Volume IX. "Human Hair Killing Machine"

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Shura Realm, Demon Domain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The main realm of the Shura realm is without sun and moon, and outside the main realm, there are four major domains, as well as many small domains.

The Demon Zhu Domain is one of the four major domains of the Shura Realm, it was originally a world of its own, called Tianzhu, two or three thousand years ago, it has been annexed by the Shura Realm and has become one of the four major domains of the Shura Realm.

There is both the sun and the moon in the Demon Continent, but here, the sun is miserable white, not dazzling, even if it is daytime, the sky is gray. A long time ago, when the domain gate connecting this world to the Shura realm was not opened, it was naturally not like this, at that time, Tianzhu was said to be full of golden crops, and the earth was flowing with milk, and people did not need to do things, relying on the food that naturally grew on the land, they could live a good life...... Of course, this is just a legend.

People always like to imagine a bygone era for a better time, especially on days like these.

The Demon Continent is located in the south of the main realm of the Shura realm, and directly north of it is the domain gate that connects to the main realm. The Demon Zhu Domain covers a vast area, and the domain lord who rules here is the Golden Demon King Rahu Heavenly Attack. As the famous Shura general who has followed Emperor Shura for the longest time, even according to Shura's lifespan, his age is already too long, and in these years, he has rarely appeared.

In the middle of the Demon Domain, there is a castle, called the Black Sky Castle, hundreds of miles southwest of the Black Sky Castle, there is a treacherous mountain, this mountain is called the evil dwelling, a high wall surrounds the entire mountain, at this moment, a team, is heading towards its main entrance.

The gate was made of black iron, and the patterns on the door formed a huge beast, and the beast opened its fangs, as if to devour everyone who entered it, and did not even spit out the bones. The man guarding the door was not too tall, with black hair, a blue face, and strong muscles, and a long iron rod in his right hand, which was a little red like the color of blood.

Seeing the procession winding in the distance, the black-haired and blue-faced man squinted slightly. At the front of the team was a warrior in iron armor, followed by a dozen Moro warriors. The warlord rode his horse, and the miserable white sunlight made people and horses pour gray shadows on the ground.

The blue-faced man stepped forward, and he had already recognized that this general was the general Rosh Jinsheng, and in the Mozhu Domain, the surname Rosh meant that he was a "Guma".

"General." The blue-faced man was a little surprised, "The general has only been away for a few days, why did he come back again?" ”

Roshkinsheng waved his hand, and a skinny child was pushed out of the ranks. He rode on his horse and glanced at the blue-faced man: "You can also take this child." ”

The blue-faced man looked at the child, his face was quite delicate, and at first glance he knew that it had not yet begun to develop, dirty clothes, his head was lowered, and he looked taciturn...... Most of the children who will be brought here are like this.

The blue-faced man said, "General, the training inside has begun, and I will bring people here at this time......"

Rosh Jinsheng smiled: "Take it, it's not a big deal." A few days ago, Hei Tianfei passed by Chengfeng, and one of her pets ran away...... Well, it's a little moon rabbit that only exists in Donghua Domain, which is very rare in our place, somehow, I was scared by a strange black animal that suddenly appeared, and then ran away. The relationship between Concubine Heitian and the prince of poison...... You know, the lord was naturally in a hurry, and sent people everywhere to look for him, and finally was found by this child. ”

The blue-faced man said, "This kid ......"

"Just a bastard." The general of Chengfeng said nonchalantly, "I originally planned to throw him a reward casually, but this kid actually said that he didn't want a reward, and he hoped to give him a chance to become a Moro." The lord didn't take it seriously, it was the Heitian Concubine who asked, knowing that this child was originally from the Shura clan, and his grandfather's generation was beaten into an Asura because he offended the Rakshasa prince, and his mother was an unclean woman, so she became a mongrel. Although he is a mongrel, no matter what, he also has Shura blood, and helping Hei Tianfei find her pet can be regarded as a bit of credit, so Hei Tianfei asked me to send him over. ”

The blue-faced man looked at the child and frowned: "The children here are all carefully selected from all over the region, and this little guy is just because he helped Hei Tianfei find a small pet......

