BSI Chapter 111 The Road to Killing God Begins
Chapter 111 The Road to Killing God Begins
Chapter 111 The Road to Killing God Begins
"Xiao San, this crystal is now in your hands. Please give it to the old guy." Jiang Siming said solemnly. After thinking it over again and again, he decided not to go back until his appearance was restored. After all, Jiang Siming's current appearance was indeed very shocking.
"Brother Siming!" Tang San's emotions fluctuated as he spoke. The scenes in the Spirit Hall came to his mind again. Recalling the feeling of being protected but helpless, Tang San clenched his fists.
"Xiao San, the winners are kings and the losers are bandits. This is an eternal truth. You must not have obsessions in your heart, as it is easy to create inner demons." Jiang Siming patted Tang San's shoulder. There are not so many right and wrong in this world, only who is strong and who is weak.
The rules are made by the strong, just like the killing city before us, whoever is strong is the king above all others.
"Brother Siming, I understand." Tang San looked at Jiang Siming sincerely and said.
"Okay! Stop looking at me like that, it feels weird. You've become really good now! You're almost as good as me!" Jiang Siming shamelessly touched his skull face. There are some benefits to becoming like this, at least he won't blush when bragging.
"Just so-so." Tang San scratched his head in embarrassment, but he was obviously very satisfied with his current appearance. Everyone has a desire for beauty.
"I told you that you're fat, and you're still out of breath!" Jiang Siming hit Tang San on the head and he cried out in pain.
After playing around for a while, the two of them sat up straight.
"Brother Siming, before you came, I met someone." Tang San's face was a little gloomy.
"You mean Hu Liena?" Jiang Siming said nonchalantly.
"Brother Siming, you have no friends if you're like this!" Tang San really admired Jiang Siming in front of him, who seemed to know everything.
Feeling Tang San's somewhat admiring gaze, Jiang Siming was secretly delighted, "Can I tell you that I have watched Douluo Continent?"
In the following days, Jiang Siming and Tang San took turns to participate in the Hell Field.
Thanks to the appearance of Jiang Siming, Tang San progressed much faster than in the original work.
Now, Jiang Siming has completed 91 consecutive victories, while Tang San has completed 93. The legend of the Red and White Butler is also circulating in the Hell Field.
Hu Lina, who entered earlier than Tang San, only had 73 victories and was also given the title of Hell Messenger.
Jiang Siming's 92nd game.
As the last head fell to the ground, screams and shouts broke out again.
"Red Butler, Red Butler"
Incessantly.
Jiang Siming ignored these crazy scum and left the hell on his own.
"We are ordinary people." Jiang Siming walked slowly and people kept their distance wherever he passed.
Red Deacon, leave no living thing within three meters.
However, a black figure broke the three-meter taboo.
"Oh! Do you have something to ask me?" Jiang Siming looked at the girl in black veil in front of him and couldn't help rubbing his hands.
"You are a bitch!" The girl in black veil glared at Jiang Siming with hatred.
"Follow me!" After saying that, he left without looking back.
Looking at the girl in front of him, Jiang Siming narrowed his eyes unconsciously and lowered his head to think for a while.
Then he walked in the opposite direction without looking back.
Are you kidding? If you ask me to go with you, I will go with you. Wouldn’t that be too embarrassing?
A flash of cold light and a sharp black sickle stood above Jiang Siming's head.
However, Jiang Siming, who sensed all this, did not stop at all and continued to walk forward on his own.
Jiang Siming could probably guess that the girl in black veil was looking for him, either because she was in love with him, or because the King of Slaughter was looking for him.
Although Jiang Siming doesn't want to be shameless and thinks he is very charming, he still believes in the latter more.
If you act too obedient, the other party will become unscrupulous.
"Are you going to come with me or not?" The cold voice echoed in Jiang Siming's ears.
"Girl! Are you too confident?" There was a flash of coldness in Jiang Siming's eyes, and the sword energy that spread throughout the sky suddenly burst out, knocking the black sickle above his head away. He then slapped the lovely girl in black veil in the face with his backhand, without a trace of pity at all.
"You!" A trace of blood stained the gauze on her mask. The girl in black veil had a look of disbelief on her face. As the messenger of the high and mighty King of Slaughter, she was bullied twice by the same person.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you? It would be better to let him come here himself!" Jiang Siming said domineeringly, turned around and ignored the girl in black veil.
Watching Jiang Siming's back gradually walking away, the girl in black veil turned from shock to anger. The black sickle reaped lives around her one after another. The overwhelming screams and the wantonly spilled blood drove all the onlookers crazy.
This is a perverted city!
There is no night in the city of slaughter, only an endless bloody carnival.
Jiang Siming returned to his residence and squatted in the corner smoking quietly.
"Are you looking for me?" Jiang Siming said lightly, and extinguished the cigarette in his hand, as if he was talking to the air.
"What is your purpose?" The eerie voice seemed to have no source and echoed around Jiang Siming.
"I'm within the rules now." Jiang Siming answered without any fear and lit another cigarette.
"I can feel the murderous aura from you. The number of people you have killed is probably more than the total number of people killed in the entire Slaughter City. Why bother to go through the Road of the God of Killing again?" the eerie voice questioned.
Jiang Siming is not a vicious person, so the only purpose of coming here must be to obtain the Killing God Domain. However, Jiang Siming has a killing heart and does not need the Killing God Domain at all, which also makes the Killing King very confused.
"What do you care about me? This is the rule, the rule made by the strong. Unfortunately, you are not the one who makes the rule!" Jiang Siming said coldly with a hint of disdain.
The reason why Jiang Siming dares to be so arrogant is because the King of Killing must abide by the rules of the City of Killing, and he is originally a person within the rule system.
"Hahaha! Very good! I want to see if you can pass the Road of the God of Death!" The eerie voice became smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.
Jiang Siming stood up and patted his thighs, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
As the system just prompted, I felt a high-quality energy, which should be coming from the King of Killing.
"Tang Chen! Such a strong man, but he died here, what a pity!" Jiang Siming sighed. This is why Jiang Siming reminded Tang San not to have too deep obsession. Tang Chen's obsession with becoming a god was too strong, so he was seduced by the Nine-headed Bat King.
As the only Ultimate Douluo who reached level 99 through his own accumulation, his talent was definitely superior to the other two Ultimate Douluos. However, he has now become a puppet-like existence, which is really a pity.
When the last man on the hell field fell, the victory was finally achieved, accompanied by the shouts and screams of today.
The always mysterious King of Slaughter finally showed up.
"Congratulations! You two have successfully achieved 100 victories! You two can do it." The King of Killing said grimly.
"No need! Let's start the journey of killing the God!" Jiang Siming said without any politeness.
The King of Slaughter was not angry when his speech was interrupted, but smiled strangely, and his two sharp fangs looked extremely intimidating.
"What about you?" The King of Slaughter looked at Tang San strangely.
Tang San also showed no fear at all, and a hint of murderous aura flashed in his eyes.
"I hope you won't regret it!" Along with the eerie voice of the King of Slaughter, the audience shouted for a while and their heads fell to the ground, and the blood gathered in the center of the forbidden platform, as if it had formed a huge blood-red bat.
"The Road to the God of Killing! Open, both of you, please!" The King of Killing smiled strangely again.
(End of this chapter)