90: Chapter 90 Slaughtering the City, Killing the God

Name: Lawrence {High Priest of Sunset City, Dual Cultivator of Magic and Martial Arts}

Rank: 109 {First-Turn Demigod}

Speed: 135, Strength: 138, Spirit: 134

Divinity: 1 {Extremely Unstable}

Note: Demigods forcibly shaped by Plane Power like this have no possibility of further Breakthrough.

"The forcibly birthed Demigods are indeed ridiculously weak."

Looking at Lawrence before him, Chen Mo couldn't help but shake his head.

These stats aren't even as good as Blood One's current ones.

"Did you do all this?"

Lawrence glared at Chen Mo, his teeth chattering in rage.

"Yes!"

Chen Mo smiled and admitted it generously.

"As I thought."

Lawrence's eyes turned blood-red instantly, and he arrived in front of Chen Mo with a blink spell.

Magic and martial Qi surged simultaneously, intending to swat Chen Mo like those alien gods before him.

But he ultimately underestimated Chen Mo and overestimated himself.

"Without cultivating Laws, it is difficult to ascend the Divine Dao. You have the Realm of a Demigod but lack the essence of a deity. Let me teach you what the true Divine Dao is."

Chen Mo had no intention of backing down. With plenty of Divine Power, he had no fear of this half-baked indigenous Demigod like Lawrence.

In an instant, a wisp of golden light appeared in his palm.

Over 500 points of Divine Power poured into it, and countless blood threads materialized, rapidly forming a blood-colored spear.

But this time, Chen Mo did not throw the spear; instead, he held it gently in his hand.

Divine arts do not have only one fixed way of usage. For example, that Demigod who created the Blood Kill divine art card used it more as a crowd-control divine art.

But in Chen Mo's hands, Blood Kill leaned more towards pure slaughter.

"The Law of Blood has always been a niche existence. Indeed, controlling the blood within an enemy can form a certain control effect, but..."

Chen Mo, gripping the blood-colored spear, shook his head secretly: "The path of this divine art was wrong from the start."

As he spoke, a new wave of Law fluctuations emerged and merged into the blood-colored spear in his hand.

"God-Slaying! Kill!"

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar resounded. In Lawrence's terrified gaze, the blood-colored spear in Chen Mo's hand suddenly transformed into a hundred-meter-long blood-colored dragon, swallowing him in one gulp.

Death, Blood!

Second-tier dual-Law divine art.

Blood Dragon God-Slaying Spear!

"Another fusion divine art."

Outside, in the bamboo building, seeing Chen Mo slay a god with one blow, several representatives of the High Academy had their eyes light up.

"His comprehension of the Law of Death definitely hasn't reached 5%, yet he can fuse it into a second-tier divine art. This 'Law Creation' talent... is monster-level!"

A High Academy representative couldn't help but say.

Listening to the discussion around him, Li Chengsheng's expression was very complex.

But one person's expression was even more complex than his, and that was Tan Feng.

Looking at the high-spirited Chen Mo on the light screen, Tan Feng couldn't help but glance at his virtual wristwatch, which held an email sent by the school not long ago.

"Application rejected! Target does not currently meet the entry standards for the Prodigy Class!"

"Where is the High Priest?"

Inside the Sunset City temple.

The Divine Attendant, who had been heavily injured by Wei Qin and forced into a deep sleep, slowly woke up. He glanced at the empty inner hall of the temple, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Divine Envoy, you have finally awakened." A voice filled with tears followed.

The Divine Attendant looked up in confusion and saw a young knight who had no qualification to appear in the inner hall of the temple.

"What happened?"

The Divine Attendant suddenly felt a strong sense of unease, but before he could ask what was going on, a huge shadow suddenly smashed down from above the temple, simply crushing the young knight into a puddle of meat.

"Hehe!"

This fifth-tier Tyrant of Strength wiggled its butt, then stood up, provocatively looking at the Divine Attendant whose eyes seemed like they wanted to kill.

"My leader said he is waiting for you outside."

"I will kill you."

The Divine Attendant could not understand what the Tyrant of Strength was saying at all. He stoked his Power Of Faith and martial Qi and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

A mist of blood exploded in the sky. The blood-drenched Divine Attendant rushed out of the temple like a madman.

Then, he stopped.

At this moment, he saw the most terrifying scene of his Life.

Looking around, the color of blood had completely stained the temple. Everywhere, blood-colored monsters were slaughtering Temple Knights.

