Urban Sims

A few days later.

Wilmot and others boarded an aerospace boat and embarked on a journey back to the headquarters of the Blue Hand Guild.

For a distance of tens of millions of kilometers, the aerostat flew for half a year.

After arriving at the headquarters of Blue Hand.

The target, Conan Cecil, once again fell into the hands of Carlo Cisneri.

What surprised Carlo Cisneri was that after two years of escaping, Conan Cecil was now a level 6 magic net walker.

"Why are you practicing so fast?" Carlo Cisnari couldn't help but ask.

"After experiencing the wash of the power of Youhong, my soul string has been strengthened, my soul has grown, and my cultivation speed has also accelerated a lot."

Conan explained, and this was not a lie. The reason why he practiced so fast was indeed due to the "power of the dark red".

"Interesting, very interesting... little guy, I think you can definitely become a demon, the most potential and most powerful demon in history." Carlo Cisneri exclaimed with a playful smile on his face.

"President, I still make a kind suggestion: don't imprison me in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, and don't connect my soul string to the power of Youhong. Once you do this, you will regret it. , I regret it even more than last time.”

Conan said calmly, without any fear on his face.

"I never regret anything I do, and I also want to use your body to do an experiment, an experiment to quickly create a demon."

Carlo Cisneri said with a hint of ferocity on his face.

He came up with a way to quickly create demon heads, which was to increase the flow of infusion of the power of the ghost red, and instill all the power of the ghost red absorbed by 100 ordinary purifiers into the test subjects to speed up the "production speed of the demon heads". ".

In this way, it used to take at least 100 years to create a successful demon, but now it only takes 10 years!

However, considering the huge destructive power and corrosiveness of the power of the red, the danger faced by the purifiers has also increased linearly, and the mortality rate has increased linearly.

In other words, no matter how outstanding the self-linker's talent is, accepting this kind of experiment may be a disaster.

But Carlo Cisnari doesn't care. As long as the purification task of the magic network can be completed early, no matter how dangerous the experiment is, no matter how many self-linkers are sacrificed, it will all be worth it.

And Conan Cecil was just the first guinea pig in his new experiment.

So soon, Conan was thrown into the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, receiving a hundred times the power of the red!

"ah!"

"ah!!"

Conan's extremely shrill screams came from the tightly guarded cave.

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the other side.

Wilmot, who returned to the guild headquarters, got what he wanted. On the guild ring, he met the murderer who framed his brother, Dillius Kent.

After signing the life and death certificate.

In the ring, before the duel, the two had a conversation.

"Wilmot, why do you want to find a law enforcement elder to fight to the death? Don't you know my strength?" Dillius Kent is dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and has a graceful demeanor. Due to his high cultivation and good maintenance, he He looks like a handsome and carefree young man.

"Dilius Kent, have you forgotten how a man named Coren Weiner was framed by you more than ten years ago? You don't even know that as his brother, I I stand in this arena today to seek revenge from you, right?"

Wilmot said coldly.

Hearing this, there was a slight commotion under the ring.

Dillius Kent had a calm expression on his face and shrugged: "Sorry, maybe too much time has passed. I have forgotten about a character named Columbine. If I really killed I can only express regret for what he said."

"Haha, you have done many evil things, and it is normal to forget one or two victims, but today, I am going to inflict double the pain my brother suffered on you!"

Wilmot said with red eyes and gritted teeth: "I will tear off your limbs, dig out your eyes, break your intestines, eat your flesh, pull out your tendons, and torture your soul. You let out the most degrading scream... In the end, I will crush your throat to end your pain."

As soon as these words came out!

The audience was in an uproar.

The bystanders did not expect that the hatred in Wilmot's heart was so great. Just hearing his bloody description, many onlookers felt sick and wanted to vomit, and the discomfort was extremely strong.

Dillius Kent's expression also changed. How could anyone in this world hate him so much?

But he immediately responded coldly: "Do you think you can kill me with your strength?"

His aura suddenly swelled, and the pressure of a strong man enveloped the entire arena.

Feeling this momentum, some of the bystanders' expressions changed drastically, and they couldn't help but exclaim:

"This kind of powerful pressure can only be exerted by a level 8 immortal warlock."

"Dilius Kent is 48 years old this year. He is not yet fifty, yet he has been promoted to immortality?"

"Genius, a genius like Dillius Kent is rare to come across in a hundred years."

"We are sure to win. There is no chance of Dillius Kent losing this duel."

Even Wilmot's expression changed slightly in the ring.

He couldn't help but said: "Your strength has actually broken through again?"

Dillius Kent on the opposite side began to attack: "Go down and accompany your brother. For a dead man, no matter how much you know, it is meaningless."

A level 6 attack spell [Blue Light] was shot at Wilmot at extremely high speed.

Wilmot dodged sideways, brewing a spell in his hand, and immediately struck back: "So what about level 8 immortality? It won't take much effort on my part to kill you, a loser!"

It turns out that Wilmot has recently been promoted to level 7 legend, only one level behind Dillius Kent.

However, in the past six months or so, Wilmot has made full preparations, and with the help of the combat assistance system, he was confident enough to kill Dillius Kent, who did not have much actual combat experience!

So the ensuing fight was indeed in line with Wilmot's expectations, but it went in a direction that was beyond the expectations of all onlookers and even made Dillius Kent find it unbelievable.

In the first 20 minutes, the two interacted with each other, and neither could do anything to the other.

In the middle 20 minutes, Wilmot had found his flaws and weaknesses, and launched a fierce attack targeting his weaknesses, forcing Dillius Kent into a state of embarrassment, and the wounds on his body increased one after another.

Wilmot was still unscathed, but looked like a seasoned hunter, draining the blood of his prey.

Then he saw the ferocious smile on Wilmot's face and the red light in his eyes.

Dillius Kent, who became flustered, felt fear for the first time, and the instructions in his hands became more and more chaotic.

The next 20 minutes were the shooting scene of a thriller.

That miserable scream.

Uselessly shouting for mercy.

A large amount of blood flowed on the ring.

As well as human organs in various parts states.

The extremely shocking scene and the unprecedented visual impact made the Blue Hand executives sitting in the VIP seats stay there in a daze, forgetting to call someone or stop them in person.

Finally, when Wilmot, who was covered in blood, laughing maniacally, and kept shouting "Brother, I've avenged you," was restrained by several law enforcement elders and forcibly dragged aside.

Dillius Kent, who was lying on the ground, had long lost his human form and was dead completely.

Carlo Cisnari walked up to the ring and took a look.

The tragic scene in front of him made the corners of his mouth twitch violently and his eyebrows jump wildly!

Then he looked at Wilmot, who was grinning crazily and giggling not far away.

"madman."

"He's absolutely crazy!"