Slaughter God's Journey to Immortality

What he said was absolutely correct. Werther cultivated the best body tempering technique in the world, and for the transformation of the body, he was absolutely flawless. Coupled with his height comparable to an adult's, he could be said to be slender and elegant. Hobbes also joked, "Young Master Werther is going to attend tonight's banquet. I'm afraid all the noble women in the imperial capital won't be able to sleep well tomorrow."

The three of them chatted and laughed as they boarded a horse carriage and headed towards the imperial palace. After an hour's walk, they arrived outside of the palace walls. There, they saw the Imperial Guards demanding access to the city, without any hesitation at all due to the fact that they were the carriage of a high official. Werther stole a glance at the tyrannical looks in the eyes of these Imperial Guards and the surging Dou Qi in their bodies. They were all in the realm of Bronze Warriors. There were a few commanders whose Dou Qi faintly emanated a brilliant silver light.

He was speechless, "The Klein royal family is so powerful!" Although the Imperial Guards only had a few thousand people, if a few thousand Bronze Warriors were to charge into the battlefield, it would be enough to change the outcome of a battle! However, what would happen if this great army were to fight against the Church's Church's army? Isn't Nicholas the leader of the Holy Angel Legion? I wonder what he has in mind? "

The horse carriage entered the palace unhindered. Along the way, James continued to instruct his son on the various horse carriages that passed by, introducing the officials sitting within. Werther was not interested in the carriage at all, but he could only pry up his ears and pretend to listen intently. When they arrived at the outer layer of the palace, they could no longer ride on the horse carriage. The three of them got off the carriage and walked, and naturally, the eunuchs in the palace led them there. Along the way, they saw various nobles and officials holding their wives and daughters, or married couples walking together, all greeting James enthusiastically.

After dealing with these flattering nobles, Hobbes, as his follower, was led to another room to rest. The father and son then entered the main hall of the imperial palace, where they were met with a rich and luxurious aura. There were already many nobles in the hall who had arrived early. They were gathered in groups of twos and threes, holding their wine glasses and chatting over them.

Werther saw with a glance that the Right Premier was chatting with his son and daughter, or his granddaughter, while winking at his father. James pretended not to notice, and moved to the side. Unexpectedly, Sophia did not want to let him off. Her face was filled with hidden bitterness as she walked over directly and asked, "James, don't tell me you want to hide from me for the rest of your life?"

James turned around in embarrassment. "Sophia, I've told you before, I'm not suitable for you. You're still young, and you can still find people better than me. Why must you waste your youth?" Damn! When Werther heard this, he knew that the two of them would not stop fighting, so he quickly lowered his head and ran. James was too tired from facing Sophia's emotional attacks to care for his son.

To him, this so-called gathering of nobles was nothing more than a game for a bunch of bored and idle fellows to amuse themselves. Enjoy the peace and quiet, he ran to a nearby table, picked up a plate, and chose something he liked to eat.

Just as he was happily eating, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind him: "As expected of the Roland Family's cripple, hiding here and not daring to meet anyone, and actually having such a good time eating!" When Werther looked back, it was his old enemy, Henry Bolt, grandson of the Minister of the Left, plus his two best friends Colby and Darker. The last time they met in the military academy, they had been extremely unfriendly towards him. In addition, the assassination of the dark elves had been orchestrated by their grandfather and father. This time, they were at loggerheads.

Werther put down the plate and said indifferently, "I thought it was a dog barking, but I didn't expect it to be you." "The imperial guards are really strong. They actually let three dogs in at once. What if they bite someone?" The three of them were furious. Henry shouted back, "How dare you scold me!" He was about to make his move. Werther's eyes suddenly turned blood-red. This sentence was a taboo. In addition to what happened last time, if he could endure it any longer, he suspected that he could go and become a high monk of the buddhist faith.

He released the spiritual force in his mind, turned it into a sharp thorn, and pierced it into Henry's head. This spiritual manifestation attack was a small technique learned from the mages of this world, but even such a small technique required the spiritual force to reach the level of a magic scholar of the fifth step in order to use it. How could Henry have expected that a good-for-nothing would dare to take the initiative to attack, and with such an attack at that? Feeling as though his head had been pierced by a needle, a sharp pain assaulted him and he couldn't help but shout loudly.

