Since his status is so important, the one who can live in the Mahakala Palace is naturally the supreme Heart Corruption King. His divine power can be felt even by these ant-like candidates under the mountain.
They also dream of one day being able to see the deity in person.
But as the altitude climbed, the air began to become colder and colder, and only the rotting smell of death remained unchanged - it was the body remains left by the enslaved mutants on the roadside, surrounded by swollen flies.
There used to be a magnificent Broken Temple here. Even if it was occupied, it could still project its influence on reality. The remains were even squirming, as if the life force that should have been lost long ago was still hovering in their decaying bodies.
The candidates ignored the walking corpses and climbed up the winding mountain road. The sound of the wind and the evil spirits wandering in the wind guided them through the fanged arches, although there were screams and clanging sounds behind them from time to time.
The sound of hammers, or strange invisible shadows, but none of them looked back, because selection is a death game, the winner will live, the loser will die, even if he does not die from his competitors, he will die from the dangerous environment.
Soon, they passed through the last arch and came to a narrow iron bridge. From here, they could already see the magnificent Chasin Gate, but sometimes being close at hand also meant being far away.
This bridge spans the abyss and connects the towering towers on the black stone on the opposite cliff.
However, there are already people on this road.
In the middle of the bridge, five figures turned around, each of them looked fierce, each of them had their shirts stained with blood, and they even had the heads of losers hanging on their waists.
Without any extra words, the four of them took out their respective weapons.
Four versus five, this will be a bloody battle, and no one knows whether they can survive to the end, especially on such a narrow battlefield.
"I'm going to risk my life this time."
Tsushima's voice was a little excited, the corners of his eyes twitched at the impending violence, and the fingers holding the battle ax creaked.
The slave candidate also picked up his weapon, a spear with a simple shape, the blade of which shone with magic orange.
"kill!!!"
With a roar, the four of them rushed towards their opponents along the bridge.
The five people on the opposite side also roared and charged forward.
But the first thing that collided was not the weapons, but the lightning and flames. Even though they were exhausted, they still squeezed out the last of their spiritual energy to attack each other. The air was filled with fierce sparks and loud noises, and there was a huge impact.
The whole bridge began to tremble.
The two figures screamed and were knocked down into the abyss, one from each team. This death was not glorious, but there was no choice.
Jisatsu roared almost crazy, and the tattoos surrounding his body turned as bright red as blood, which allowed him to resist the sweeping flames and lightning. Then he punched the chest of the sword-wielding man opposite him, and then used
The slave hit his head against the opponent, smashing the face that was twisted in pain. The slave stepped on the edge of the bridge risklessly, like a flexible bird, running through the dangerous situation like a steel wire, piercing it with a spear.
one person.
The man wearing armor and a human skin cloak raised a sharp sword against a man also holding a black spear. He expected the enemy to wave the spear to resist the attack, thereby exposing a defensive weakness, and then he——
However, the other party slammed the butt of his weapon against the bridge and uttered the most hateful syllables he had ever heard.
The tip of the black flame spear burst out, raging through the ground. The man raised his arms in vain to try to protect himself, but he did not feel the burning pain, but felt that his internal organs were being torn apart, and the heaven's
The devil's claws gripped his muscles and bones, twisting them forcefully.
The human skin cloak knelt on the ground, and his whole body fell forward. His lower body began to dissolve. Through the disgusting pus dripping from his eyes, he looked at his hands. The bones in his fingers had turned into powder, and his flesh and blood were stretched.
Became a ribbon.
He tried to moan, but could only spit because his lower lip and tongue had melted together and twitched feebly.
"die!"
At this time, there were only 2 people left on the opposite side, and 2 people were left on this side. Tsusumatsu ferociously attacked the person holding the black spear, but the other person easily dodged it.
But he knew that he could not give the opponent a chance to recite the spell. This person's witchcraft power was very strong, so strong that it was exaggerated. He had to attack quickly, so he ignored the spear blades that were passing by like a storm, and just rushed and struck hard.
Relying on the powerful defensive power of the tattoo that had started to spontaneously ignite, he fought hard against the opponent and exchanged injuries for injuries.
Facing such a crazy opponent, the spear wielder was a little uncomfortable. After being scratched on the chest and left arm, he wanted to pull away. However, the howling Tsushima still clung to him like a mad dog, and finally
This forced the man to suddenly turn around and throw away his robe.
The robe full of human faces immediately burned with blue flames and covered the crazy bloody tattoos on Cisong's body. Cisong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his speed suddenly slowed down.
The next second, a spear came out like a poisonous snake and pierced his shoulder.
"What a despicable crow!"
The instant severe pain stimulated the blood in Cisong's body. This was the last trump card left by his mother to save his life. However, once this thing is used, the success rate of his future transformation surgery will be greatly reduced.
But at this time, we can only talk about the future if we are alive. Amidst the terrifying roar, a symbol belonging to the Blood God suddenly protruded from his chest.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
His brain seemed to be ignited in an instant. Cisatsu had forgotten everything at this time, the whole world turned blood red, and his only target was that startled face as ugly as a bird.
"Kill kill kill kill!!!!"
Cisong turned into a crazy bloody whirlwind, roaring and crashing into the opponent. The man hurriedly raised his spear to resist, but the huge force directly knocked his weapon aside, and then the ax made close contact with his forehead.
.
"Kill!!!!"
Cutting the opponent down with one strike of the axe, Tsusumatsu struck again, cutting the opponent in half, and then furiously slashed at the corpse on the ground dozens of times until it turned into a blur of flesh and blood.
"Slave breed!"
But the killing hadn't stopped yet. Cisatsu's vague consciousness told him that he still had one more person to kill, and that guy——
"You will die miserably at the hands of a slave..."
The next second, a spear penetrated Cisong's chest. He lowered his head and looked at everything in disbelief, and then firmly grasped the stone tip of the spear with his hand.
"No...impossible...how could you hurt..."
"Tsematsu, are you surprised?"
The other party's ghostly voice reached his ears, as if it was a demonic voice urging death.
"How sad it is to die at the hands of a slave? This is called the strong alone. Remember, my name is Yesi."