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At midnight, two dark figures silently crossed the sky.
They were wearing loose black robes, their faces hidden in the shadow of their hoods, and the sound of hunting was carried by the strong wind.
Scapegoat and Zhongli Wu of Long Zhanye walked side by side, and the two of them rushed towards the vast and inaccessible desert area to the west of the Sun Moon Empire.
Zhongli Wu Looking at the desolate land getting closer and closer under his feet, a hint of surprise finally appeared in his eyes.
He turned his head sideways and asked in a low and tentative voice:
"Slaughter City?"
Long Zhanye's Scapegoat did not deny it, but nodded slightly.
Zhongli Wu's brows furrowed, with confusion and doubt in his tone:
"King of Slaughter has been killed by you and me together. Divine Slaughter's Domain has been obtained by you and me."
"It's an abandoned place to us, why do you want to go there?"
Scapegoat of Long Zhanye said, "Last time, after you and I teamed up to kill King of Slaughter, Slaughter City turned into a complete mess."
"Countless Fallen Ones lost their restraints and rushed toward the exit crazily, trying to escape from that hell."
"And before they rushed out, I had already sealed the hole."
Zhongli Wu's pupils shrank suddenly. He vaguely guessed something, but he couldn't see the whole picture clearly.
Scapegoat of Long Zhanye continued, "There are more than hundreds of millions of Fallen Ones who have been imprisoned in Slaughter City for hundreds of years and thousands of years?"
"They are trapped in a dark abyss, with only the desire for killing, the thirst for blood, and the madness for freedom in their hearts."
"Isn't this kind of person, this kind of Fallen Ones, the most perfect help you Holy Spirit Cult needs most?"
Zhongli Wu was stunned on the spot for a moment.
Even as a Evil Soul Master, he never thought that the billions of Fallen Ones imprisoned in Slaughter City would be released and turned into his own use.
In his life, he had seen countless crazy thoughts, but he had never set his sights on the cage sleeping under the yellow sand for a moment.
And the young man in front of him had actually laid the groundwork for today as early as the moment he killed King of Slaughter.
The depth of this calculation and the far-reaching vision made Zhongli Wu feel a surge of sincere admiration from the bottom of his heart.
But his reason was still clear, and he immediately asked a second, more pointed question:
"Even if we release them, will those Fallen Ones listen to you, or will they listen to me?"
"As you said, those people only have killing and violence in their hearts, without any loyalty at all. Once they lose control, they themselves will be a disaster!"
Scapegoat of Long Zhanye shook his head. "Yes, they will neither listen to you nor me."
"Fallen Ones is a group of beasts that have been completely stripped of their humanity. They only obey the orders of one voice - King of Slaughter."
"Whoever sits on that throne can command them. So, we must create a King of Slaughter."
Zhongli Wu was suddenly stunned. He didn't understand what Long Zhanye meant.
Only seen.
Scapegoat from Long Zhanye, transformed.
His body shape, temperament, and even the cold and violent aura between his eyebrows all underwent earth-shaking changes at that moment.
His appearance suddenly changed into that 'King of Slaughter' that had been killed long ago!
That pale and sinister face, those hollow and bloodthirsty eyes, and even the curve of the corners of his lips that looked like a smile but not a smile, were all the same as King of Slaughter in his memory.
Zhongli Wu took a breath of cold air, even though he already knew that Long Zhanye's methods were endless.
But at this moment, I was still shocked and speechless by this almost flawless disguise.
He stared at the familiar face, as if he saw the terrifying existence that once occupied the throne of Slaughter City coming back from the dead.
After a long while, he struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Good boy..."
"You actually have such an exquisite art of disguise?"
Scapegoat of Long Zhanye restored his true appearance, his voice calm. "It's not enough to have similar appearance and momentum."
"The reason why King of Slaughter can order Fallen Ones is because of the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, so I still need the sword in your hand."
Zhongli Wu Hearing this, his complexion changed slightly.
Asura Demon Sword is one of the most precious trump cards in his hand. He knows that it is an artifact and extremely precious.
He hesitated for a moment and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the hilt of the sword several times.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and handed the Asura Demon Sword, which was dark red in color and exuded a strong killing aura, into the hands of Scapegoat of Long Zhanye.
The moment Long Zhanye's Scapegoat took over the hilt of the sword, a surge of ecstasy surged deep in his heart that almost overflowed his throat.
Because once this artifact is in his hands, there is no possibility of returning it.