Rosh Jinsheng chuckled: "The person sent it, whether he is dead or alive depends on himself, he hopes to have a chance to become a Moro, the opportunity is given to him, and it is his own business if he can't get through it." Since Concubine Heitian has spoken, for the sake of the second prince, it is not a big deal to give her a face, right? ”

But it turned out that in the Demon Domain, the caste system was strict. Among them, the highest is Shura, and the second is Kuma.

The so-called Guma, is when the Shura people invaded Tianzhu, the first to take refuge in the Shura Emperor, to help the Shura Emperor conquer the four nobles of Tianzhu, after the Shura Emperor changed Tianzhu to the Mozhu, he gave the four major families of Tianzhu and their descendants as "Guma", out of the Demon Zhu Domain, Kuma is also Asura, but in the Demon Zhu Domain, they have considerable privileges, and they are nobles who assist the Golden Demon King in managing the Demon Zhu Domain.

In addition to these four nobles, the original Tianzhu people all belong to the "mongrels" who are forbidden to have surnames, and there are many elements of "mongrel", among which there are naturally some ancestors who were also Shura, but were forcibly removed because of some crimes.

Under normal circumstances, once you become a "mongrel" and become a slave for generations, it is almost impossible to get ahead. But in the Shura world, there is also a special identity called "Moro".

Moro is not a Shura, but in the Demon Domain, he is on the same level as Kuma. From the "mongrels" in the fifteen letters of the Seven Kingdoms of the Demon Zhu Domain, carefully selected and qualified children, after rigorous training, they will have the opportunity to join the army, like this kind of warrior who is not Shura, but serves the army, is "Moro", although their status is not as good as Shura, but it is significantly higher than the "mongrel", if they have great military achievements in the future, it is not impossible to become "Shura".

It can be said that at least in the Mozhu Domain, becoming a Moro warrior is the only possible chance for a child of a "mongrel" to come out.

The father of this child, although he is also an Asura, is real, with Shura blood, but his mother is obviously also a "mongrel", for the Shura and Kuma in the Demon Domain, the women in the mongrel are all unclean and "untouchable".

The black-haired and blue-faced man glanced at the child, as a child from a mongrel background, he actually knew that he would give up the reward and would rather be sent to such a place for training, at least he still had the ambition. Anyway, there are a lot of children who are sent here every year, and he is not a bad one.

At that moment, he took over the child from the hands of the general who came from Chengfenglai, and after the team left, he took the child into the ridge through the open side door, asked a few words casually, and made a registration. Then he took the boy and went deeper.

All kinds of strange buildings, intertwined with canine teeth in front of them, as the most basic selection mechanism for Moro warriors, from the moment they entered the interior, what they felt was indescribable gloom and irrepressible oppression. The black-haired and blue-faced man briefly explained the rules here, in fact, to sum up, it is nothing more than "obey orders, even if you die, you must obey orders", but this kind of thing doesn't need to be explained, right? He thought in his heart, anyway, for a child from this background, he had already become numb.

Passing through the buildings, the Moro warriors from the high arrow towers looked at them. In the large open space ahead, more than 200 children have accumulated. The black-haired and blue-faced man looked at it, thinking that there was much less.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you!" He said coldly, "This batch, there are more than 500 children sent from all over the country, and in just a few days, more than 100 have died, and finally those who can really practice the magic root and have the preliminary qualifications to become Moro warriors, it is good to be able to appear ten in the batch, and the rest will either die or be disabled." You still have a chance to turn back, and it's better to be a mongrel for the rest of your life than to leave your life here. ”

The child bowed his head and said nothing.

The black-haired, blue-faced man grabbed his bloodstained black iron rod, flicked the child forward, and then pushed it with the head of the stick. The child staggered forward, and for a moment, the other children in the array also looked at him.

