Douro Continent

Chapter 459 A Blood Sacrifice, The Road to Hell (Part 1)

Tang San smiled calmly, "My purpose in coming here is to walk the Road to Hell. King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness. Please open the entrance to the Road to Hell. I am willing to pass this test together with the Messenger of Hell."

The King of Slaughter's expression suddenly changed. "You intend to join forces to pass through the Road to Hell? Have you forgotten your origins?"

Hu Liena sneered, "In this world, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Rather than both of us dying on the road to hell, why not both live and become true gods of slaughter? Our affairs are none of your concern. Great King of Slaughter, please act according to the rules of the City of Slaughter."

A faint red halo emanated from the King of Slaughter. If it weren't for his reservations, he would have already destroyed the two people before him. With Tang San and Hu Liena's current strength, they were nothing more than ants in his eyes. But he couldn't do that. He was afraid—afraid that the City of Slaughter would be destroyed because of it. This dark world, though it had its backing, would likely collapse if it provoked the people behind Tang San and Hu Liena.

"Since that's the case, then you shall walk the Road to Hell. Traveling together on the Road to Hell will be quite a journey. If you can pass the test of the Road to Hell and become the new generation of Gods of Slaughter, please give my regards to your elders."

The King of Slaughter's tone turned noticeably colder, even carrying a hint of sarcasm. "Is the Road to Hell really that easy to traverse? Even with two of you, it's not so simple."

A thick red mist suddenly emanated from the King of Slaughter, its immense aura forcing Tang San and Hu Liena to retreat rapidly. They had to retreat dozens of meters before they could barely withstand it.

The King of Slaughter did not exude murderous intent, but rather an aura of extreme evil, a chilling cold that could freeze one's very bones.

The evil, cold red ripples slowly spread out, and in the blink of an eye, they had already spread throughout the entire area.

The fallen ones sitting in the stands were all unusually excited, eager to see the Hell Road open. However, they were unaware that their own lives were about to end.

Aside from the God of Slaughter and the King of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the opening of the Hell Road, because all those who have seen it are dead. Or rather, they all became sacrifices for the opening of the Hell Road.

Tang San and Hu Liena quickly realized that although the red light emanating from the King of Slaughter put a lot of pressure on them, it wasn't directed at them. Instead, it was spreading towards the surrounding stands.

The Fallen Ones, who had been cheering wildly, gradually quieted down as the red light descended onto the viewing platform. The eyes of each Fallen One gradually became dull, and then turned bloodshot. Before long, when the red light formed a huge barrier across the entire hellish killing field, painful screams began to emanate from those who were the first to come into contact with the red light.

Influenced by the red light, the fallen seemed to have gone half-mad, desperately scratching their faces and bodies...

Those fallen ones who survived in the inner city were mostly quite powerful. At this moment, they were channeling all their strength into themselves, and even their screams contained a strange, intense pleasure. It seemed they were deriving immense enjoyment from this self-torture.

Skin torn open, blood spurting everywhere; they even pulled their own internal organs out. The madness continued until the very end.

More and more people fell into this depravity, until it spread throughout the entire area.

Although Tang San and Hu Liena had experienced countless killings in this City of Slaughter, their faces were still pale in the face of such a large-scale and terrifying situation, and they felt their killing intent becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

They exchanged a glance, and Hu Liena clearly saw a strong sense of malevolence flash in Tang San's eyes. Anyone with even a shred of humanity would feel hatred for the City of Slaughter upon seeing this scene.

Blood spilled onto the ground and began to congeal, large amounts of blood flowing like streams through inconspicuous, thin pipes beneath the stands towards the center of the killing arena. Clearly visible, countless winding red liquids flowed into the arena like tiny snakes.

Tang San's fist unconsciously drilled in, and a strong killing intent continuously erupted within his body, threatening to explode at any moment.

