Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

Lei Yin smiled and said, "I don't know where Mr. Amon went. Please tell His Holiness the Pope that the Duke will go as promised."

Yue Guan couldn't help asking, "What level is your sister Yan Jin now? If it's not convenient to answer, then don't answer. In fact, I have a good relationship with her teacher Walter."

He knew that Yan Jin's strength has always been stronger than Lei Yin. Even Lei Yin has reached level 75, so what level will Yan Jin reach?

Lei Yin laughed and said, "This is not a secret. She is now level 68. My sister's talent is better than mine. If Mr. Amon didn't want to use me and forcibly improve my strength, I would not be able to reach the current height."

"Is that so." Yue Guan's face showed a look of understanding, and a little regret.

Before, Lei Yin's talent made him feel that there might be something wrong with his cognition and he couldn't keep up with the times, but he said that he forced his strength to improve, which was reasonable.

This also made Yue Guan feel sorry for him. A genius who was expected to be a Titled Douluo in the future, but because of the short-sightedness of the person he was loyal to, he ruined his bright future.

He thought that Lei Yin's forced improvement of strength was to use certain drugs to increase the level of soul power by consuming future potential.

What Lei Yin meant was that Amon gave him too many soul bones, which helped him to level up too quickly. He didn't have time to get familiar with them, and it was beyond his control, so that the soul power was still dissipating uncontrollably.

Whether it was absorbing soul rings beyond the age limit or fusing soul bones, it would only raise the potential of the soul master without causing any damage.

If Yue Guan understood Lei Yin's true meaning, he would definitely shed sad tears. He and Gui Mei worked hard for Bibi Dong for so many years, and the two of them together did not have such a big gain.

After getting Lei Yin's guarantee, Yue Guan left the Night City.

"Is Amon really not here?" Yan Jin held a charred corpse in his hand. This was a spy sent by the Xing Luo Empire.

"He's really not here. Sister should know his movements better than me, right?" Lei Yin smiled faintly.

"Don't give me that." Yan Jin rolled his eyes, "That was in the past. He hasn't cared about me much in the past three years. What are you two doing in secret?"

"You have to ask Mr. Amon. I dare not disclose it casually. You and Romil just need to handle the affairs in the territory. Since Mr. Amon didn't tell you, you don't have to worry too much about other things." Lei Yin responded.

Yan Jin looked at him deeply, "You have changed."

Looking at Yan Jin who was walking away, Lei Yin pinched his eyes, "People always change, whether it is strength, emotion, ambition, or other..."

He put down his right hand belatedly, and said to himself in some confusion:

"Strange, when did I develop this habit? Am I imitating Mr. Amon... That seems not bad."

The corners of Lei Yin's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a smile.

...

In the southern part of Tudor Territory, in a desolate town.

On the dark yellow sand grow withered and curled plants, and the strangely shaped bushes with knots are like the claws of demons.

The wind blows through the walls that are corroded with holes, making a "woohoo" sound, as if the devil of hell is whispering.

This is a dead town with almost no residents, and there are very few people in the town. Only occasionally people with different destinations come here.

These people are either wanted by the empire and can't make it in other places, or they are attracted by the bizarre legends here and come here to find the crazy city full of depravity and blasphemy.

The criminals come and go, and the few stone houses that have not been completely eroded by the wind and sand have never been filled.

A young man wearing a black robe, a pointed soft hat, and a monocle on his right eye came to the town.

He casually killed two robbers who blocked him and wanted to rob him, and came to the only intact building in the town, an inn.

The bloody headless corpse reminded everyone that the young man in front of them was not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a beast that devoured people.

In the eyes of others who were afraid, contemptuous, or nervous, Amon said in an unquestionable tone: "Take me to the city of killing."

Looking at his deep, evil, and extremely mysterious dark pupils, the guide from hell was shocked by his momentum and nodded, without even asking for the test.

Following the guide to the basement of the inn, watching him lift a square stone slab to reveal the entrance to the deep and dark passage.

The cold wind came from below, with a chill that penetrated the soul. The dark entrance seemed to connect to hell, which was terrifying, but there was a strange magic that attracted people to enter it regardless of everything.

The guide glanced at Amon and slowly walked down the stone steps. Amon followed closely.

A small oil lamp, emitting unstable, flickering firelight, was the only light in the dark corridor.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the small and silent space. In addition to the overlapping and echoing footsteps, the breathing of the two people could also be heard.

At the end of the corridor, there was an ancient stone door with reliefs of skulls, birds of the underworld, sickles, etc. with symbols of death and ominous meanings.

The guide placed his right hand on the stone door, leaned forward slightly, and began to exert force.

As he exerted force, the heavy stone door rubbed against the ground, making a low sound, which seemed extremely harsh in this quiet corridor.

