bdsm-fiction Chapter 362 Plotting the Asura Demon Sword
Chapter 362 Plotting the Asura Demon Sword
The vast ocean, shrouded in fog, obscures the way.
After absorbing some members of the Purple Pearl Pirates, Tang San and his crew continued sailing on the seemingly boundless sea.
Life at sea is monotonous and oppressive, with only the waves and sky as companions day after day.
After experiencing that devouring, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and even Tailong all fell into a brief silence and a kind of internal digestion and adaptation. The atmosphere on the ship was even heavier than before.
a few days later.
That evening, a thick fog suddenly rose from the previously calm sea without warning.
The fog was not the usual grayish-white, but a viscous grayish-green with a faint salty smell of seawater and an indescribable sense of decay.
It arrived incredibly fast, engulfing the entire ship almost in the blink of an eye, reducing visibility to less than ten meters. The sea breeze subsided, and the waves became eerily calm, with only the faint sound of the ship breaking through the thick fog and the occasional strange noises coming from somewhere.
The compass needle spun wildly and completely malfunctioned. Tang San and the others lost all sense of direction, as if trapped in a gray-green, boundless nightmare.
The fog lasted all night.
It didn't until dawn the next day that it began to dissipate without warning, just as it had appeared.
As the first pale rays of dawn struggled to pierce through the remaining mist and illuminate the sea, Tang San, who had been awake all night and remained vigilant, suddenly contracted his pupils.
Ahead, in the center of the sea where the fog has dissipated.
The outline of an island emerged like a ghost.
This island was unlike any landmass I had ever seen before.
It is shrouded in a gloomy haze that never dissipates, and the island is rugged with rocks of an unhealthy, dark brown color.
What's most chilling is that the sandy beaches at the edge of the island are not golden or white, but rather a grayish-white, bone-white color. And you can vaguely see many pale, skeletons of varying sizes half-buried in the sand or scattered on the black rocks!
A faint, lingering scent, a mixture of the smell of the sea and the stench of corpses, seemed to drift through the air.
"Third Brother! Boss Dai! Look!"
Ma Hongjun rubbed his bloodshot eyes, pointed at the strange island that had suddenly appeared, and said in a voice filled with surprise and a hint of inexplicable excitement.
"There's an island! Could it be... the Seagod Island we're looking for?!"
Dai Mubai and Tailong also gathered at the bow of the ship upon hearing the sound, looking towards the island.
Dai Mubai frowned, his evil eyes flashing with golden light, clearly sensing that something was wrong.
Tang San did not answer immediately. Instead, purple light rose in his eyes, and he activated his Purple Demon Eye at full power, his gaze piercing through the thin layer of haze as he tried to observe the details of the island.
Suddenly, he could see it more clearly.
The island's outline is rugged and menacing, with sparse vegetation; the few trees that remain are twisted and withered, like menacing ghosts. The beaches and near-shore reefs are indeed littered with various skeletons, some humanoid, but more often the skeletons of enormous sea beasts or strange creatures, some even unimaginably huge, half-buried in the sand, with only their stark white parts showing.
The entire island exuded an ominous aura.
It seems... completely out of place with the image of Seagod Island described by the master as dangerous yet full of life, inhabited by Sea Soul Masters, and possibly even possessing sacred heritage.
"It doesn't seem like it..." Tang San muttered to himself, his brows furrowing into a knot. He said in a deep voice, "Seagod Island... shouldn't be like this."
But right now, they are completely lost in the thick fog. The nautical chart is useless, the compass is malfunctioning, and this island is the only visible land in the vast ocean.
Whether it is Poseidon Island or not, they must get close, find supplies, determine their location, or... at least figure out what kind of place this is.
After a moment's hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he said in a steady voice:
"This island is strange; it doesn't look like a normal island, much less like Poseidon Island."
"But we have no choice now. We must find a place to resupply and determine our location. Move closer and observe the nearshore waters, but do not venture too far in. Stay vigilant and be prepared for battle at any time."
"Yes!" Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tailong responded in unison, all three of them becoming extremely alert, concealing their soul power.
The next second, the ship adjusted its course, its sails billowed, and slowly accelerated toward the ominous island surrounded by skeletons and shrouded in gray haze.
But the closer one gets, the more pronounced the cold, deathly aura becomes, as if it could freeze one's soul. Seabirds keep their distance from this area, and even the color of the seawater seems to darken.
Meanwhile, in the City of Slaughter, the Hell Slaughter Arena
"clang--!"
