Planting a sacred tree from Douluo

Chapter 89 Holy Son

Author: Dragon Cub Greedy Ghost

Chapter 89 Holy Son

After reminiscing about the past several times, the relationship between Fang Yuan and the King of Slaughter heated up rapidly, and the master-disciple relationship in their words almost overflowed. Anyone who read it would give a thumbs up and praise the good relationship between teacher and student.

Of course, only they themselves know what the relationship between the big and small foxes is like.

"Actually, you can take a teammate along with you on the Hell Road, but since you are taking the Shenqiu test after all, the situation may be unusual and special. Moreover, during this time, there are no players who are about to reach Yum in the killing field. This time, maybe

You can only rely on yourself."

"However, since you have made preparations, I believe you will be fine. As for the opening day of the Hell Road... how about setting it as tomorrow?"

"Everything is subject to the king's orders." Fang Yuan said softly.

Such an attitude made the smile on the face of the King of Slaughter even brighter.

He likes such a sensible Fang Yuan!

"Then let's not talk nonsense. You go back and get ready. Come to the Killing Fields early tomorrow morning and start the road to hell!"

"yes."

Fang Yuan respectfully stepped back.

In the huge dark room, only the Slaughter King and the Slaughter Knight were left.

The King of Slaughter did not speak. He sat on the throne inlaid with blue and purple crystals and looked at the Killing Knight quietly. He waved a glass of wine filled with dark red liquid and was dragged to the Killing Knight's body by his soul power.

forward.

"It's been a long time since we had a nice talk like this, Syd."

The strange yet familiar name gave the Killing Knight a slight pause.

"What a strange name, King, you haven't called me that for decades, right." The Killing Knight looked at the special underworld dew that was dragged by the bloody soul power and floated in front of him.

His favorite drink, which should have been intoxicating, was so tasteless at this moment, but the Killing Knight still took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Bloody and rancid.

Not only could the Killing Knight not feel the soothing feeling brought by drinking the dew before, but he also felt that the taste of this cup of dew was so disgusting!

Huangquan Dew is human blood, and the fishy and evil aura contained in it can be described as extremely cold.

For the Slaughter Knight who has taken the Blood Ganoderma and has strong Yang Fire, this power can only be described as relying on defense.

The strange emotion obviously attracted the attention of the King of Slaughter, but he did not get angry and his tone remained calm.

"Memories of the past are always memorable. I remember that at that time, you had just entered the city of killing. You were brave and cruel, killing nearly a hundred times and making countless degenerates terrified."

"Later, you joined my command and became the law enforcer of the Killing City. You even swore allegiance to me and became my knight..."

"Wang, these are all things of the past. It's really embarrassing to talk about them now."

Kill Knight made a hahaha.

"Yes, these are all things of the past."

The King of Slaughter shook his head and filled his wine glass with a full glass of underworld dew.

But he didn't drink. Instead, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the Killing Knight: "Sid, do you still remember your oath of knighthood?"

Knight's Oath...

There was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the Killing Knight. Even if the memory was not good and not worth recalling, it was always like this in the past, wasn't it?

However, he also vaguely guessed the meaning of so many words spoken by the King of Slaughter.

"I have never forgotten my oath, King."

"Really?"

The King of Slaughter took a sip of Huangquanlu: "I want to listen to it again."

Without any hesitation, the Killing Knight knelt down on his left knee, clenched his right fist on his chest and said, "As you wish, King."

"I swear in the name of my soul——"

"'Loyalty' will become the character I respect throughout my life. I will stick to my heart, serve the king, and have no regrets in my life!"

"'Honor' will become an existence greater than my life. I will defend the honor of killing throughout my life and have no regrets in my life!"

"'sacrifice'……"

The hoarse and deep voice echoed in the dim hall.

With the Killing Knight's firm words, the smile on the Killing King's face grew brighter, but the Killing Knight's expression became a little dazed.

Fang Yuan's face couldn't help but appear in his mind, that face that was slightly childish but extremely determined.

"Sid, tell me."

"Who is everything you are, what you are loyal to, what you believe in, what you are willing to sacrifice everything for!"

The voice of the Slaughter King rang in his ears, and the image in the Slaughter Knight's mind gradually became clearer, and the figure belonging to Fang Yuan was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At the same time, he raised his head, looked at the King of Slaughter, and told him the answer.

"It's the king!"

"It's the King of Slaughter!"

"Hahahahahaha, okay, okay!"

The bloody king stood up from the throne, and his wanton laughter echoed in the dim hall. His stirring emotions even affected his soul power, rendering the entire hall a deep red.

The killing knight lowered his head, his eyes becoming more determined amidst the wild laughter.

"He is the real...king of the Killing City!"

…

"Have you heard that the former murderous Shura was actually made a holy son by the King of Slaughter?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? This news has spread throughout the Killing City as early as last night. It is said that the ceremony will be held in the Killing Fields of Hell!"

"Damn it, you can't go and see this!"

"You're laughing so hard, do you think it's your turn to go see it? When the news was released last night, the entire Hell Killing Fields was already overcrowded and every seat was packed."

"ah?!"

Such a prosperous time was absent, and countless degenerates in the killing city sighed.

The fallen in the Hell Killing Fields are immersed in the carnival, enjoying this grand event that belongs to the killing city!

"Aren't we going down?"

On the high platform of the Hell Killing Fields, Zhu Zhuqing looked at the cheering crowd below and asked in a low voice.

Today is the day when Fang Yuan is officially canonized as the Holy Son. Shouldn't these maids go down and cheer and celebrate together?

Isn't it a little too rude to stand at such a high place...

"Go down?"

Nightingale showed a strange smile and looked at the reveling degenerates below: "Sister Zhuqing, although we are deeply favored by the Holy Son, we must not mess up our etiquette."

"How can we, the maids, compete with these sacrifices for positions?"

"Sacrifice?"

The three women were all stunned, their faces full of confusion, and they did not understand the meaning of Nightingale's words at all.

And just when Nightingale wanted to explain, a blood-red figure suddenly fell from the sky.

The next second, the atmosphere in the entire hell killing field suddenly rose to the extreme!

"The King of Killing! The King of Killing! The King of Killing!"

Countless fallen people looked at the King of Slaughter in mid-air, raised their arms and shouted, and the cheers resounded throughout the entire hell killing field. It was not until the King of Slaughter pressed his hands that their voices gradually became quieter.

"I'm very happy, very happy."

"You should all have received the news. Yes, today, our Slaughter City will welcome its first Holy Son!" The Slaughter King looked at the entrance to one end of the Hell Killing Fields and spoke in a low but sharp voice.

The sound echoed across the sky.

"Let us please kill Shura!"

(End of chapter)