounding space filled with the bloody smell of broken limbs seemed to have truly turned into hell at this moment.
The cold wind swept through and instantly caused the temperature to drop sharply to the level of a cold winter. There was a faint ghost roaring and wailing as if to express his unwillingness. At this moment, the killing intent in Madara's body was as solid as a plate of loose sand that was forcibly kneaded into a sharp blade. Even Madara himself did not expect that the murderous intent dormant in his body could be so powerful.
Kelder, who turned on Divine Slaughter's Domain, was even more surprised, because his real body did not come here to take advantage of it, but only the murderous aura accumulated in Madara's body, which seemed to turn on some switch to completely wake up the blood beast.
"Boy! Hurry now!" Kelder roared at the top of his lungs in Madara's mind, trying his best to resist the erosion of City of Slaughter.
Illusion, Kotoamatsukami!
Madara also made a prompt decision and without hesitation used his Shinra Bansho and Second Soul Ring genjutsu to fuse. The Mangekyo pattern in one eye shone brightly and instantly enveloped the dwarf old man's body.
"Continue!" Madara watched as the Mangekyo pattern in his eyes gradually disappeared and the dwarf old man's eyes became more alert. Regardless of his own fatigue, he forcibly activated another Mangekyo ability.
Kamui!
The dwarf old man was just about to say something, but was dragged in by the twisted space behind him without any resistance and disappeared without a trace.
It's finally over!
"Boy! Unless you complete the assessment of the Killing Arena, I won't wake up for a while!" Kelder's weak voice became smaller and smaller and finally disappeared.