Chapter 169 Ten Titled Douluo
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Lei Yin smiled and said, "I don't know where Mr. Amon has gone. Please tell His Majesty the Pope that Duke will go as agreed."
Yue Guan couldn't help but ask again, "What level is your sister, Yan Jin, now? If it's inconvenient to say, then don't answer. Actually, I have a good relationship with her teacher, Walter."
He knew that Yan Jin's strength had always been stronger than Lei Yin's. Even Lei Yin had reached level 75, so what level would Yan Jin reach?
Lei Yin laughed and said, "This is not a secret. She is now level 68. My sister's talent is better than mine. If Mr. Amon didn't need me and forcibly improved my strength, I wouldn't be able to reach my current level."
"I see." Yue Guan's face showed a clear look, and also a faint regret.
Previously, Lei Yin's talent made him feel that his perception might be slightly wrong and he couldn't keep up with the times, but when he said that his strength was forcibly improved, it became reasonable again.
This also made Yue Guan feel sorry for him. A genius who had the potential to become a Titled Douluo in the future had his promising future ruined due to the short-sightedness of the person he was loyal to.
He thought that Lei Yin's so-called forcibly improving his strength meant using certain drugs to increase his soul power level at the cost of future potential.
But what Lei Yin meant was that Amon gave him too many soul bones, helping him to level up too quickly. He didn't have time to familiarize himself with them, which exceeded his control, so that his soul power was still uncontrollably escaping.
Whether it is absorbing soul rings beyond the age limit or fusing soul bones, it will only increase the soul master's potential and will not cause damage.
If Yue Guan understood Lei Yin's true meaning, he would definitely shed tears of sadness. He and Gui Mei had worked for Bibi Dong for so many years, and the two of them together had not gained so much.
After receiving Lei Yin's guarantee, Yue Guan left Night City.
"Is Amon really not here?" Yan Jin carried a charred corpse in her hand, which was a spy sent by the Star Luo Empire.
"Really not here. Compared to me, my sister should know his whereabouts better, right?" Lei Yin smiled faintly.
"Stop it." Yan Jin rolled her eyes. "That was before. He hasn't cared about me much in the past three years. What exactly are you two doing so mysteriously?"
"You have to ask Mr. Amon about this. I can't reveal it casually. You and Romier just need to handle the affairs in the territory. Since Mr. Amon didn't tell you, you don't need to worry too much about other things," Lei Yin replied.
Yan Jin took a deep look at him, "You've changed."
Looking at Yan Jin's gradually receding figure, Lei Yin pinched his eyes, "People always change, whether it's strength, emotions, ambitions, or other things..."
He belatedly put down his right hand and muttered to himself with some doubt:
"Strange, when did I develop this habit? Am I imitating Mr. Amon... That doesn't seem bad either."
The corners of Lei Yin's mouth slowly curved upwards, revealing a smile.
...
South of Tudor Territory, in a desolate town.
On the dark yellow sand, there were withered and curled plants, and strangely shaped shrubs with tumorous knots resembled the claws of demons.
The wind blew through the walls eroded with holes, making a "woo woo" whistling sound, as if the devils of hell were whispering.
This is a dead town, with almost no residents. There are very few people in the town, and only people with special destinations occasionally come here.
These people are either wanted by the empire and can't survive in other places, or they are attracted by the bizarre legends here and come here to find the mad city full of depravity and blasphemy.
Criminals come in batches and leave in batches. The few stone houses that have not been completely eroded by wind and sand have never been filled.
A young man wearing a black robe, a pointed soft hat, and a monocle on his right eye came to the town.
He casually killed two robbers who blocked him in front of him and wanted to rob him, and came to the only relatively intact building in the town, an inn.
The bloody headless corpses reminded everyone that the young man in front of them was not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a man-eating beast.
Amidst the fearful, contemptuous, or uneasy gazes of others, Amon said in an unquestionable tone, "Take me to the City of Slaughter."
Looking at his deep, eerie, and exceptionally mysterious dark eyes, the guide from hell was shocked by his aura and nodded, without even mentioning the assessment.
Following the guide to the basement of the inn, he watched him lift a square stone slab, revealing the entrance to a deep and dark passage.
A cold wind came from below, bringing a chill that penetrated the soul. The pitch-black entrance seemed to be connected to hell, making people fearful, but also possessing a strange magic that tempted people to enter it regardless of everything.
The guide glanced at Amon and slowly walked down the stone steps. Amon followed closely behind.
A small oil lamp, emitting an unstable, flickering light, was the only light in the dark tunnel.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow and quiet space. In addition to the overlapping and echoing footsteps, the breathing of the two could also be heard.
At the end of the tunnel was an ancient stone door, on which were carved reliefs with death and ominous symbolic meanings, such as skulls, underworld birds, and sickles.
The guide placed his right hand on the stone door, leaned his body slightly forward, and began to exert force.
