DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 316: The City Without Lords. How to Avoid the Selection Process
The golden light closest to him landed on a hill ten miles away. A god domain-level expert who had been hiding here was blown up by the golden light.
He shouted while running wildly. Then, he gradually merged into a pool of blood and disappeared.
Suddenly, Joelson realized.
The selection process once a month begins.
The black-gold sun identifies the knocked out and the winner according to the intensity of the killing force.
After 10,000 rays of golden light, another 100 pillars of light fell from the sky.
From a distance, Joelson saw a body flying from each pillar of light.
Some were happy, some were laughing, some were silent, and some were fighting desperately.
This process lasted for several hours before everything returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
Every month, the vast Land of Slaughter lost 10,000 people. It was like a spoonful of water taken from a pond. No effect at all.
Moreover, more people would be thrown next, so this killing game could continue.
Looking at the golden black sun, Joelson took a deep breath, and his eyes became firm.
If he continued to rely on his own speculation to control the killing power in his body, an accident would definitely occur.
He must find a place where the assassins gathered and gather more information to analyze on his own.
Joelson continues to move toward the black-gold sun.
...
"This is the place?"
Joelson looked into the distance. Faintly he could see the outline of the towering city.
This city is huge. Despite being so far away, he still could not see both sides clearly.
"Yes, my lord."
A demigod respectfully stood beside Joelson, answering.
A demigod has great respect for a god. If anyone saw this, they would definitely be so shocked that they would not be able to keep their mouths shut.
This guy previously thought so too. For this, he had to pay the price of an arm.
The god next to him was so powerful that it was beyond his comprehension. Be it the strength of his territory or the power of the slaughter laws, they were all extremely powerful.
He only needed to use one move to crush himself into dust.
Thinking of his companion's miserable fate, this demigod would inevitably swallow a mouthful of saliva.
There is no possibility of a fight at all!
No one would believe him even if he told them.
"This is the ownerless city you're talking about?"
Joelson asked calmly.
The Demigod hurriedly nodded and replied, "Yes, my lord. A city without owners is where most of the assassins gather. There are ascetics and hedonists, and almost all of the most powerful experts of the Slaughter Land live here."
"The strongest expert?"
Joelson frowned a little. "Shouldn't the most powerful experts have long been teleported as the victors? How could they possibly remain in the Land of Slaughter? How could the Slaughter Land give birth to the most powerful experts?"
"Most of the most powerful experts were either extremely powerful in other types of laws or they used special methods to lower the power of their own slaughter laws to a level below the top 100."
"Special method."
Joelson narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Yes." Yeah."
Demigod lowered his voice and said, "Many people will deliberately put most of the power of the law of slaughter within their bodies into other objects, such as the fruit of slaughter or the crystal of the law. Only after the election is decided whether they can reabsorb it."
"Although doing so would cause them to lose some of their strength, it was the best way to avoid selection."
"Their strength will fluctuate within a month and the day of the election is when many experts are at their weakest position in a month."
As if he had thought of something, Joelson snorted coldly. "You know a little."
The demigod laughed. "Again, as far as I know, the Land of Slaughter has been going on for at least tens of thousands of years. Many people know the rules of this place. Everyone wanted to leave, but they definitely did not want to go as a winner!"
The Demigod silently glanced at the black-gold sun in the sky, then said in a low voice, "It should be, the most powerful experts are all gathering strength, after all, prepare to one day break through the shackles and leave this place. No one wants to be a prisoner for the rest of their lives!"
Joelson fell silent, then asked once more, "What level of power do the most powerful experts have?"
"The top gods" said the demi-god.
"Is there a god?"
"There once was."
Demigod recalled, "However, he was quickly chosen as the winner. That person once caused an incredible sensation in the Land of Slaughter. He slaughtered nearly 30% of the people in the Land of Slaughter and a blood mist covered the sun. In just two short months, he rose from the early stages of the demigod level to become a god. He could be considered a legend!"
Joelson subconsciously asked, "What's his name?"
The demigod thought for a moment, then said in a serious manner, "It seems to be called... Barnards!"
And then, the two of them walked into the city without an owner.
Just like the name of this city, this was a city that had no masters or rules.
The ownerless city was like a countless pile of irregular stones. It gave off a very chaotic and disorganized impression.
As Joelson made his way to this great city, the streets were surging with rubble and thick black objects. It was blood that solidified and, occasionally, one could see rotting bones and decomposing corpses.
"Dead!"
Two figures shouted as they stormed past Joelson, accompanied by ferocious screams and screams of agony.
Joelson sees a god-level expert being ripped apart on the street by a demigod. His limbs were dismembered and his internal organs were splattered everywhere.
Seeing this, no one stopped him. All the surrounding spectators laughed loudly as they watched. They took a deep breath of the blood mist that filled the air, an expression of greed and enjoyment on their faces.
Every time, a battle would erupt. Maybe it was just because of a glance or a small gesture but it was enough to cause conflict and slaughter.
Joelson frowned. The ownerless city was filled with tyrannical, twisted, and abnormal wills, causing him to feel waves of discomfort.
"There's nothing called a rule here. Strength is everything. Given your strength, my lord, you will definitely be able to live a very comfortable life in an ownerless city. Maybe you'll be one of the most powerful."
The Demigod who led the way for Joelson had a flattering smile on his face, but a strange look was hidden in his eyes.
Joelson looked at her coldly but did nothing.
Suddenly, he flew into the air, then turned to face Joelson.
Pretending fierce, he shouted, "Son, you stole my slaughter fruit and now you want to escape? You seek death!"