As the last opponent was pierced through the chest by the Golden Dragon Spear, collapsing to the ground with an incredulous and horrified expression, Tang Chuan now stood before the ninety-ninth... no, the hundredth corpse.
The entire hellish killing field fell into a brief silence.
Then erupted a deafening, almost manic roar:
"The God of Death! The God of Death! The God of Death——!!!"
The roar almost overturned the arena built of sin and bloodshed.
In just over a month.
This blue-haired boy wearing a demon mask achieved a terrifying record of 100 consecutive victories with an unstoppable and almost overwhelming force, thus earning the qualification to challenge the Hell Road.
Almost at the same time that Tang Chuan achieved his 100th victory, at the other entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena, a figure, equally covered in blood but standing tall, slowly walked out – it was Hu Liena.
Her short blonde hair had turned a darker red, and her eyes were colder and sharper than before, yet they also carried a hint of weariness and restlessness tinged with murderous intent that she couldn't completely conceal.
Just now, Hu Liena finally managed to secure her 100th victory.
Their eyes briefly met across the corpses scattered on the ground and the overwhelming stench of blood.
The moment Hu Liena saw Tang Chuan, a flicker of fear and complex emotions flashed uncontrollably deep in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it, and her breathing seemed to become more stable.
"congratulations."
Just then, a deep, hoarse, yet sharp voice, as if it could pierce eardrums, surged in from all directions and from every corner, instantly overwhelming the noise of the entire venue.
The atmosphere inside the hellish killing arena reached its peak at this moment.
Because in mid-air, a blood-red figure, like a thick drop of blood, slowly descended from the shadows of the sky.
"Lord of Slaughter! Lord of Slaughter! Lord of Slaughter—!!!"
An even more fervent shouting erupted, as if the fallen ones had seen a true god, screaming themselves hoarse and acting like madmen, not caring even if they shouted until their throats were hoarse.
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine, and his gaze shot towards the scarlet figure like lightning.
It was an extremely tall man, his entire body wrapped in an enormous, almost exaggerated scarlet cloak that moved without wind, its edges seemingly flowing with viscous blood.
His face was a sickly pale, a stark contrast to the scarlet of his cloak. Most captivating of all were his blood-red eyes, like two pools of congealed blood, deep and violent, yet carrying an indifference as if looking down upon ants.
The King of Slaughter's body slowly descended from the sky, as if unrestrained by gravity.
Finally, he hovered in mid-air, stopping about five meters above the ground. Like a high and mighty god, he looked down at Tang Chuan below, and his deep, sharp voice rang out once more.
"Please welcome the messenger of hell."
Hu Liena took a deep breath, suppressing her surging blood and killing intent, and walked with slightly heavy steps to the center of the field, standing more than ten meters away from Tang Chuan.
When she stopped and her gaze swept over Tang Chuan again, the aura that had been somewhat disordered due to a hundred killings seemed to have calmed down a bit.
The King of Slaughter's gaze slowly swept over the maddened fallen ones in the surrounding stands, his scarlet cloak billowing slightly behind him.
"I am delighted to witness the birth of two more powerhouses in the killing field today. Death God, messenger of hell. You tremble with their immense strength and terrifying killing intent, don't you, my people?"
"Yes—! Yes—! Yes—!"
His response was an even more unified, almost hysterical, frenzied roar.
The King of Slaughter seemed to possess a unique magic that could easily ignite the deepest worship and fear in the hearts of these fallen ones.
With a slight twitch of his nostrils, Tang Chuan caught a faint, sweet, and fishy smell emanating from the King of Slaughter, a scent that made him feel somewhat drowsy and intoxicated.
However, his mental strength was so solid that this influence was negligible.
Just then, the King of Slaughter lowered his head, his blood-red eyes falling on Tang Chuan and Hu Liena like searchlights, and said calmly:
"Death, messengers of hell. Thank you for reminding me of the power of passion. Yu Sheng, excellent, very good. To recognize your outstanding achievements, I have decided... to exceptionally bestow upon you the title of God of Slaughter."
These words caused an uproar, followed by even more frenzied cheers.
The King of Slaughter continued, his voice filled with allure: "To recognize your achievements, I have decided to exceptionally bestow upon you the title of Gods of Slaughter. From this day forward, you may freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter, and you will be appointed as guest elders of the City of Slaughter, subordinate to me."
"So we don't have to walk the road to hell anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan looked at Hu Liena with slight surprise, only to find that Hu Liena was also looking at him. At that moment, the two exchanged a glance and understood the King of Slaughter's intention.
Walking the road to hell is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.