When Amon walked behind the door, his eyes suddenly opened up. This was a blue-purple world. The dark moon in the sky was emitting a cold light. The light seemed to carry strange power. If he stared at it for a long time, he would unconsciously feel in his heart. Being seduced arouses the desire to kill and bloodthirsty.

He is not the first clone to come to the Killing City, but since the clone that enters this place cannot pass on the message, every time a new Amon comes, he will be attracted by this strange underground city and have similar novelties. Sense and desire to discover.

Looking back at Ming Yue, Amon, led by the terrifying knight, came to the gate of the killing city.

The girl in black gauze greeted with a smile:

"Welcome to the City of Killing, where you will be reborn and where you will die."

A crow with a white mark around its eyes stayed on the battlement, staring at the newly arrived Amon quietly.

The invisible spiritual field opens. In this city of blood, violence, and death, souls of different strengths and weaknesses are connected together, communicating through thoughts what has happened in the three years since their separation.

In a luxurious villa in the inner city, "Gehrman Sparrow" pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and there was a wave in his eyes like ancient wells, but his expression remained as cold as ever.

Hu Liena wore a small leather armor, stretched her waist, and sat on the sofa without any image, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

She noticed Herman's mood swings and said in a slightly charming voice: "Mr. Herman, what's wrong? If you have anything interesting, please tell me and share it."

"It's okay." Gehrman Sparrow said in his usual calm tone.

Then, he glanced at Hu Liena and asked, "How many consecutive victories do you have now?"

"83 games, I have to thank Mr. Sparrow for this. If it weren't for your protection, I would have died somewhere." Hu Liena said sincerely.

In the past three years, she had narrowly escaped death many times, all because of the protection of the cold man in front of her.

It was he who repeatedly rescued her in time when she came out of the killing fields of hell and was besieged and in danger.

Either they drink away the men who have seduced their brains, or they hold sharp blades and slaughter all the stubborn ones.

She finally couldn't help but asked her doubts: "Mr. Sparrow, why don't you go to the Hell Killing Fields? With your strength, it shouldn't be too difficult."

Hu Liena, who has won 83 games in a row, believes that she is no longer the reckless little girl she was before and has grown tremendously. However, she is still immature and powerless in front of this mysterious and cold man.

"The God of Death is watered by blood and killing. This city of killing cannot support the birth of too many Gods of Death at the same time."

"Gehrman" replied coldly. After a pause, he continued:

"You have to speed up the progress. The Killing City is not a kind place. There are subtle toxins in the air and moonlight here. They will hide in your body, erode your will, and corrode your soul. Get out quickly."

"Where are you Gehrman? Aren't you leaving?" Hu Liena's eyes flashed with inexplicable emotions.

"Idiot, you have to go first if you want to leave. Now I'm going to the Hell Killing Fields, and there's a high chance I'll run into you. Do you think you can survive in my hands?"

Although Gehrman looks cold, he is really a gentle person... Hu Liena thought to herself.

On the roof that no one noticed, an Amon was lying on the tiles with his legs crossed, his hands behind his head. He looked at the cold moonlight in the sky, smiled, and whispered to himself:

"Is the main body ready to take action? Then the progress on my side is a little slow, so I have to speed up."

…

The sun shines through the gaps between the clouds and onto the earth.

The already magnificent Papal Palace is even more dazzling under the light.

Amon, who was wearing a black robe, walked up the stairs slowly and came to the gate of the Pope's Palace.

The guard was about to stop drinking when he saw Pope Bibi Dong, wearing a gorgeous robe and a purple gold crown, walking out.

She looked at the smiling Amon, her red lips parted slightly: "I thought you had forgotten our agreement."

"How is it possible? I haven't achieved my goal yet, and I don't want to be the target of Wuhun Palace. No matter how you look at it, breaking the promise is not a wise choice for me." Amon raised his right hand and stroked the single chip Glasses.

"Are you ready? We can leave at any time. Yueguan, Gui Mei, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Tuoba Xi, Walter, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo and Guang Ling will all take action." Bibi Dong said with a faint smile.

Although the worshipers repeatedly put her in trouble, they made Bibi Dong feel extremely at ease when they helped her.

Ten Titled Douluo! This is enough to wipe out every force on the mainland except Wuhun Palace!

Maybe it was possible to resist the Haotian Sect during its heyday, but now, there is simply no force that can match it.

With such a powerful force assembled, it is more than enough to hunt a ferocious beast that is as powerful as a Super Douluo!

Looking at the confident Bibi Dong, the corners of Amon's lips slowly raised:

"The lineup is really beyond imagination. It seems that we are sure to win... I hope we can all achieve our goals."