Douluo: The Bright Era

Chapter 234 Two Great Killing Gods Gather, Shaking the Killing City!
at the same time.

In the capital of killing, a very large chair was placed at the front of a dark and spacious room.

The chair is inlaid with blue and purple crystals, and these crystals are outlined in the shape of a skull. Except for the chair, the surrounding environment is dark red, giving people a feeling of depression and madness.

Under the chair, in the open space of the room, there were dozens of figures standing.

Although these people have tried their best to restrain their aura, there is still an extremely strong smell of blood from all over their bodies.Obviously, these people are the real high-level people in the killing capital.

But at this moment, all of them looked extremely terrified, looking at the figure on the chair from time to time, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

"The great king."

After a long time, a woman summoned up the courage to ask.

"My subordinates have received news that Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhundian has been sitting in the tavern for a long time. Wuhundian has always kept us safe, but now, she suddenly appeared in this place. Could it be? , Wuhundian is going to tear up the millennium peace treaty with us?"

As soon as the woman's words were spoken, there was a commotion from the upper echelons of the killing capital.

Although these people knew the news a long time ago, they still felt a little nervous when they heard it again.

The peace between Slaughter City and Wuhundian has been maintained for thousands of years, and the two sides have even formed a rare tacit understanding. Wuhundian is responsible for killing those notorious but powerful people in the mainland, and they need to pay a high price. The murderers who can be killed are driven to the capital of killing.

The Slaughter City is responsible for "internal digestion" of these murderers, at least, to prevent these people from getting out of the Slaughter City.

"Is Wuhundian crazy?"

A brawny man with a rough appearance raised his head and shouted.

"Our Killing Capital poses no threat to the mainland at all. Is she trying to trouble us at this time because she wants to plunge the entire continent into chaos?"

"Isn't that what you should say?"

An old man with a sinister face sneered and spoke suddenly.

"A pervert who killed dozens of teachers in the Wuhun Hall, and killed an unknown number of ordinary people on the way to escape, will be worried about the stability of the mainland? If you are afraid, just say it, don't talk about these high-sounding things disgusting people."

The brawny man was obviously quite afraid of the old man, and it was only a slight resentment that flashed in his eyes when he was humiliated in public like this, and then he lowered his head embarrassingly.

Maybe it was because the enemy was approaching and everyone was nervous, or maybe it was because the strong man and the old man had a head start.

Other high-level people in the killing capital also expressed their views one after another.

However, these people were originally paranoid or pathological murderers. Apart from respecting the King of Slaughter, there was no obvious order in the Slaughter City.

In addition, these people originally had conflicts with each other, and soon there were bursts of quarreling in the room.

The whole room was so noisy that it didn't look like the meeting hall of the Killing City, but rather like a group of street shrews scolding each other.

And from beginning to end, the Slaughter King sat at the top, watching all this quietly.

——For him, the only trustworthy direct lineage is the law enforcement.

After so many years of baptism by Bloody Mary, this group of so-called "high-level people" has long been insane. To him, these "high-level people" can only be used as blood for Hell Road besides being used as high-end cannon fodder on the battlefield. Reserve this for one use.

"stop."

After a while, seeing that the quarrel between this group of people intensified, and even became angry, several people with old grievances were about to draw their swords to face each other. The King of Slaughter frowned slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, making a silent cry gesture.

The whole room fell into a deathly silence for an instant, and a needle could be heard.

"I will handle Bibi Dong myself."

The Slaughter King had known for a long time that Bibi Dong had sent Tang Yin all the way here, so why would he care.

The reason why this meeting was held was to stabilize the morale of the army.

He is preparing to do a big event, and during this period of time, he doesn't want to cause more trouble.

"Yes."

Everyone nodded.

It's just that although they said yes, they still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After all, they don't know Bibi Dong's purpose like the King of Slaughter. From their point of view, Bibi Dong, as the Pope of Spirit Hall, will definitely not risk her life. Title Douluo.

But the Slaughter King had already spoken, and they didn't dare to say anything more.

It's just that some high-level people who originally had other thoughts couldn't help their eyes flickering, and some other thoughts came into their hearts.

It is true that they were hunted down by the Wuhun Temple, and they couldn't get along in the mainland and fled into the city of killing.

But after so many years, the Wuhundian's pursuit of them has long been reduced a lot.

Many people have long wanted to return to the mainland to continue to dominate, but the law enforcement team suffering from the killing capital did not dare to have the idea of ​​fleeing the killing capital.

But now, Wuhundian is going to fight against the Slaughter City, and the Slaughter City naturally doesn't have so much energy to take care of them.

The situation on the mainland is in turmoil. In the troubled times, these murderers with sufficient strength,

Can you do whatever you want?

　Originally, I wanted to give the upper echelon of Slaughter City a bit of a forceful style

　　But after thinking about it, let's respect the original a little bit.
　　To put it bluntly, these high-level officials of the killing city are a group of criminals who were forced to flee to the killing city
　　How much sense of belonging can I have for this place?

　　And if they're really sane enough to keep order and make rules

　　In the outside world, I have been doing well for a long time.
　　and also
　　code word in Internet cafe

　　The people behind keep looking at me

　　What a shame!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)