Most importantly...

At the very front of the Tyrant Legion, on a long pole.

Lawrence's head swayed from time to time in the wind.

Below the head, Blood One was picking his teeth with the thigh of a Temple Knight, looking at him provocatively.

"I'll only give you five minutes. If you can't kill him, I'll do it myself."

Chen Mo's voice sounded slowly. At this moment, he was sitting on a mechanical lounge chair made by the Jikai Race, playing with five metal cores that looked like copper blocks in his hand.

Clearly, apart from this recuperating Divine Attendant, all other Divine Attendants had met a tragic end.

"Alrighty, Divine Master."

Blood One threw away the right leg that belonged to a ninth-tier Temple Knight, his blood-colored muscles pulsing as if they had a Life of their own.

"Boom!"

A sonic boom rang out, and Blood One charged toward the Divine Attendant single-handedly.

Standing nearly fifteen meters tall, he looked like a blood-colored Gundam.

"Kill!"

This Divine Attendant, deliberately left behind by Chen Mo, had gone mad.

He recklessly squeezed the Power Of Faith and martial Qi in his body, his eyes red as he collided with Blood One.

"Bang!"

A figure flew high into the air, crashing into the temple behind him with even greater speed than when it arrived.

"Is that all?"

Blood One, with a large hole in his head, sneered and charged at the Divine Attendant, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, without hesitation.

"Not bad."

Chen Mo, who was watching the show, nodded and opened Blood One's attribute panel.

Kin: Mutated Species · Tyrant of Strength {7 mutations, special unit, intelligent creature, mythical creature}

Rating: Pseudo-Mythical {Lacking Divinity}

Rank: 89 {Eighth-tier Peak}

Strength 168, Speed 125, Spirit 112

Divinity: 1 {Refining}

Abilities: [Flesh Overload · lv2] [Flesh Regeneration] [Rage Aura] [Mutated Progenitor] [Plague Aura]

Faith Level: Fanatic

Special Status: [Mutation] {Completion times: 7, 8th mutation progress: 98.33%}

Actually, if looking only at attributes, Blood One was still above the deceased Lawrence at this time.

But Chen Mo understood that if they really fought, Blood One would probably not be Lawrence's match.

It was not just the bonus of Divinity to various abilities, but also the disadvantage of Mutated Species not cultivating extraordinary systems.

But then again, if the attribute gap is large enough, some rules can be broken.

Like now.

"Impossible?"

Looking at Blood One charging up again, the Divine Attendant actually revealed a trace of fear.

"Hehe, die for me."

Blood One arrogantly closed in on the Divine Attendant; the head that had been smashed into half earlier had now completely recovered.

"Boom!"

This punch landed heavily on the Divine Attendant's chest, and the Power Of Faith he had just gathered was directly dispersed.

However, this was normal. Blood One, having activated [Flesh Overload lv2], had strength that had reached a staggering 208.

This value was already comparable to some Martial Demigods who had just broken through.

Of course, this refers to those Martial Demigods in the Main World who have high-quality Cultivation Techniques; if it were indigenous ones, having 160+ would be quite good.

"Bang!"

The Divine Attendant flew high again. Even with the protection of the Power Of Faith, he had the illusion that his whole body was about to fall apart.

No... not an illusion.

"Refreshing!"

Blood One, who had sent the Divine Attendant flying with a level-one golf hook punch, shouted. Just as he was about to continue, he found that the Divine Attendant had already disintegrated in mid-air.

Severed limbs and arms were scattered everywhere.

"You have killed a Divine Attendant, points + 1000."

"You have occupied a large city, points + 2000."

"Current points: 20788!"

"Please note, your points have exceeded the average admission line of the Big Five top High Academies."

"Please note, after points exceed 20,000, the Federal Education Bureau will open a specific resource exchange library for you, and you can use points to exchange for corresponding resources."

Tian Shu's prompt sounded immediately, and Chen Mo's breathing stalled slightly at this moment.

"If history hasn't changed, that thing should be on the exchange list, but 20,000 points... not enough."

Thinking of this, Chen Mo stood up silently and looked at Blood One, who was still a bit confused.

"Divine Master, please speak." Blood One walked to Chen Mo's front very consciously.

"Take your Tyrant Legion and head east, with Sunset City as the border..."

Chen Mo gave a wink to Number One at his side.

Number One understood immediately and projected a brief map into mid-air.

"128 frontier cities, slaughter them all!"