From this moment on, Asura Demon Sword is in his possession.
However, he remained calm on his face and put the sword in his palm, while the dark red light on the sword continued to flow between his fingers.
After several days of traveling day and night, the two finally arrived at the desolate land covered by yellow sand and oblivion.
The entrance to Slaughter City is quietly buried under the sand dunes, and the entrance to the cave was previously closed by Long Zhanye.
Long Zhanye's Scapegoat stood in front of the cave entrance, and Asura Demon Sword suddenly slashed down in his hand.
In an instant, a strong wind surged out violently from the entrance of the cave.
There is an atmosphere of blood, decay, madness and madness wrapped around it, as if the breath of hell has finally found an outlet to vent.
That air current rolled up the yellow sand on the outskirts of the desert to a height of a hundred feet. The dust in the sky covered the moonlight and stars, and the sky and the earth were completely eclipsed at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, countless black figures poured out of the cave entrance like a torrent.
Like locusts crossing the border, they were densely packed, blocking out the sun and turning the entire sky into an oppressive darkness.
The moment those figures saw the light of day again, heart-rending roars and wild laughter burst out from their throats:
"I'm free..."
"I'm free!!"
The sound was like thousands of beasts roaring at the same time, causing the entire desert to tremble slightly.
And just when those billions of Fallen Ones were scattered in all directions.
Long Zhanye's Scapegoat suddenly released its own domain, Asura Domain.
A scarlet light suddenly exploded with him as the center.
Like a blood sun thrown into the darkness, it dyed the sky and the earth for dozens of miles in a deep blood color.
The Killing Intent contained in that field is actually purer and more vast than the field King of Slaughter was in during his lifetime.
It was as if every trace of murderous intent in the world was held in the palm of his hand.
Zhongli Wu stood on the edge of the bloody light, feeling the terrifying pressure that was completely different from his own Divine Slaughter's Domain, and incomparable horror appeared on his face.
He couldn't help but lost his voice. "You and I both got Divine Slaughter's Domain, why is your Divine Slaughter's Domain different from mine?"
"Yours actually contains a hint of Divine Power?"
Scapegoat of Long Zhanye smiled faintly and said, "My Divine Slaughter's Domain has already evolved into Asura Domain."
The moment the words fell.
The Asura Demon Sword in his hand was raised high and slashed towards the sky.
A bloody ray of light as thick as a pillar shot out from the tip of the sword.
It was like a Heaven's Punishment that stretched across the sky, blocking the way of those Fallen Ones who were fleeing in all directions.
That bloody light contained the dual pressure of Asura Domain and Asura Demon Sword, blocking them in front of them like an invisible giant wall.
Long Zhanye's Scapegoat is suspended in mid-air, and the face that is exactly the same as King of Slaughter is cold and majestic under the bloody light.
His voice carried supreme pressure, blasting toward the billions of Fallen Ones: "My people - where are you going?"
Those Fallen Ones all stopped.
Their eyes turned to the figure suspended in the bloody sky.
That face, that breath, that Asura Demon Sword, everything declares the same fact:
King of Slaughter is back.
The fear and surrender that came from the depths of their bones and blood overwhelmed all the madness and violence in their hearts at this moment.
Long Zhanye's Scapegoat was suspended in mid-air, and the voice sounded again:
"My people, it's time for our revenge!!"
The moment the word "revenge" fell into the ears of hundreds of millions of Fallen Ones.
The entire sky seemed to be ignited, and an unprecedented wave of enthusiasm broke out.
Those Fallen Ones who have been imprisoned in Slaughter City for hundreds of years and thousands of years.
Already in the dark abyss, all humanity has been wiped away, leaving only the most primitive desire for killing and violence.
At this moment, that voice ignited all the suppressed madness in their hearts.
Countless hoarse and fanatical roars erupted simultaneously, sweeping across the entire desert like a tsunami:
"Revenge!!"
"Revenge!! Revenge!!"
"--"
The sound waves hit the heaven and earth one after another like substance, and even the yellow sand under your feet jumped slightly in the vibration.
Zhongli Wu stood under the black army of Fallen Ones.
Looking up at the black torrent that almost covered the entire sky, my heart was filled with an unprecedented shock.
He murmured to himself, with an almost distorted excitement in his voice:
"With the help of these Fallen Ones... it will take less than ten days!"
"No! In less than three days, I, Holy Spirit Cult, can conquer the entire Star Luo Empire!!"