As he exerted force, the heavy stone door rubbed against the ground, making a low sound, which was exceptionally harsh in this secluded tunnel.
Amon walked behind the door, and his eyes suddenly opened up. This was a blue-purple world. The underworld moon in the sky emitted a cold light, and the light seemed to carry a strange power. Looking at it for a long time, the desire for killing and bloodthirsty would be unconsciously aroused in the heart.
He was not the first clone to come to the City of Slaughter, but because the avatars who entered this place could not transmit the message, every time a new Amon came, he would be attracted by this unique underground city and give birth to similar novelty and desire for exploration.
Retracting his gaze from the underworld moon, Amon, led by the Terror Knight, came to the gate of the City of Slaughter.
A girl in black gauze greeted him with a smile:
"Welcome to the City of Slaughter. You will usher in a new life here, and you will also usher in death here."
A crow with a white mark around one eye perched on the battlements, quietly staring at the newly arrived Amon.
An invisible mental field was opened. In this bloody, violent, and deadly city, souls of varying strengths were connected together, communicating through thoughts about what had happened in the three years since they separated.
In the inner city, in a luxurious villa, "Gehrman Sparrow" pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and a trace of waves arose in his well-like eyes, but his expression was as cold as ever.
Hu Liena was wearing small leather armor, stretching her waist, and sitting on the sofa without any image, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.
She noticed the fluctuation in Gehrman's emotions and said in a slightly bewitching voice, "Mr. Gehrman, what's wrong? If there's anything interesting, tell me and share it."
"It's nothing." "Gehrman Sparrow" said in his usual calm tone.
Then, he glanced at Hu Liena and asked, "How many consecutive wins do you have now?"
"83 games. I have to thank Mr. Sparrow for this. If it weren't for your protection, I'm afraid I would have died in some corner long ago," Hu Liena said sincerely.
In the past three years, she had been in danger many times, all because of the protection of the cold man in front of her.
It was he who repeatedly rescued her in time when she came out of the Hell Slaughterhouse and was besieged and in danger.
Either he would drink away those men who were overwhelmed with lust, or he would hold a sharp blade and slaughter those who were stubborn.
She finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in her heart: "Mr. Sparrow, why don't you participate in the Hell Slaughterhouse? With your strength, it shouldn't be too difficult."
Hu Liena, who had won 83 consecutive victories, believed that she was no longer the reckless little girl she used to be and had grown tremendously, but in front of this mysterious and cold man, she was still immature and powerless.
"The God of Slaughter is watered with blood and slaughter. This City of Slaughter cannot support the birth of too many Gods of Slaughter at the same time."
"Gehrman" said coldly, paused, and then continued:
"You have to speed up. The City of Slaughter is not a good place. The air and moonlight here contain subtle toxins. They will lurk into your body, erode your will, and corrode your soul. Get out of here quickly."
"Gehrman, what about you? Aren't you leaving?" A strange emotion flashed in Hu Liena's eyes.
"Idiot, you should leave first. If I go to participate in the Hell Slaughterhouse now, there is a high probability that I will run into you. Do you think you can survive in my hands?"
Although Gehrman looks cold, he is indeed a gentle person... Hu Liena thought to herself.
On the roof that no one noticed, an Amon was lying on the tiles with his legs crossed, with his hands behind his head. He looked at the cold moonlight in the sky, outlined a smile, and muttered to himself:
"The main body is already preparing to take action? Then my progress here is a bit slow, I have to speed it up."
...
Sunlight shone through the gaps between the clouds and onto the earth.
The already magnificent Papal Palace was even more dazzling under the light.
Amon, wearing a black robe, walked up the steps unhurriedly and came to the gate of the Papal Palace.
The guard was about to stop him, but saw Pope Bibi Dong, wearing a gorgeous robe and a purple-gold crown, walking out.
She looked at Amon with a smile and opened her red lips slightly: "I thought you had forgotten our agreement."
"How is that possible? My goal has not yet been achieved, and I don't want to become a target of the Spirit Hall's pursuit. No matter how you look at it, breaking the agreement is not a wise choice for me." Amon raised his right hand and stroked his monocle.
"Are you ready? We can move at any time. Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Tuoba Xi, Walter, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and Guang Ling will all take action," Bibi Dong said with a faint smile.
Although the elders repeatedly made things difficult for her, they also made Bibi Dong feel extremely at ease when they became her helpers.
Ten Titled Douluos! This is enough to wipe out any force on the continent other than Spirit Hall!
Perhaps the Clear Sky Sect at its peak might have been able to resist, but now, there is simply no power that can match it.
Gathering such a powerful force to hunt a ferocious beast comparable to a Super Douluo is more than enough!
Looking at the confident Bibi Dong, the corners of Amon's mouth slowly curved up:
"It's really an unimaginable lineup. It seems that we have a sure chance of winning... I hope we can all achieve our goals."
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