Chapter 48: Huh? I fight the Angel Legion? Really? Rumor has it that the road leading to the City of Slaughter is hidden in a small town, a town that looks ordinary but exudes a strange atmosphere. The houses here are arranged in an orderly manner, and most of the walls are in an old gray tone. On the narrow and winding streets, the cobblestone roads have been polished smooth by the years. Occasionally, there are a few shabby oil lamps on both sides of the street, emitting a faint and flickering light, as if they could go out at any time. The town was filled with a faint smell of blood and decay, which made people's breathing unconsciously become suppressed. Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blew by, making the dilapidated doors and windows creak, as if countless evil spirits were wailing. In the center of the town, there is an ancient well, the water is dark and deep, as if hiding many unknown secrets. The surrounding trees are also strangely shaped, with twisted branches, as if telling what happened here. This small town, like a forgotten corner of Douluo Continent, quietly waits for those who are about to step into the City of Slaughter. However, the small town, which is usually so quiet as if forgotten by time, presents a completely different scene today. The streets that were previously sparsely populated suddenly became crowded with people. People came from all directions with different expressions and purposes. The narrow streets were instantly filled with bustling crowds, and the noise was endless.
At this moment, the dilapidated houses were also full of people. They were talking in fear or excitement, or looking around curiously, as if looking for something. Every corner of the town seems to be injected with vitality and vigor, forming a sharp contrast with the desertedness of the past, as if a grand carnival is quietly unfolding here. For some unknown reason, the crowd gradually began to move towards the inconspicuous tavern in the town. As if guided by something, they moved towards the inconspicuous tavern in the town one by one. These people walked in and out of the streets at some fast and some slow pace. At first there were only a few of them, but then more and more people joined in. As the crowd gathered, the area around the tavern gradually became lively, and the originally ordinary tavern had now become the focus of the entire town. This tavern is extremely ordinary and looks very simple. It is just a short wooden house with a shabby roof and mottled walls. A large group of people had gathered in front of the tavern. It was already evening, but the tavern was strangely not open. The people who had gathered were gradually becoming impatient, each one more violent than the other, and fights had already started. At this time, a waiter slowly walked out of the tavern. He was of medium build, plain appearance, dressed in simple clothes, with a very calm expression on his face. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the crowd, but he just stood there silently, as if he was waiting for something, or as if he was observing the group of guys who had gathered around. A fierce-looking bald man with a face full of flesh opened his voice impatiently, grabbed the waiter by the collar, and shouted angrily: "Aren't you just a waiter? Why are you pretending here? Didn't they say that those who come here today will be qualified to enter the City of Slaughter? What exactly is that test? Explain it to me!" The waiter's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "You'd better put me down, otherwise you don't want to know the consequences." The bald man's face turned pale and blue, but he finally let go. "You'd better tell me what the test is! Otherwise, I will let you know what cruelty is!" The waiter was leisurely adjusting his collar. Although he was only a Soul Master, he had the big tree of Slaughter City behind him, so he was not afraid of these villains. The waiter said calmly: "We have gathered everyone here today because the actions of the Spirit Hall have become increasingly extreme in recent times. Many of the members who were sent out to the tavern have been killed by them." "More and more people are dying at their hands, and the master is very dissatisfied with this, so we want to integrate all our strength to resist the pursuit of the Spirit Hall!" "Everyone who has come here is a powerful spirit master who has killed and murdered many people. However, because of this, the Spirit Hall has already issued wanted orders for you." "The Spirit Hall is so powerful that a person acting alone is like an egg hitting a rock! And the man behind the Slaughter Tavern! My master! He is the captain of the law enforcement team under the King of Slaughter! He is a powerful Titled Douluo!"