"To become a sacrifice for the opening of the Hell Road is their honor," the King of Slaughter's deep voice rang out. By this time, the screams had gradually subsided, and apart from Tang San, Hu Liena, and the King of Slaughter, there seemed to be no one else alive here.

The blood flowed into the ground, but it didn't spread in a straight line. Instead, grooves appeared on the ground at some unknown time. The blood flowed into these grooves and gradually gathered into a huge blood-red pattern on the ground.

At this moment, Tang San and Hu Liena were within the pattern, making it difficult to see its entirety. However, both of them possessed a head spirit bone, granting them mental strength far exceeding that of ordinary spirit masters. They simultaneously closed their eyes, releasing their mental energy into the air to observe their surroundings.

They discovered that the pattern formed from congealed blood was actually a bird-like creature, but it looked rather strange and not as simple as an ordinary bird.

What exactly is this?

Just as Tang San was filled with doubt, suddenly, the bird's eyes lit up. Tang San and Hu Liena's spiritual power was almost instantly shattered, and a massive red light shot into the sky, instantly engulfing their bodies. All senses around them blurred. Only the deep, sharp voice of the King of Slaughter echoed in their ears.

"Good luck on your road to hell."

In the instant his mental energy was shattered, Tang San finally understood the shape of the bird-shaped pattern: a bat. It seemed to be a bat pattern.

Under the crimson engulfment, Tang San and Hu Liena simultaneously felt their feet sink into the void, everything around them becoming illusory, all their senses completely shut down. The uncontrollable pain instilled a nameless fear within them. Unseen by them, their killing intent coalesced into a faint white ripple, protecting their bodies. If not for this killing intent, they would have been truly devoured the moment the crimson spread.

His soul power was released spontaneously, and on Tang San's body, in addition to the white ripples composed of killing intent, a faint blue halo appeared. Compared to the cold, evil, and deathly aura within the blood-red light, the blue light emanating from Tang San, though not intense, was brimming with life. His tenacious vitality firmly protected Tang San, not only isolating him from the external blood-red light but also completely isolating him from the killing intent.

Therefore, although Tang San cannot control everything in the outside world now, the temporary blockage of his killing intent has relieved him of the enormous pressure, making him feel much more comfortable.

I don't know how much time passed, but with a violent tremor, all my senses returned. The surrounding blood-red light gradually faded.

When Tang San and Hu Liena fully regained consciousness, they found themselves on a circular platform. The platform was only about five meters in diameter, not very large. Both of them lay prone on the ground.

They woke up almost simultaneously, and therefore their gazes fell on each other at the same time.

Tang San saw that Hu Liena was releasing a faint blood mist, her eyes had turned completely blood red, and white ripples around her body were constantly intensifying. Although she was looking at him, her body was convulsing violently, as if she was enduring some great pain.

With a sudden thought, Tang San said in a deep voice, "Hu Liena, wake up." As he spoke, he raised his right hand and placed it on the top of Hu Liena's head. A surge of pure and abundant life energy flowed from his palm into the top of Hu Liena's head. Under the faint blue light, Hu Liena's trembling body gradually returned to normal, and the bloodshot in her eyes faded away.

There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. The road to hell is uncertain, and having one more ally is better than letting her go mad and drag him down with her. At this moment, Tang San kept telling himself to put aside his hatred for the Spirit Hall and temporarily cooperate with the beautiful girl from the Golden Generation before him.

"Thank you." Hu Liena and Tang San were both surprised when she uttered these two words, because Hu Liena's voice had become somewhat hoarse.

Tang San's answer was only four words: "We're in the same boat."

Looking at Tang San, Hu Liena's eyes clearly held something more. She glanced around, regulated her breathing, and then looked around with Tang San.

They are all intelligent people, so they naturally wouldn't act blindly. Observing the surrounding situation first is obviously the most important thing.

Upon closer inspection, both of them gasped in horror; the situation before them was far more perilous than they had imagined.

Everything around was a faint blood red, and beyond the circular platform with a diameter of five meters at their feet lay an abyss.

(End of this chapter)