100: Chapter 100 Demon Castle!
Muya Continent.
Allen Dawson stood in the front cabin of the metal lifeform.
His gaze pierced through the transparent film of Divine Power, locking onto the bald, burly man below.
Bart was experiencing the greatest cognitive crisis of his life.
The mace he had infused with earth-style Highgod Divine Power was enough to crush an iron Ore mountain.
Yet, that previous strike had been like a mosquito biting an iron plate.
"This mark is tough! Scatter!"
Bart reacted extremely quickly, a cracked roar erupting from his throat.
The bandit gang cooperated tacitly, instantly scattering like a burst swarm of bees, diving into the piles of rubble in the Bloody Mountains.
They knew the survival Laws of Hell well.
When encountering a tough nut you cannot crack, running fast is the only way to survive.
"Since you've come, you might as well all stay."
Allen Dawson's voice was not loud, but it exploded clearly in everyone's ears.
His figure swayed slightly, and he vanished from the lounge in an instant.
The next second.
He appeared abruptly directly above Bart.
In mid-air.
The fire-red Divine Power did not erupt violently as it usually did.
Instead, it was restrained to the extreme.
Allen Dawson waved his hand casually; the zhan tian sword remained sheathed, and it was merely a finger-beam condensed from fire-style Highgod Divine Power.
The Void Realm was burned into a thin, long, pitch-black crack.
Those twisted heat waves did not even spread, but instead bit accurately toward the fleeing bandits like vipers.
"Ah!"
Screams rose and fell one after another.
The moment those Midgods and Lowgods touched the firelight, they didn't even have time for their godheads to emerge.
Their bodies carbonized instantly, turning into fly ash with a gust of wind.
"Highgod!"
"He is a Highgod!"
The thin, monkey-like Midgod screamed in terror, his legs shaking like a sieve.
He had originally hoped that Boss Bart could hold him off.
But upon turning his head.
He saw the invincible Bart in his mind frantically burning Divine Power to flee in the opposite direction.
At this moment, Bart was mentally greeting the thin monkey's ancestors for eighteen generations.
A metal lifeform worth tens of millions—is that something an ordinary Highgod can afford to ride?
He regretted it so much his intestines turned green.
After running rampant in these Bloody Mountains for tens of thousands of years, he had kicked a red-hot piece of black iron today.
Allen Dawson stepped through the air like a ghost.
With every step he took, a string of bandits' lives was harvested.
He was practicing micro-manipulation of his power.
Experts are as numerous as clouds in Hell; wasting Divine Power is seeking one's own death.
"It's your turn."
Allen Dawson appeared less than three meters behind Bart.
Feeling the heat behind him that threatened to ignite his Soul, Bart's single eye was filled with despair.
He turned around abruptly, the mace bringing up a tragic yellow halo of earth-style energy.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
This was a fight to the death, and even more so, a death struggle.
Allen Dawson just looked indifferently at the rusty mace falling down.
He reached out his left hand, grabbing directly at the heavy weapon that weighed a thousand jun.
"Crack."
The high-god artifact that Bart was so proud of cracked like rotten wood in Allen Dawson's hand.
Allen Dawson's Physical Body was now at the level of a high-god artifact.
This kind of ordinary standard weapon couldn't even leave a red mark on his skin.
Bart stood frozen in place, not even reacting when the fragments of his mace fell onto his feet.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
His throat felt stuffed with sand, extremely dry.
Allen Dawson did not answer; his right hand formed a sword finger and pressed against the center of Bart's eyebrows.
"Annihilation."
An invisible ripple instantly swept through Bart's Sea of Consciousness.
This was a Law attack targeting the Soul.
Bart's Six-Star Fiend level Soul defense was as fragile as a layer of window paper before this finger.
His single eye quickly dimmed, and his vitality was instantly cut off.
Allen Dawson withdrew his finger, and Bart's corpse fell softly toward the valley.
In just a few minutes.
This bandit gang that had dominated the Bloody Mountains for tens of thousands of years was completely wiped out.
Allen Dawson's Divine Sense swept over, sucking all the space rings scattered on the ground into his hand.
Even a mosquito's leg is meat.
Returning to the sword-shaped metal lifeform, the spaceship started again.
Because he had killed that gang of bandits, the subsequent journey was much quieter.
Passing bandit gangs, sensing the lingering killing intent from afar, all chose to stay hidden.
No one wanted to become the next Bart.
Three days later.
A massive city, so towering it seemed unreal, appeared at the end of the horizon.
That was the absolute core of Tianning Prefecture—Tianning City.
The city walls towered into the clouds, built entirely of deep purple black-yan stone.
This type of Ore is extremely hard; even a full-force strike from a Lowgod could only leave a shallow mark on it.
At the city gate.
A long line stretched far away.
These were God-level Experts gathered from various planes and territories.
Allen Dawson put away the metal lifeform and landed on the ground.
He did not display any superior arrogance.
In Hell, keeping a low profile is a required course for experts.
Even though he considered himself to have the combat power of a Seven-Star Fiend, in this kind of prefectural city, who knew which corner a Shura might be crouching in?
"The entry fee is ten ink stones."
The city gate guard spoke coldly.
These guards wore standard black armor, with the emblem of Tianning Prefecture tattooed on their chests.
Even the ordinary soldiers were all Midgods.
Allen Dawson casually handed over ten of these deep purple coins.
The guard took the ink stones and waved his hand casually.
Walking into the city gate.
A noisy wave of heat rushed toward him.
On the wide streets, not only were there various types of metal lifeforms gliding at low altitudes.
There were also various races with strange appearances.
There were one-eyed giants several meters tall, and long-eared elves with wings on their backs.
Most of them were in a hurry.
Here, except for the residential area inside the city, almost every inch of land reeked of competition.
Allen Dawson followed the signs and walked toward the city center.
There, one building was the most conspicuous.
It looked like a ferocious giant beast lying on the ground, emitting an aura that made people's hearts palpitate.
Demon Castle.
This was the most powerful and neutral organization in all of Hell.
Here, as long as you have strength, you can exchange it for anything you want.
Pushing open the heavy door.
The space inside the castle was far larger than it looked from the outside.
This was the so-called spatial folding technology.
The first floor was a hall, densely packed with God-level Experts looking for missions or companions here.
The air was filled with alcohol, the smell of blood, and a thick sense of oppression.
As soon as Allen Dawson entered the door, he attracted the attention of many people.
Highgod.
Although there were quite a few Highgods in Hell.
It was rare to see someone who looked as young as Allen Dawson, yet had an aura as deep as an abyss.
A Bunny Girl attendant wearing a slit long dress and with a hot figure walked over, swaying her slender waist.
She held a jade tray in her hand, on which were several cups of strong liquor emitting a strange fragrance.
"Sir, is this your first time at the Demon Castle in Tianning City?"
Her smile was sweet, but her eyes hid the shrewdness typical of a businessperson.
Allen Dawson nodded.
"I want to see your Castle Master."
His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable power.
The Bunny Girl was stunned for a moment.
The smile on her face froze for a moment, then became even more respectful.
"Sir, the Castle Master is in seclusion dealing with important matters."
"According to the rules, it is very difficult for guests who are not Seven-Star Fiend level to meet him directly."
She cautiously sized up Allen Dawson.
Although this person in front of her had an extraordinary demeanor, there was no Fiend badge on his chest.
In Hell, badges are the hard currency of status.