"Entering the Slaughter City is equivalent to obtaining the protection of the King of Slaughter, and your lives are also protected! The Spirit Hall is also unable to break into the Slaughter City!" "And those who can enter the Slaughter City are all truly powerful. You can do whatever you want and whatever you like in there. There are no legal restrictions. It is a paradise for evildoers!" The bald man and a group of fallen soul masters were shocked. There was actually a Titled Douluo protecting them! Their desires were burning, and they couldn't wait to go to the Slaughter City to enjoy it. Cheers rang around the waiter. Ever since being hunted by the Spirit Hall, they have been timid in everything they do. These villains have no place to enjoy themselves, and they have to live with their heads on the line every day. The fallen soul masters could not wait any longer and shouted, "What exactly is that test? Can you please tell me soon?" Their hideous faces were filled with bloodthirstiness and distortion, and they couldn't wait to go to the City of Slaughter so that they could quickly release the madness and desire that had been pent up in their hearts for so long. The waiter continued, "To enter the Slaughter City, one needs to undergo the test of slaughter, and the mission to enter the Slaughter City this time is to resist the angel army sent by the Spirit Hall!" "As long as you can survive, you will be qualified to become a member of the City of Slaughter!" The waiter's face was fanatical, and he couldn't wait to see the next fight! Anyway, with the guarantee of Slaughter City, the people of Spirit Hall would not dare to kill him! Spirit Hall has a cooperation with Slaughter City. The prisoners are sent here. It is impossible to kill the employees of the cooperation party, right? This kind of speech waiter can be said to be a master. He can always order those villains to do things for the tavern. There are always high-quality criminals entering the City of Killing, and he can also rely on these lunatics to satisfy his desires. But what he didn't expect was that those originally ferocious and fanatical lunatics were now looking at him with cold faces, wishing they could eat him alive. The entrance of the bustling pub suddenly became quiet, and the whole atmosphere suddenly became weird. The waiter couldn't help but sweat a few drops on his forehead. "What's wrong? Don't you want to go to the City of Slaughter? That's the place that all the evil people dream of!" "If I could kill the angel army, I would come to your broken killing city! You want to harm me? You are such a fool! Die!" The bald strong man could no longer suppress the anxiety in his heart. He suddenly shouted angrily and directly possessed the martial spirit. White, yellow, purple, purple, and black, five soul rings shining with strange light appeared under his feet. A bloody axe emitting a strong bloody smell appeared out of thin air and was tightly held in his sturdy hands. There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he swung the axe without hesitation, chopping at the waiter with a fierce gust of wind. The waiter didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was hacked to death in this violent attack. Scarlet blood splattered out and dyed the ground red, but the bald strong man just snorted coldly, licked the blood on the axe with his tongue, and showed an intoxicated look on his face. The bald guy's name is Sang Biao. He once massacred several villages. He was a real butcher with a terrible temper. The waiter had no strength but was pretending to be strong. Now he was hacked to death by Sang Biao. Sang Biao's actions caused the fallen soul masters around him to fall into a frenzy, and each of them seemed to have ignited the madness in their hearts. Their faces were full of excitement, and their distorted expressions were like those of the devil. The fallen soul masters did not try to hide their inner joy, and cheered loudly at the top of their lungs. The sound echoed in front of the tavern, carrying a creepy meaning. The deafening shouts seemed to break through the world outside the tavern, filling the entire space with their twisted pleasure and wanton madness. The fallen soul masters were intoxicated by the blood and violence, enjoying the excitement brought by the cruelty and were completely immersed in this decadent atmosphere and unable to extricate themselves. They surrounded Sang Biao, kicked open the door of the tavern, looked at the two trembling waiters in the tavern with disdain, and shouted at the top of their voices: "Hurry up and give each of us a Bloody Mary! Otherwise I'll kill you!" The two waiters were dumbfounded, they didn't expect that their senior who was so powerful before would be killed directly, and they hurriedly served them Bloody Mary. This group of maniacs was really the most ferocious one they had ever encountered, and their identity as waiters in the City of Killing could not give them a sense of security. Then he reached out and pressed a red button under the table. The owner must take action, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. These lunatics cannot be controlled by the weak! Just as the evil soul masters were reveling, a powerful aura swept in like a strong wind, and the captain of the Law Enforcement Team of the King of Slaughter, the Titled Douluo who was able to dominate the continent, appeared. He appeared without any warning, as if he had stepped directly out of thin air. He was wearing jet-black knight armor, exuding a chilling aura, and powerful soul power waves spread around like a tide. Under his majesty, those fanatics dared not even breathe and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably. The originally arrogant Sang Biao immediately put on a flattering look, "Sir, are you here to pick us up to go to the City of Slaughter?" He was very smart and brought all the fallen soul masters present with him. If you cause trouble for everyone just for a waiter, will anyone come to your City of Slaughter in the future? As expected, the captain did not stand up for a waiter, just a soul master, "My title is the Prison Suppressor. If you want to enter the Slaughterland, you must complete the trial, and your trial is to resist the angel army!"
The bald man immediately said bitterly: "Ah? I'm fighting the Angel Legion? Is that true?" "The most common members of the Angel Legion are at the Soul King realm. I'm the strongest here. How can I defeat just one Soul King?" If the man in front of him wasn't a Titled Douluo, he would have chopped him to death with an axe! Hell Douluo gave him a cold look and said, "I will also take action in this operation. All you have to do is survive the battle." In fact, it was the King of Slaughter who issued an order to restrict the development of the Angel Legion. Two months ago, the Angel Legion, which had been safely staying in Wuhun City, suddenly reappeared on the mainland, and seemed to have changed its leader. They were killing fallen soul masters in various ways. The source of evil people in the Slaughter City suffered a great blow. For this reason, the King of Slaughter asked the Prison Douluo to kill all the Angel Legion. The strongest one is just a Soul Sage, and a Titled Douluo is enough to take them down. Sang Biao was actually still not very happy. He was just a beast. You asked him to risk his life? What a joke! I won't go to the Killing City! "Oh! Sir, I remembered that I have something to do at home. Let's wait until tomorrow for the trial." Hell-Suppressing Douluo could tell what Sang Biao was thinking, and sneered, "You can't leave now, the Angel Army is here!" (End of this chapter)