In front of the children was a burly, steel-muscular Moro warrior who looked down at the boy who had been pushed over, and then at the man with black hair and blue face. The black-haired young man said, "The new one is yours." ”

The Namoro warrior looked at the child again, and with a slam on the ground, a stone jumped into his hand, and he handed it to the new child: "Crush it." ”

The child looked up at him in surprise.

"Crush it!" The Moro warrior snorted.

The boy took the stone and held it with both hands, and his face became redder and redder, but the stone did not move.

The Moro warrior glared at the black-haired and blue-faced man, "Teasing me? ”

The black-haired and blue-faced man hurriedly said: "Well, you misunderstood, this kid was not sent over because he was found to have good qualifications and his physique is sensitive to demonic energy, but he was sent over because he helped Hei Tianfei find her cute little moon rabbit." ”

The Moro warrior muttered, "What the hell? He glanced at the boy again.

At this moment, the child was still holding the stone that did not move, and there was no demonic energy overflowing from his body. The other children looked at him one by one, and some of them laughed in a low voice.

"Send all the garbage here." The Moro warrior slapped the new kid on the head and gestured casually, "Go to the group." ”

The boy stumbled away and stood at the end of the line. The black-haired and blue-faced man glanced at the stone in his hand and thought, "The child probably won't live for a few days." For the children of the Shura clan, even if they are not sensitive to demonic energy, they still have the opportunity to receive orthodox training and cultivation. But a bastard like this, if he can't train the demon root on his own, let alone become a Moro warrior, no one cares about him wherever he dies. And looking at this child, he doesn't have any magic at all.

You must know that those who can be selected from all over the country and sent here are basically born with a demonic energy-sensitive physique, and they don't need much training to already have some demonic energy, and as a mongrel, only such children have some value for selection, although the vast majority of people will die in the process of being selected.

The boy only knew that becoming a Moro warrior was his only chance to make his way out, but he didn't know the cruelty involved.

The black-haired young man shook his head, looked up, and looked at the sky. For this child, the only thing that is fortunate is that today's training is over, at least, he still has a chance to live until tomorrow.

Without saying anything more, he just turned and walked away.

The Namoro warrior took two steps back and forth in front of the team, and said sharply: "That's the end of today's training, if you want to become a Moro and become a good warrior, this is just the beginning, to put it mildly, most of you have no hope of success." But now that you're here, you have no choice between succeeding and getting rid of your status as bastards and serving the army, or dying......"

reprimanded loudly, and then pointed to a relatively large child: "You bring the new one first, and tell him what you have learned in the past few days." After that, he walked away.

The older child looked and saw that after the children had dispersed, the new, skinny child was still holding the stone vigorously, as if he had used up the strength to feed, but it still had no effect. The big boy walked towards him, and at that moment, a man next to him snatched the stone from the child's hand, pinched it hard, and with a bang, the stone shattered and scattered.

With a laugh, the boy patted the gravel in his hand and went with the other people around him, leaving only the newcomer, with his head down, looking at the ground silently.

The older kid came to the newcomer and said, "Don't worry, there's still a chance." What I thought in my heart was that not only did this child not have a little demonic energy, but he still looked weak, and he didn't even have much strength, and it was a question of whether he could survive tomorrow.

Also as a "mongrel", he had some sympathy in his heart, and patted the new child on the shoulder: "I will teach you how to sense demonic qi at night, by the way, my name is Niu Eighteen, and my ancestors have been helping my master raise cattle for generations." What about you? What is your name? Of course, Niu Eighteen is not surnamed Niu, and for "mongrels" like them, in fact, all of them have no surname.

He looked at the new kid and asked indifferently. Although everyone doesn't have a surname, there must be a name to call them.

In front of him, the new kid slowly raised his head, his eyes, in the miserable white twilight, shining like a black jewel: "My name is ...... Xiao Jiang! ”