Since his status is so important, the supreme King of Erosion can be felt even by these ants-like candidates at the foot of the mountain.
They also dreamed of seeing this god in person one day.
But as the heights rose, the air began to become colder, and only the rotten smell of death remained unchanged - the body remains of enslaved mutants on the roadside, surrounded by swollen flies.
There was once a magnificent broken temple here. Even if it was occupied, it could still project its influence to reality. The wreckage was even squirming, as if the vitality that should have been lost was still hovering in their rotten bodies.
The candidates ignored the walking corpses and climbed along the winding mountain roads. The sound of the wind and the evil spirits wandering in the wind guided them through the arches with fangs. Although screams and jingling hammers, or strange invisible shadows came from behind, no one turned back, because the selection was a game of death. The winner was alive, the loser would die, and even if he did not die from his competitors, he would die in a dangerous environment.
Soon, they passed through the last arch and came to a narrow iron bridge. From here, they could already see the magnificent Gate of Chasin, but sometimes it was close at hand, which also meant that it was far away.
The bridge spans over the abyss and connects the towering tower on the black stone on the edge of the cliff opposite.
However, there are already people on this road.
In the middle of the bridge, five figures turned around, each of them was a fierce monster, each of which stained the battle robe with blood, and even the loser's head hung around their waists.
Without any unnecessary words, the four of them took out their respective weapons.
Four to 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 fight for my life this time."
Cisson's voice was a little excited, the corners of his eyes twitched from the impending violence, and his fingers holding the battle axe creaked.
The slave candidate also picked up his weapon, a spear with a quaint shape, with a magical orange color on the blade.
"kill!!!"
With a roar, the four of them rushed along the bridge toward their opponents.
The five people on the opposite side also roared and rushed up.
But the first thing that collided was not weapons, but lightning and flames. Although they were exhausted, they still squeezed out their last spiritual energy to attack each other. The air suddenly filled with fierce sparks and loud noises, and the huge impact shocked the entire bridge began to tremble.
The two figures were each screaming and were knocked down to the abyss. Each team had one. This way of death was not honorable, but there was no choice.
Cisson roared almost madly, and the tattoo surrounding him turned as bright as blood, which made him resist the sweeping flames and lightning. Then he punched through the chest of a sword-holder opposite him, and then smashed his head to the other party, smashing his face twisted by pain to pieces. The slave ventured to step on the edge of the bridge, like a flexible bird, running in a wire-like danger, piercing a man with a spear.
The man in armor and the cloak of human skin held a sharp sword against a man who also held a black spear, and he looked forward to the enemy wielding a spear to resist the attack, thus exposing a defensive weakness, and then he—
However, the other party slammed the bridge with the handle of the weapon and spit out the most hatred syllable he had ever heard.
The tip of the black flame spear burst out and ran raging across the ground. The man raised his arms in vain to try to protect himself, but instead of feeling the burning pain, he felt his internal organs being dismantled, and the demon claw of the supreme heaven grabbed his muscles and bones, twisting them hard.
The human skin cloak fell to the ground, and his whole body fell forward, and his lower body began to dissolve. Through the nausea pus dripped from his eyes, he looked at his hands. The bones in his fingers had turned into powder, and the flesh and blood were stretched into ribbons.
He tried to moan, but could only spit out his saliva, as his lower lip and tongue had melted together, twitching weakly.
"die!"
At this time, there were 2 people left on the opposite side, and there were 2 people left on the side. Cisson attacked fiercely at the black spear holder, but the other party easily dodged away.
But he knew that he could not give the other party a chance to chant the spell. This person's witch power was very strong, so he was so strong that he had to attack. So he ignored the spear blade that was passing by like a storm, and rushed and beat him hard. With the powerful defensive power emitted by the tattoo that had already begun to ignite, he forced his opponent to exchange for injuries.
Faced with such a crazy opponent, the spear holder was a little uncomfortable. After being scratched on his chest and left arm, he wanted to pull away. However, the howling Shisong still bit him like a mad dog, and finally forced the man to suddenly turn around and throw out the robe on his body.
The robe full of human faces immediately burned a blue-blue flame and covered the crazy blood-colored tattoo of Shisong's body, making Shisong feel like falling into an ice cellar, and his speed suddenly slowed down.
The next second, a spear came like a poisonous snake and pierced into his shoulder.
"What a mean crow species!"
The instantaneous severe pain actually stimulated the crazy blood in Cisson's body. This was the trump card left by his mother to save his life. However, once this thing is used, the success rate will decrease a lot when he undergoes modification surgery in the future.
But only when you are alive can you talk about the future. Amid the terrifying roar, a symbol belonging to the Blood God suddenly popped out from his chest.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
His brain seemed to be ignited in an instant. Cisson had forgotten everything at this time, and the whole world turned blood red, and his only goal was the ugly and astonished face as an ugly bird.
"Kill kill kill kill!!!"
Cisson turned into a frenzy blood-colored whirlwind, roaring towards his opponent. The man rushed to raise his spear to resist, but the huge force directly patted his weapon aside, and then the axe had an intimate contact with his forehead.
"Kill!!!"
He chopped the other party down with an axe, and then cut the other party down in half, then slashed the corpse on the ground dozens of times until it turned into a pool of vague flesh and blood.
"Slaves!"
But the killing had not stopped yet, and Cisson's vague consciousness told him that he had another person to kill, and that guy-
"You will die sadly at the hands of a slave..."
The next second, a spear penetrated Cisson's chest. He looked down at all this in disbelief, and then grabbed the spear's stone spear with his hands.
"No...Impossible...How can you hurt..."
"Timatsu, were you surprised?"
The other party's ghostly voice came to his ears, as if it was a death-seeking demon.
Chapter completed!