Urban Sims

Chapter 831 The Madman
A few days later.

Wilmot and the others boarded an airship and embarked on a journey back to the headquarters of the Blue Hand guild.

For a distance of tens of millions of kilometers, the airship flew for half a year.

After arriving at the headquarters of the Blue Hand.

The target, Conan Cecil, fell into the hands of Carlo Cisnari again.

What surprised Carlos Cisnari was that after two years of escape, the current Conan Cecil was actually a level 6 magic net walker.

"Why are you practicing so fast?" Carlos Cisnari couldn't help asking.

"After experiencing the scouring of Youhong's power, my soul string has been strengthened, my soul has been strengthened, and my cultivation speed has also accelerated a lot."

Conan explained, and this is not a lie, the reason why he cultivates so fast is indeed due to the "power of Youhong".

"Interesting, very interesting...Little guy, I think you can definitely become a monster with the greatest potential and the most powerful monster in history." Carlos Cisnari exclaimed with a playful smile on his face.

"Master President, I still make a good suggestion: don't imprison me in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, don't connect my soul strings to the power of Youhong, once you do this, you will regret it , more regretful than last time."

Conan said calmly, without any fear on his face.

"I never regret anything I do, and I also want to use your body to do an experiment, an experiment to quickly create a monster."

Carlos Cisnari said with a hint of grimness on his face.

He came up with a way to quickly create the devil, which is to increase the infusion flow of the red power, and instill all the red power absorbed by 100 ordinary purifiers into the test body, so as to speed up the "production speed" of the devil. ".

In this way, it took at least 100 years to create a successful monster, but now it only takes 10 years!
But considering the huge destructive power and corrosiveness of the Youhong power, the danger faced by the purifiers has also increased linearly, and the death rate has also increased linearly.

In other words, no matter how outstanding the talent of the self-linked person is, accepting this kind of experiment may be more or less fatal.

But Carlos Cisnari doesn't care, as long as he can complete the magic net's purification task earlier, no matter how dangerous the experiment is, no matter how many self-connectors are sacrificed, it will be worthwhile.

And Conan Cecil was just the first guinea pig in his new experiment.

So soon, Conan was thrown into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, and was washed away by a hundred times the power of Youhong!

"what!"

"what!!"

In the heavily guarded cave, Conan's screams were heard.

……

the other side.

Wilmot, who returned to the guild headquarters, also got his wish. On the guild ring, he saw the murderer who framed his younger brother—— Dilius Kent.

After signing the life and death certificate.

On the ring, before the duel, the two had a conversation.

"Wilmot, why did you think of finding a law enforcement elder to fight to the death? Don't you know my strength?" Dilius Kent was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and was personable. He looks like a handsome and free-spirited young man.

"Dirius Kent, you must have forgotten how you framed a man named Kelunweiner more than ten years ago? You don't even know, as his brother, I Standing on this ring today is to seek revenge from you, right?"

Wilmot said coldly.

Hearing this, there was a slight commotion under the ring.

Dilius Kent looked calm, shrugged and said: "Sorry, it may be too long, I have forgotten that there is a character named Kelunweiner, if I really killed What he said, I can only express regret."

"Hehe, you have done a lot of evil, it is normal to forget one or two victims, but today, I will double the pain my brother has suffered on you!"

Wilmot said with red eyes and gritted teeth: "I will tear off your limbs, goug out your eyes, tear off your intestines, eat your flesh, pull out your tendons, torture your soul, You let out the most disgraceful screams... In the end, I will crush your throat to end your pain."

As soon as this is said!
There was an uproar downstairs.

The bystanders did not expect that the hatred in Wilmot's heart was so great. Just hearing his bloody description, many bystanders felt sick and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Dilius Kent's expression also changed. How could anyone in this world hate him so much?

But immediately responded in a cold voice: "Do you think you can kill me with your strength?"

The momentum on his body suddenly swelled, and the coercion of the strong man enveloped the entire arena.

Feeling this momentum, some of the bystanders changed their faces drastically, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"This kind of powerful coercion can only be issued by a level 8 immortal warlock."

"Dirius Kent is 48 years old this year, and he is not even 50 years old, so he was promoted to Immortal?"

"Genius, a genius like Dilius Kent is rare in a hundred years."

"It's a sure win. In this duel, Dilius Kent has no chance of losing."

Even Wilmot on the ring changed slightly.

Can't help but say: "Your strength has broken through again?"

Dilius Kent on the opposite side began to attack: "Go down and accompany your brother. For a dead person, no matter how much you know, it is meaningless."

A level 6 attack spell [Azure Light] shot towards Wilmot extremely quickly.

Wilmot dodged sideways, brewing a spell in his hand, and immediately fought back: "So what about level 8 immortality? It won't take me much effort to kill you as a waste!"

It turned out that Wilmot had also recently been promoted to a level 7 legend, only one step away from Dilius Kent.

However, in the past half a year or so, Wilmot has made full preparations, and with the help of the combat support system, he is confident enough to kill Dilius Kent, who does not have much actual combat experience!
So the following competition did meet Wilmot's expectations, but it was beyond the expectations of all onlookers, and even made Dilius Kent feel unbelievable.

In the first 20 minutes, the two interacted with each other, and neither could do anything to the other.

In the middle 20 minutes, Wilmot had found his flaws and weaknesses, and launched a fierce attack targeting his weaknesses, forcing Dilius Kent into a panic, and the wounds on his body increased one after another.

Wilmot was still unscathed, instead, he was like a seasoned hunter, continuously shedding the blood of a prey.

Then I saw the hideous smile on Wilmot's face and the red light in his eyes.

Dilius Kent, who became flustered, felt fear for the first time, and the tricks in his hands became more and more chaotic.

The next 20 minutes will be the shooting scene of a thriller.

That terrible scream.

Useless cries for mercy.

There was a lot of blood on the ring.

And human organs in various states of parts.

The extremely shocking images and unprecedented visual impact made the senior executives of the Blue Hand sitting in the VIP seats stunned, forgetting to call for someone or stop them personally.

Finally, Wilmot, who was covered in blood, laughed madly, and kept shouting "brother, I avenged you", was restrained by several law enforcement elders and forcibly dragged aside.

Dilius Kent, who was lying on the ground, had long since lost his human form, and died extremely thoroughly.

Carlos Cisnari stepped onto the ring to have a look.

The tragic scene in front of him made the corners of his mouth twitch violently and his eyebrows twitch wildly!
Then he glanced at Wilmot who was smirking madly not far away.

"madman."

"He's just crazy!"

(End of this chapter)