Planting a sacred tree from Douluo

Chapter 89 The Son of God
After a few reminiscences, the relationship between Fang Yuan and the King of Slaughter rose sharply, and the master-student relationship in the words almost overflowed. Anyone who read it would give a thumbs up and praise the good relationship between the teacher and the student.

Of course, only they themselves know what the relationship between the big and small foxes is.

"Actually, you can take a teammate along with you on Hell Road, but you are a god test after all, and the situation may be different and special. Moreover, during this period of time, there are no players on the killing field who are about to reach Baisheng. This time, maybe It's up to you alone."

"However, since you are already prepared, I believe you will have no problem. As for the opening day of Hell Road... how about tomorrow?"

"Everything is up to the king." Fang Yuan said softly.

Such an attitude made the smile on the Slaughter King's face even bigger.

He just likes such a sensible Fang Yuan!
"That's enough nonsense, you go back and prepare well, come to the killing field early tomorrow morning, and open the road to hell!"

"Yes."

Fang Yuan retreated respectfully.

In the huge dark room, only the King of Slaughter and the Knight of Slaughter remained.

The Slaughter King didn't speak. He sat on the throne inlaid with blue and purple crystals, quietly looked at the Slaughter Knight, and waved a wine glass filled with dark red liquid, which was dragged to the Slaughter Knight by his soul power. forward.

"It's been a long time since we talked like this, Sid."

The strange yet familiar name made the killing knight pause slightly.

"What a strange name, Wang, you haven't called me that in decades, right?" The killing knight looked at the specially made Huangquanlu that was dragged by the bloody soul power and floated in front of him.

The drink that should have made him intoxicated, but at this moment it was so tasteless, but the Killer Knight still took it and drank it down in one gulp.

Bloody, rancid.

Not only did the killing knight not feel the soothing feeling brought by drinking Huangquan dew before, but he felt that the taste of this cup of Huangquan dew was so disgusting!
Huangquanlu is human blood, and the evil spirit contained in it can be described as extremely cold.

This kind of power can only be described as relying on defense for the killing knight who has swallowed the blood ganoderma and is exuberant in Yanghuo.

The strange emotion obviously caught the attention of the Slaughter King, but he didn't get angry, and his tone remained calm.

"Memories of the past are always memorable. I remember that at that time, you also just entered the killing capital. You were brave, cruel, and killed nearly a hundred times, making countless fallen people terrified."

"Later, you joined me and became the law enforcement officer of the Slaughter City. You swore allegiance to me and became my knight..."

"Wang, these are all old things, and it's really embarrassing to say them now."

Killer Knight let out a haha.

"Yeah, it's all old things."

The Slaughter King shook his head, and filled his wine glass with a whole glass of Huang Quanlu.

But he didn't drink, but suddenly raised his head and looked at the killing knight: "Sid, do you still remember your oath of knight?"

Oath of the Knights...

There was a flash of nostalgia in the eyes of the killing knight. Even if that memory was not good, it was not worth recalling, but it was always like this in the past, wasn't it?
However, he also vaguely guessed the meaning of the Slaughter King's words in his heart.

"I have never forgotten my original oath, my lord."

"really?"

The Slaughter King took a sip of Huang Quanlu: "I want to listen to it again."

Without the slightest hesitation, the killing knight knelt down on his left knee, clenched his right hand and put it on his chest: "As you wish, king."

"I swear by my heart—"

"'Loyalty' will become the character I respect all my life, abide by my heart, be loyal to the king, and have no regrets in my life!"

"'Honor' will become an existence that surpasses my life, and I will defend the honor of killing for the rest of my life without regret!"

"'sacrifice'……"

A hoarse and deep voice echoed in the dimly lit hall.

With the firm words of the killing knight, the smile on the killing king's face grew stronger, but the killing knight's expression became a little dazed.

Fang Yuan's face could not help appearing in his mind, that slightly immature but extremely resolute face.

"Sid, tell me."

"Who is everything about you, what you are loyal to, what you believe in, and what you are willing to give everything for!"

The voice of the Slaughter King rang in his ears, and the image in the Slaughter Knight's mind gradually became clear. The figure belonging to Fang Yuan was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At the same time, he raised his head, looked at the Slaughter King, and told him the answer.

"It's the king!"

"It's the King of Slaughter!"

"Hahahahahaha, good, good!"

The bloody king stood up from the throne, and the wanton laughter echoed in the dim hall. The agitated emotions even affected the soul power, rendering the whole hall a deep red.

The Slaughter Knight lowered his head, and amidst the wild laughter, his eyes became more determined.

"He is the real...king of the Slaughter City!"

……

"Have you heard that the Slaughter Shura in the past was actually made a holy son by the King of Slaughter!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? This news has spread throughout the killing capital as early as last night. It is said that the ceremony was held in the killing field of hell!"

"Damn it, then don't go and see it!"

"Laughing, do you think it's your turn to watch? When the news was released last night, the entire killing field in hell was already overcrowded, and there were no seats left."

"what?!"

Such a prosperous age was absent, and countless fallen people in the killing capital sighed.

And the fallen people in the killing field of hell are immersed in the carnival, enjoying this grand event belonging to the killing capital!

"Aren't we going down?"

On the high platform of the Hell Slaughtering Field, Zhu Zhuqing looked at the cheering crowd below, and asked in a low voice.

Today is the day for Fang Yuan to be officially canonized as the Holy Son. Shouldn't the maids go down to cheer and celebrate together?

Isn't it a bit too rude to stand on a high place like this...

"Go down?"

Nightingale showed a strange smile, and looked at the carnival fallen people below: "Sister Zhuqing, although we are deeply favored by the Holy Son, we must not mess up the etiquette."

"As maids, how can we compete with these sacrifices?"

"Sacrifice?"

The three girls were all taken aback, their faces full of bewilderment, completely unable to understand the meaning of what Nightingale said.

And just when Nightingale was about to explain, a blood-red figure suddenly descended from the sky.

In the next second, the atmosphere in the killing field of hell suddenly rose to the extreme!

"The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter!"

Countless fallen people looked at the King of Slaughter in mid-air and raised their arms and shouted. The cheers resounded throughout the killing field of hell. Their voices gradually became quieter when the King of Slaughter pressed his hand.

"I'm happy, very happy."

"You should all have received the news. Yes, today, our Slaughter City will usher in its first holy son!" The Slaughter King looked at the entrance and exit of one end of the Hell Slaughter Field, with a low but sharp voice The sound echoed across the sky.

"Let us please kill Shura!"

(End of this chapter)