Douluo Auto Chess: Starting from Samsung Blue Silver Grass

Chapter 174 Killing Capital

The one who came out was the Death Knight, a death warrior and thug trained by the Killing City. He was the third level to enter the Killing City. He needed to survive ten rounds before he was allowed to enter the Killing City.

This is the trouble with abnormal routes into killing.

Zhou Bo glanced at the vicious men with different thoughts beside him, but he didn't mind killing the people. As for the killing city absorbing their blood, it was none of his business.

The death knight came out and saw that Zhou Bo was still distracted without reminding him that the city of killing does not require the weak to survive. Only the strong are qualified to be sucked blood continuously and gain the qualification to live.

The fist covered in black armor blasted at Zhou Bo. The death knight was Contra and had a high status in the killing city. He was confident that he could kill Zhou Bo with one punch and let him die with blood flowing out.

Getting closer, Zhou Bo noticed that the death knight's armor might not have been black originally, but was stained with too much blood and turned black after it dried. No wonder the armor was so black and shiny when folded, Zhou Bo thought the death knight had some leisure. Yizhi oiled and maintained the armor, which turned out to be pure natural paint.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Zhou Bo kicked out, and his spirit and will penetrated up and down. The death knight felt an evil wind coming, and then heard the sound of bones snapping. He was still waiting for Zhou Bo to scream, when he felt the sharp force coming from his arm. It hurt, but he had long been numb to the pain, so he ignored the broken arm.

"You are qualified to enter the Killing City."

The death knight moved away, allowing Zhou Bo to enter the dark tunnel.

The mission of the Killing City is to let the strong continue to fight, hone their murderous intent, and then die under the corrosion of Bloody Mary, integrating their murderous intent and blood into the underground blood pool to maintain the operation of the Killing City.

The death knight's duty is to prevent the weak and dishonest people from entering the killing city and polluting the blood pool, so he doesn't mind Zhou Bo's wanton behavior, and he will not take advantage of Zhou Bo's inability to use his soul power to retaliate.

He believed that even after staying in the killing city for several months, the Titled Douluo would not be able to withstand the erosion of murderous intent. He had to drink Bloody Mary to alleviate the erosion of murderous intent. But after drinking it once, it would be difficult to break off.

Over the past thousand years, no less than twenty titled Douluo have died in the Killing City.

Zhou Bo nodded and walked into the tunnel.

The screams of the ferocious villains came from behind. The weak and stern and restrained ones could usually let the victors enter the killing city, but today with strong men like Zhou Bo, the death knight would clean them out.

In the dark tunnel, Zhou Bo noticed that his soul power was gradually being sealed.

"I thought I could avoid having my soul sealed by not drinking Bloody Mary. It's really not that simple. Otherwise, there will definitely be people who have the same idea as me for thousands of years. It should be due to the formation arranged by God Shura, the blood of the Killing City. Chi is the energy that maintains the formation, and he is truly a very murderous God-King."

Zhou Bo smelled the smell of blood, which was stronger than any blood smell he had smelled before. The smell of blood from the three lions of Blood Flame was incomparable. After all, the three lions of Blood Flame would ignite the blood, and here in the Capital of Killing was... Let the blood be exposed.

With all his soul power sealed, Zhou Bo walked to the end of the tunnel and saw a tall and majestic city. In the streets lay skinny people, their eyes dull and numb. In order to escape the killing competition in the city, they sacrificed their lives. Too many Bloody Marys.

"Hey, new guy over there, do you want a guide? Just give me half a Bloody Mary."

A skinny middle-aged man stood up holding the corner of the wall and walked in front of Zhou Bo.

Zhou Bo noticed the greedy and malicious looks around him and did not refuse.

"can."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed a person in the corner. The man gritted his teeth and stabbed Zhou Bo's chest with a dagger, while others around him stayed away.

There is a one-month protection period for newcomers who come to the Killing City to allow them to adapt to the place. However, if the newcomer takes the initiative, others can also fight back. These people are the "veterans" who fish here.    The senior person who was caught had already noticed something was wrong.

Zhou Bo's right hand was like steel poured into iron. He remained motionless despite his full struggle and continued to increase his strength.

Zhou Bo used a trace of energy and blood to flick away the senior's dagger with one finger. Under the dull and panicked gaze of the other party, he broke his neck and threw it in front of the senior who claimed to be a guide.

"Here, your reward."

The guide was also at the Soul Sect level outside, but when he saw Zhou Bo killing a senior person like a chicken, he couldn't help but guess how advanced he was.

He felt a strong panic after thinking about it for a moment, lowered his head and said respectfully: "It's too much, too much, I only want half a cup."

In fact, the price of half a cup of Bloody Mary was already sky-high, but he didn't dare to lower the price temporarily for fear of being thought to be teasing the strong man in front of him.

Zhou Bo also knew this, and nodded when he saw that he was interested.

"Give you a cup, collect the rest for me, and take me to buy a weapon."

In order to kill more efficiently, of course there are weapons in the killing city. After all, soul skills cannot be used, so the blood-letting efficiency of weapons is better than that of fists and feet.

Some weapon soul masters have good fighting skills and are not as physically strong as beast soul masters, but they can still do well here.

"We are happy to help."

The guide did not dare to say his name. He squatted on the ground, skillfully slit the fisherman's throat, took out a container and began to bleed. Weak people like them were already doing well if they had money to buy a dagger. Some even just Able to fight with fists against people holding weapons.

The total blood volume of the human body is about [-] milliliters, and the circulating blood volume is only half to two-thirds of the total volume. The guide was very skillful and quickly collected the blood.

He handed Zhou Bo a container, "These are about five cups of Bloody Mary, please take it."

Zhou Bo accepted it. This thing is hard currency in the killing city. It is no problem to say that it is the currency here.

"What happened here? There is a new guy, he's pretty good, he actually killed this guy, but I'm giving you some advice, people who are high-profile in the killing city don't live long."

The person who came was a burly man, a member of the law enforcement team of the Killing City. He was actually an outsider, but he could receive a salary, which was a Bloody Mary. He did not need to participate in death fights, nor did he need to hand in the Bloody Mary regularly in order to be killed. All work part-time.

"I understand, I don't need to deal with the body."

Zhou Bo asked.

The strong man laughed angrily: "Do you still want me to handle it for you? Yes, a glass of Bloody Mary."

The guide on the side hesitated to speak. He could help for free, and he could squeeze value out of the corpse if there was a place. However, he did not dare to offend the law enforcement team, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

"No problem. By the way, how many Bloody Marys do you need to buy a good weapon?"

Zhou Bo glanced at the crowd. If he didn't have enough, don't blame him for going on a killing spree.

(End of this chapter)