Urban Sims

A few days later.

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

A tens of thousands of kilometers away, the pontoon flew for half a year.

After arriving at the headquarters of the Blue Hand.

The target, Conan Cecil, once again fell into the hands of Carlos Nari.

What surprised Carlos Nari was that after two years of escape, the current Conan Cecil was actually the strength of the sixth-level magic netwalker.

"Why are you practicing so fast?" Carlo Hisnari couldn't help asking.

"After the scour of the faint red power, my soul string has been strengthened, the soul has grown, and the speed of cultivation has also accelerated a lot."

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

"Interesting, very interesting ... little guy, I think you can definitely become a demon, the biggest and most powerful demon in history." Carlo Hisnari sighed with a playful smile.

"Adult President, I still make a good suggestion: don't put me in the forbidden area of ​​Houshan, don't put my soul string into the power of the red again, once you do it, you will regret , More regret than last time. "

Conan said indifferently, with no fear on his face.

"I never regret doing things, and I also want to take your body and do an experiment, an experiment to quickly make a devil."

Carlos Nari said with a trace of grimace on his face.

He came up with a quick way to make the magic head, that is, to increase the infusion flow of the power of the red, instill the power of the red absorbed by 100 ordinary purifiers into the test body, and speed up the production speed of the magic head. ".

In this way, it took at least 100 years to infect a successful demon, now it only takes 10 years!

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

In other words, no matter how outstanding the talent of the self-connected person is, accepting this kind of experiment is probably more and more fierce.

But regardless of Carlos Nari, as long as he can complete the purification task of the magic net early, do any more dangerous experiments, and sacrifice more self-connected people, it is also worthwhile.

Conan Cecil was the first mouse in his new experiment.

Soon, Conan was thrown into the forbidden area of ​​Houshan, and was washed away by the power of a hundred times red!

"what!"

"what!!"

In the tightly guarded cave, Conan's extremely screaming came out.

...

the other side.

Wilmot, who returned to the guild headquarters, also got what he wanted. Above the guild ring, he saw the murderer, Dirius Kent, who framed his brother.

After signing life and death.

On the ring, before the duel, there was a conversation between the two.

"Wilmote, why did you think of looking for a law enforcement elder to fight, do you not know my strength?" Dirius Kent was a noble robes, personable, because he was a noble, good at maintenance He looks like a handsome and free-spirited young man.

"Dirius Kent, you might have forgotten, how did the man named Columbine get framed by you more than ten years ago? You don't even know that as his brother, I Standing on this ring today is to avenge you? "

Wilmot said coldly.

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

Dirius Kent looked light and shrug, shrugging: "Sorry, it may have been too long. I have forgotten that there is a man named Columbine. If it was really me who killed In his words, I can only express regret. "

"Oh, it's normal for you to be malicious and forget about one or two victims, but today, I will apply the pain that my brother has suffered to you more than once!"

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

This remark!

There was an uproar from the audience.

The onlookers didn't expect that the hatred in Wilmot's heart was so powerful. Just by hearing his **** description, many onlookers felt sick and vomiting, and the discomfort was extremely strong.

Dirius Kent's complexion has also changed. Does anyone in this world even hate him so much?

But he immediately responded in a cold voice: "Do you think you can kill me with your strength?"

His body suddenly swelled, and the pressure of the strong man enveloped the entire ring.

Feeling this momentum, a few of the bystanders changed their faces and could not help but exclaim:

"This kind of coercion can only be issued by an 8th-level immortal warlock."

"Dirius Kent is 48 years old this year, not even fifty years old, so he is promoted to immortality?"

"Genius, a genius like Dirius Kent, is hard to come by in a century."

"Did you win, in this duel, Dirius Kent has no chance of losing."

Even Wilmot on the ring changed his face slightly.

Can't help saying: "Your strength has broken through again?"

The opposite Dirius Kent has launched an attack: "Go down with your brother, for the dead, it doesn't make sense to know as much as you know."

A 6th-level attack spell [Blue Light] was shot at Wilmot very quickly.

Wilmot escaped sideways, and a spell was brewing in his hand, immediately hitting back: "How about 8th-level immortality? Killing you a waste, it won't cost me much effort!"

It turned out that Wilmot had recently been promoted to a level 7 legend, only one step away from Dirius Kent.

But for more than half a year, Wilmot made full preparations, and then with the help of the combat support system, he killed Diliuskent who didn't have much actual combat experience. He was confident enough to be sure!

So the next contest ~ www.readwn.com ~ did indeed meet Wilmot's expectations, but beyond the expectations of all bystanders, it even made Diliuskent feel unbelievable.

In the first 20 minutes, the two had contact with each other, and no one could help anyone.

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

Wilmot is still unscathed, but instead looks like a savvy hunter, is constantly putting blood on a prey.

Then see the grinning smile on Wilmot's face, and the red light in his eyes.

Dirius Kent, who was frustratingly resisting, felt the fear for the first time, making the rules of his hand more and more chaotic.

The next 20 minutes was the scene of a thriller filming.

That sad cry.

Useless begging.

A large piece of blood was flowing on the ring.

And human organs in various parts.

The extremely shocking picture and unprecedented visual impact made the blue-handed seniors sitting on the VIP seat froze there, forgetting to call someone or stop it in person.

Finally, when Wilmot, who was covered in blood, laughed madly, and kept saying, "Brother, I will avenge you," was restrained by several law enforcement elders and dragged aside.

Dirius Kent, who was lying on the ground, had long lost his human form and died extremely thoroughly.

President Carlos Nari also walked to the ring and took a look.

The misery in front of him made his mouth twitch violently and his eyebrows jumped wildly!

Look at Wilmot, who can't see the mad smirk in the distance.

"madman."

"He is a lunatic!"

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