But behind the danger lies the immense temptation of the God of Slaughter's Domain.
The King of Slaughter before them clearly did not want them to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain. After all, once someone obtained the God of Slaughter Domain, they could use soul skills within this City of Slaughter.
The more people who can use soul skills in this city of slaughter, the greater the threat to the King of Slaughter will be. Naturally, he does not want more people to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.
Hu Liena bowed slightly and spoke first:
"Great King of Slaughter, thank you for your kindness. However, the rules of the Slaughter City, established over a thousand years, cannot be broken because of the two of us. I, the Messenger of Hell, am willing to pass the trials of the Hell Road and, through my own strength, earn your true reward. I hope to emerge from here on my own and become... a true God of Slaughter."
Upon hearing this, a flash of red light appeared in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, seemingly carrying a hint of anger. However, he did not immediately retaliate, but instead turned his gaze to the silent Tang Chuan.
Tang Chuan smiled calmly and said:
"My purpose in coming here is to walk that road to hell."
"King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness. Please open the entrance to Hell's Path. I am willing to pass this trial together with the messenger of Hell."
He came here not just to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain, but his real purpose was to steal the Asura Demon Sword from the King of Slaughter.
To fight against the King of Slaughter, obtaining the God of Slaughter Domain is essential.
But we also need to find a way to lure this guy out into the outside world.
After more than a month of learning about the City of Slaughter, Tang Chuan has figured out a way to force the King of Slaughter to leave the City of Slaughter.
The fallen here, including the King of Slaughter, need to drink Bloody Mary almost every day, and the so-called Bloody Mary is nothing more than the blood of these fallen ones.
Every day, the blood of the fallen who die tragically in the hellish killing arena gathers below the arena, which is the entrance to the Hell Road.
Once we enter the Hell Road, we can add some slow-acting poison to the blood pool, causing all the fallen in the City of Slaughter to slowly die. Months later, the King of Slaughter will naturally leave the City of Slaughter to find them, and then we can find a way to snatch the Asura Demon Sword from him.
In the original story, Tang San poisoned and destroyed the Slaughter City. This only killed people, making it impossible for the entire Slaughter City to produce Bloody Mary anymore!
"Since that's the case, then I will... open the road to hell for you."
"I wish you good luck."
Seeing that Tang Chuan and Hu Liena were determined to challenge the Hell Road, the King of Slaughter said no more and slowly raised his hands. His hands were so pale that they were almost transparent, but his fingertips were covered with sticky blood.
Instantly, an extremely evil, cold, dark red ripple, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, suddenly spread out from the body of the King of Slaughter!
The ripples were silent and spread like mercury, incredibly fast, covering every corner of the entire Hell Slaughter Arena in the blink of an eye!
"Well……"
"what!"
"Your Majesty...why..."
In the stands, the expressions on the faces of those fallen men who were shouting fervently and worshipping the King of Slaughter just a moment ago froze instantly, their madness turning into extreme terror and bewilderment.
Before they could even react, their bodies, like clay figures crushed by an invisible giant hand, silently went limp and dissolved the instant the dark red ripples swept past!
There were no screams, no explosions.
There was only a chilling hissing sound, like melting ice and snow.
Thousands of fallen beings, regardless of their strength or location in the stands, were all transformed into pools of dark red, viscous blood, exuding a strong, sweet, and pungent stench, under the indiscriminate baptism of the King of Slaughter! Their clothes, bones, and even their souls seemed to be completely refined and merged into the blood within these eerie ripples.
In just a few breaths.
The hellish killing field, which had been bustling with noise and madness just moments before, had become deathly silent. The stands were empty, with only a nauseating river of blood flowing rapidly and converging on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the blood, refined from the lives and flesh of thousands of fallen beings, seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and began to converge madly towards the very center of the arena!
Blood flowed like a dragon, making a terrifying gurgling sound.
The next second, a huge bat head pattern, exuding an aura of evil and blood, was rapidly outlined, shaped, and deepened on the ground using blood as ink!
At the center of the pattern, the blood churned and sank as if boiling, instantly forming a dark red blood pool with a diameter of more than ten meters, a bottomless depth, and constantly bubbling blood!
Under the engulfing influence of the crimson pool, Tang Chuan felt his feet sink into the void, and everything around him became illusory. All his senses were completely shut down at that moment.
Just then, a green pill shot out from his fingertip and successfully entered the blood pool, where it quickly dissolved and spread.
P.S.: This is a combined two-part chapter, totaling 4000 words! (End of Chapter)