After a few reminiscences, the emotions between Fang Yuan and the King of Slaughter heated up in a straight line, and the master-apprentice relationship in the words almost overflowed, and anyone who saw it had to give a thumbs up, praising the good relationship between the teacher and the student.

Of course, only they know what the relationship between the big and small foxes is.

"Actually, you can bring a teammate with you on Hell Road, but after all, you are a god test, and the situation may be different from the usual, which is more special. And during this time, there are no players on the killing field who are about to reach Yum, and this time, you may have to rely on yourself. ”

"However, now that you're ready, I'm sure you'll have no problem. As for the opening day of the Hell Road...... How about tomorrow? ”

"Everything is up to the king." Fang Yuan said softly.

Such an attitude made the smile on the face of the King of Slaughter even bigger.

He likes to be so sensible Fang Yuan!

"That's not much nonsense, you go back and prepare well, come to the killing field early tomorrow morning, and start the road to hell!"

"Yes."

Fang Yuan respectfully stepped back.

In the vast dark room, only the King of Slaughter and the Knight of Slaughter remained.

The Killing King didn't speak, he sat on the throne inlaid with blue and purple crystals, quietly looked at the Killing Knight, waved his hand, and a wine glass filled with a red liquid was dragged in front of the Killing Knight's body by his soul power.

"It's been a long time since we've spoken like this, West Germany."

The unfamiliar yet familiar name made the Killing Knight pause slightly.

"What a strange name, Wang, you haven't called me that for decades." The Killing Knight looked at the special Huangquan Dew that was dragged by the bloody soul power and floated in front of him.

The drink that should have been intoxicating to him was so tasteless at the moment, but the Killing Knight took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Bloody, rancid.

Not only did the Killing Knight not feel the soothing feeling brought by drinking the Yellow Spring Dew before, but he felt that the taste of this cup of Yellow Spring Dew was so disgusting!

Huangquan dew is human blood, and the fishy aura contained in it can be described as extremely cold.

This power can only be described as relying on the defense for the killing knight who has taken the blood lingzhi and is full of yang fire.

The strange mood obviously caught the attention of the Killing King, but he didn't get angry, and his tone remained calm.

"Memories of the past are always reminiscent, and I remember that at that time, Ling had just entered the killing capital, and there were nearly 100 killings of bravery, cruelty, and killing, which made countless degenerates frightened."

"Later, you joined my command and became the law enforcement officer of the Killing Capital, and even swore allegiance to me and became my knight......"

"Wang, what kind of old things are these things, it's really embarrassing to say it now."

The Kill Knight snorted.

"yes, it's all old."

The King of Slaughter shook his head and filled his wine glass with a full glass of Yellow Spring Dew.

But instead of drinking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the killing knight: "Sid, do you remember your knightly oath?" ”

Knight's Oath......

A hint of remembrance flashed in the eyes of the Killing Knight, even if that memory was not good and not worth recalling, but it was always like this in the past, wasn't it?

However, he also vaguely guessed in his heart the meaning of the Killing King's words so much.

"I have never forgotten my oath, King."

"Really?"

The King of Slaughter took a sip of Huangquan Dew: "I want to listen to it again." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the Killing Knight knelt on his left knee and placed his right hand into a fist on his chest: "As you wish, King." ”

"I swear by the name of my heart—"

"'Loyalty' will become a character that I will respect all my life, abide by my heart, serve the king, and have no regrets for the rest of my life!"

"'Honor' will become an existence that is better than my life, defending the honor of killing all my life, and having no regrets for my life!"

"'Sacrifice' ......"

A hoarse, deep voice echoed through the dimly lit halls.

With the Killing Knight's firm words, the smile on the Killing King's face became more and more vigorous, but the Killing Knight's expression became a little trance-like.

He couldn't help but think of Fang Yuan's face, a slightly immature, but extremely resolute face.

"Sid, tell me."

"Who is your all, what you are loyal to, what you believe in, who you are willing to give everything for!"

The voice of the Killing King sounded in his ears, and the picture in the mind of the Killing Knight gradually became clear, and the figure that belonged to Fang Yuan was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At the same time, he raised his head, looked at the King of Slaughter, and told him the answer.

"It's the king!"

"It's the King of Killing!"

"Hahahahaha, good, good!"

The bloody king stood up from his throne, and the sound of wild laughter echoed through the dimly lit hall, and the stirring emotions even touched the soul power, rendering the entire hall crimson.

The Killing Knight lowered his head, his eyes growing more determined in the midst of wild laughter.

"It's the real ...... of the Killing Capital King! ”

……

"Have you heard, the former Killing Shura was actually made a holy son by the King of Killing!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense, the news has spread throughout the Killing Capital as early as last night, and it is said that the ceremony will be held in the Hell Killing Field!"

"Damn, then you can't go and see it!"

"Laugh to death, do you think it's your turn to see, when the news came out last night, the entire hellish killing field was already full of people."

"Huh?!"

Such a prosperous era is absent, and countless degenerates in the Killing City sigh.

And the degenerates in the Hell Killing Fields are immersed in the carnival and enjoy this grand event that belongs to the killing capital!

"Aren't we going down?"

At the high platform of the Hell Killing Field, Zhu Zhuqing looked at the cheering crowd below and whispered questions.

Today is the day when Fang Yuan is officially canonized as the Holy Son, shouldn't they, who are handmaidens, go down to cheer and celebrate together?

Isn't it a little too rude to stand on such a high place......

"Go down?"

The nightingale showed a strange smile and looked at the degenerates who were reveling below: "Sister Zhuqing, although we are deeply favored by the Holy Son, we can't mess with the etiquette." ”

"How can we, as maids, compete for a place with these sacrifices?"

"Sacrifices?"

The three girls were all stunned, their faces full of confusion, and they did not understand the meaning of the nightingale's words at all.

And just as the nightingale wanted to explain, a blood-red figure suddenly fell from the sky.

In the next second, the atmosphere of the entire Hell Killing Ground suddenly rose to the extreme!

"Lord of the Slaughter! The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter! ”

Countless Fallen looked at the King of Slaughter in mid-air and raised their arms and shouted, and the cheers resounded throughout the Hell Killing Field, until the King of Killing pressed his hand, and their voices gradually became quieter.

"I'm happy, very happy."

"You should have all gotten the news, yes, today, our Killing Capital will have its first Holy Son!" The Slayer King's gaze looked at one end of the Hell Killing Field, and a low, high-pitched voice echoed through the sky.

"Let's have to kill Shura!"