The royal palace was so solemn that the nobles purposely lowered their voices and talked to each other. His name was unique, everyone's eyes immediately turned towards him. Even Miss Sophia, who carried on the grudge, looked over in surprise. Colby and Durk held onto Henry, and Durk's face filled with fear. "You piece of trash, how dare you hurt Master Henry!"

Werther looked at him innocently. "Everyone in the capital knows that I'm 'trash'. How can I possibly hurt Young Master Henry?" Durk was speechless. Colby said angrily, "It's you! Master Henry spoke a few words to you before he turned into this. It must be you!" Werther's expression became calmer and calmer. "Mr. Colby, are you questioning me?" Doubts the reputation of an Empire's aristocrat? "Well, if you are sure I have hurt Mr. Henry, then please show me the evidence. Otherwise, I will reserve the power to pursue the matter."

What can you do to me without evidence? James stood at the side and watched with a smile, not showing any intention of interfering. Sooner or later, this sky would be the next generation. At this point, Henry finally recovered from the pain, opened his mouth and shouted, "Where's the guard, quick! Kill this bastard! "Faster!"

Suddenly, a burly man appeared from a corner of the great hall. He was two meters tall, and without a word, he swung his fist and smashed it on Werther's head. All the nobles present cried out in surprise. To enter this hall, one had to be invited by His Majesty, and not a single weapon follower was allowed to carry him. However, as Henry was the grandson of the Minister of the Left, an exception was made to allow him to bring one of his guards into the hall. Who would have thought that this exception would lead to a bloody crime!

Anger flashed across Sophia's face. Just as she was about to run over, she was stopped by James. Sophia opened her mouth to speak, but when she met James's confident gaze, she remembered that her hand was being held by James. Werther sneered slightly. He was just about to find an opportunity to show off his strength and get rid of his reputation as a "trash". Anyway, he had Carton as a shield, so there was no need to waste it. His eyes were very sharp, he could tell at a glance that this guy was just a bronze warrior, no matter how high the expert was, they wouldn't be allowed to enter the main hall. What if he did something like assassinating the Duke of Qin on the spur of the moment?

Werther sensed a powerful aura coming from the other corner of the hall, rushing straight at the warrior. If he was allowed to make the first move, he wouldn't have the chance to show off. He shouted, "Insolent commoner!" "How dare you attack nobility!" He leaped up and struck out with his palm, fast and nimble, striking the warrior right in the chest. The warrior screamed and flew ten meters away, crashing into a pillar. His chest bones shattered and he died on the spot! This caused an even bigger ruckus. A person's life had been taken while standing in front of the emperor's golden palace! When the noble ladies saw such a bloody scene, they cried out in alarm and some of them even fainted.

Henry and the other two were also dumbfounded. That was a Bronze Warrior, and he killed him just like that? The way he looked at Werther had changed, but Werther didn't care at all. The Daoists also valued karma and grudges. You came to kill me first, do you still blame me for taking such a heavy blow? Smiling, he said, "Young Master Henry, I'm really sorry. Your subordinates attacked the nobles, and I didn't stop for a moment to kill them. How about this, I'll compensate you with a few gold coins later."

According to the laws of the empire, nobles had absolute power over the commoners. Especially when the commoners were offending them, they could be put to death immediately, and did not have to bear any responsibility. That warrior only had the skills of a Bronze, and was even sent to protect this scarecrow. He definitely wasn't a noble, so he could just kill him and establish his might.

You're not, you're not …" Henry stammered. Werther continued, "Am I not a piece of trash? "Oh, I'm sorry to say that I forgot to tell you. My father found me an alchemist and concocted a few pills, then reconstructed my energy channel. Master Henry, if you are interested, we can meet alone another day." Henry shook his head like a rattle. 'What a joke! This guy killed the Bronze Warrior like he was beating a fly. Talk alone?' In a few moves, he was done for!

The warrior's face was cold and indifferent, his face covered in scars and knives. Before he even got close, Werther could feel a real killing intent, and he immediately made his judgement, "This is a veteran general who has been through a killing formation! I believe you must be General Hedda, the leader of the Imperial City's Imperial Guard Army! "