20demayo Chapter 20 The God of Slaughter Arrives
Chapter 20 The God of Slaughter Arrives
Chapter 20 The God of Slaughter Arrives
"Of course it's true, Kuiba won't break his promise."
"You're right, it's all in the past. So, are we friends now?"
Huanming nodded. "That's absolutely true."
Yun Sha blinked and said with a faint smile, "You are indeed different from all the men I have ever met. Being friends with you is my luck, but also my misfortune."
Why?
"Because you are so wonderful, I'm afraid I might not be able to resist falling in love with you. What would I do then?"
Huanming rolled her eyes. "You're joking again."
"Hehe... From what you just said, it seems you have a way to get out of the Killing City?"
Yun Sha covered her mouth and chuckled softly, but no one noticed the fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes.
From the start of the conversation until now, Yunsha has known that Huanming is someone she can never have.
She still harbored a longing in her heart, but at the same time, she was conflicted.
We are ultimately from two different worlds.
Huanming smiled and said, "You should know better than me how to get out of the City of Slaughter."
Yun Sha was stunned, then turned pale with shock, got out of bed and stood in front of him: "Are you crazy? That's a hundred consecutive wins!"
Achieving a 100-win streak in the Killing Arena is an extremely risky endeavor.
Even if Huanming can use "Pulse Techniques," there's always someone stronger, and he might just unexpectedly fall into a trap one day.
Among the top-ranked contestants, there are quite a few Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, and even Soul Saints.
Although those contestants couldn't use soul skills, they could still kill Huanming with their soul power alone!
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm going to take on a challenge, not to die."
Yun Sha was speechless, her lips twitching but no sound came out.
Huanming muttered to himself, "When I go out, I'll take you with me. You must really want to see the outside world again."
"Do you think the King of Carnage would allow it?"
"I have my own way of doing things, you'll see in time."
Yun Sha rubbed her head. "You really are a little madman."
Huanming didn't care at all. "By the way, don't drink Bloody Mary anymore. It's not a good thing."
"Even if you don't say it, I'm not going to drink it." Yun Sha nodded gently.
"Such a high level of awareness?"
"Because I feel that you shouldn't have a fallen friend. I gave up my fallen identity for you."
Huanming couldn't help but complain, "If you didn't know better, you'd think that Fallen Ones were some kind of high-class status."
"Speaking of the Fallen Ones... Huanming, have you really thought this through? Do you really want to protect those blood slaves?" Yunsha asked.
Now that Huanming is her man, and indirectly also the man of the King of Slaughter, the Fallen Ones naturally dare not plot against him anymore.
But if we protect those blood slaves, then it's hard to say what might happen to some extremists; who knows if they might go completely mad.
"They are not blood slaves, they are human beings, just like you and me, living, breathing human beings."
"But……"
"Let's go, let's head to the Killing Arena now."
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For the next two weeks, Huanming's plan went smoothly.
He challenged many of the players on the leaderboard and, unsurprisingly, won against them all.
He has risen from 98th place to 77th, showing the potential of a dark horse.
And under his protection, the group of blood slaves finally survived.
But everything has two sides. While protecting the group of blood slaves, he also indirectly offended many people.
Although those people dared not openly touch Huanming, they were secretly plotting a conspiracy, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to Huanming.
Of course, that's all in the future.
On this day, an uninvited guest arrived at the palace of the King of Slaughter.
It was a woman wearing a long black dress, with a ghost mask on her face, and her eyes gleaming coldly beneath the mask.
His demeanor was unapproachable, exuding a murderous aura, like a living god of death.
Knowing she was coming, the King of Slaughter had sent all the maids away beforehand.
"Lord Rakshasa, what brings you here? Please, have a seat."
The King of Slaughter wore a faint smile.
The God of Slaughter, Rakshasa, also known as Bibi Dong, got straight to the point after she sat down.
"Your Excellency, King of Slaughter, I informed you of my purpose half a month ago."
Actually, Bibi Dong is also quite annoying. This is the downside of becoming a God of Slaughter: she will be detected the moment she arrives in the City of Slaughter.
She wanted to sneak away and capture Kuiba, but that was impossible; she had to get past the King of Slaughter.
"Oh, is it because of that brat named Kuiba?"
"Hehe." Bibi Dong didn't want to waste words.
"This is a bit tricky," the King of Slaughter said, looking troubled.
Bibi Dong said coldly, "Your Excellency, King of Slaughter, are you not even willing to give me this much face?"
She, a mighty Goddess of Slaughter, only wanted one person; the King of Slaughter shouldn't have refused her.
There's only one reason he's being disrespectful: he's already discovered the value of the Kuiba.
This makes her situation somewhat difficult.
The King of Slaughter gave a forced smile. "Lord Rakshasa, I have already bestowed the Kuiba upon someone else. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to take it back now. A king's word is law, and I cannot go back on my word in front of my people."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath: "King of Slaughter, I don't want to waste words. Name your terms. I must take that person with me."
"Conditions? What conditions? I've already given it to someone else, and I can't change my mind so easily." The King of Slaughter simply spread his hands, resorting to shamelessness, and then said with difficulty:
"Your Majesty Rakshasa, you know how difficult it is for me to get things done in the City of Slaughter. With so many fallen ones, what can I possibly accomplish even as king?"
"King of Slaughter, is it meaningful for us to say such things?" Bibi Dong's voice grew colder and colder.
These are all people in high positions of power; there's absolutely no need for them to engage in this kind of evasive maneuvering.
"My words are irreversible. Unless you can get the current master of Kuiba to change his mind, there is nothing I can do to help you."
Bibi Dong was so angry she laughed. "I am the mighty Goddess of Slaughter! What is the master of Kuiba? How dare he refuse me? Was this necessary?"
"The necessary procedures are still required, Lord Rakshasa. As long as you get the owner of Kuiba to give Kuiba to you, you can take him away. I will be happy to send you away."
The King of Slaughter's smile was somewhat enigmatic.
"Hmph, who is the master of Kuiba now?"
"Yunsha, my maid."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Absolutely not."
Bibi Dong was very angry because she felt that the King of Slaughter was simply playing with her.
Why should a maid refuse to let her kill the Rakshasa god?
If she just asked, wouldn't that lowly maid obediently hand over the Kuiba?
This process is so boring!
"Alright then, have someone bring that maid and Kuiba here. I'll wait for them here."
The King of Slaughter nodded and smiled, "No problem, Lord Rakshasa, please wait a moment."
(End of this chapter)