Douluo: Emerald Poison King

Chapter 506 - Come forth, Endless War God!

Although this land of the Killing City has long been tainted by evil and bloodshed, making it unsuitable for cultivation, and even the produce grown here is heavily polluted, corrupting the bodies and minds of those who consume it, who cares?
The evil spirit masters lured in are just consumables; the only profit is from their execution. The reason for cultivating them is simply to let them unleash their full value before they die and to wear down their combat power.

After they die, their corpses are naturally not wasted. In a killing city teeming with villains, cannibalism is commonplace, and even the bodies of Soul Masters are more sought after than the corpses of Soul Beasts.

In the field, a slave soul master swayed, his face, already pale from blood loss, now filled with a thick aura of death. His breathing became weak, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided, indicating that he was about to die.

However, witnessing this scene, the others around did not feel any sense of shared sorrow or sympathy; instead, they all revealed greedy and bloodthirsty smiles. Everyone, including the overseer, stared at the swaying Soul Master, whose fragile body finally collapsed under countless malicious gazes.

Because his body had been almost completely hollowed out, the vibrations when he hit the ground were very slight.

The pale-faced evil spirit masters swarmed around the dead evil spirit master like sharks smelling blood, their greedy eyes fixed on the still-breathing "corpse." The overseer stepped forward, casually touching the still faintly rising and falling chest, and with a slight surge of soul power, shattered the man's fragile heart meridian.

"It is with great regret that another friend has left us. But fortunately, not only is there one less person to compete with you for food today, but each of you will also receive an extra piece of corpse starch."

The overseer stood up, casually hoisted the corpse from the ground onto his shoulder, and announced to the people around him.

"Thank you, Great King of Slaughter! Thank you, Great Tang San! It is he who has given us this kind of life!"

As the overseer spoke, the slave soul masters suppressed their laughter, clasped their hands together, and made a gesture that resembled prayer.

"Tang Sect!" xN.

The corpse of the dead Soul Master was taken to a small hut by the overseer, where an evil magic circle was carved on the blood-stained ground.

The foreman placed the corpses of the dead Soul Masters on the magic circle, skillfully picked up the dissecting knife beside him, opened the abdominal cavity of the dead Soul Masters, took out the internal organs, and put them into boxes that had been prepared in advance, sealing off the little life force inside.

As the body was hollowed out, the magic circle entered its second phase. The overseer licked his fingers, praying greedily to the magic circle. As red light flashed, an invisible force surged from the ground, sucking every drop of blood from the corpse.

After a while, when the red light dissipated, only a withered, mummy-like corpse and a crimson crystal the size of a thumbnail remained in the magic circle.

The foreman stacked the boxes containing the entrails, then placed the crimson crystal formed from blood on the lid of one of the boxes. He then carried the desiccated corpse into another corner of the room.

With a sickening sound, the Tang Clan's machinery broke the originally dry and dehydrated corpse, along with its hair and clothes, into small pieces of debris.

Under the influence of violence, the remains of the corpse were mixed with many materials such as sawdust, soil, and ashes. Finally, a small cup of Bloody Mary was poured in and stirred, and the so-called corpse starch was considered complete.

Of course, as the foreman, and a "kind-hearted" man, he didn't forget to add some extra ingredients for his men. To prevent them from feeling dry from eating them plain, he specially took off his pants and added some filling to make them more moist.

Shortly after the overseer left the hut with a feast of corpse starch, a law enforcement officer who had been notified arrived inside, disgustedly packed the filthy contents from the box, and took them into the inner city of the Killing Capital.

The City of Slaughter is not a physical plane, but a semi-independent plane created by divine power. It exists both within the Douluo World and outside the Douluo Continent. It cannot be entered or escaped through simple force.

The space within the demiplane is divided into two levels: one is the inner city, inhabited by the powerful and law enforcers from various killing cities, and the other is the wilderness outside the city, which was originally used to exile waste, but was later repurposed for farming.

This law enforcement officer of Killing City was clearly very dissatisfied with the current state of the city. However, as a worker, he was powerless to do anything but obediently carry out his duties to avoid being treated as a blood slave like his unfortunate colleagues.

After passing through several layers of transfers, the box containing internal organs and blood crystals was delivered to the innermost part of the inner city, appearing in a dark room. Tang San, covered in thick, long black hair, opened his blood-red eyes upon smelling the blood, tears of emotion streaming from his lips.

He crawled on the ground like a giant spider, using both hands and feet, until he reached the box. He opened the box and greedily pressed his face against the entrails.

As the stench of blood filled his nostrils, Tang San vaguely heard voices ringing in his ears.

"Third Brother, dinner's ready."

"Little mistress, cultivate diligently, and one day you will avenge me and your mother."

"Tang San, you are the best disciple of my Tang Clan. Do not let down the name of the Tang Clan."

“Xiao San, your talent is the best. With your innate full soul power and the talent of twin martial souls, you will definitely be able to surpass your great-grandfather.”

Xiao Wu, Tang Hao, the Tang Clan's Grand Elder from his previous life, his teacher Yu Xiaogang, and the elders of the Haotian Sect who were devoured by him.
Familiar voices echoed within Tang San's spiritual sea, encouraging him. Spurred on by these voices, Tang San, as if showing off, picked up the internal organs and began to devour them, absorbing their power.

As Tang San's human organs were consumed, his condition also changed. Some of the thick, bristly hairs on his body fell out, and his skin regained a slight human rosy hue. Although it seemed insignificant, it was indeed a gradual process of returning him from a half-human, half-beast state back to being human.

However, as the resentment contained within merged into Tang San's body, the voices in Tang San's mind became clearer and more chaotic, as if dozens of different personalities and faces had entered his body.

However, because Tang San considered himself "pure and innocent," all the personalities he identified with cheered him on wildly, portraying his actions as incredibly righteous and reliable. For the past two and a half years in the City of Slaughter, Tang San only did five things: eat, sleep, cultivate in his room, vent his desires on others, and kill in the arena.

Through a "simple" training method, Tang San gradually recovered some of his original half-human, half-beast form, transforming into what now appears to be a form where he is permanently possessed by a spider-like martial soul. However, his mental state is even more worrying.

Wiping the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, Tang San casually tossed the blood crystal into his mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound. He stared at the familiar ceiling above him, lost in thought, a rare occurrence for him.

"I have been in the City of Slaughter for nearly three years and have already won almost forty battles. As long as I win another sixty battles, I can leave this hellish place and continue to improve my cultivation."

"Xiao Wu, tell me, why are the God of Slaughter and my great-grandfather unwilling to pass the Asura God's divine test to me? My talent is so outstanding, and my character is so perfect, so why are they unwilling to give me the divine test? Don't they see that I am the one most qualified to inherit the nine tests and become a god?"

Tang San muttered to himself, while "Xiao Wu" in his mind cheered him on.

“Third Brother, you are the best. Those people look down on you because they are blind. They have already chosen the path to their deaths. The Sea God’s legacy still exists on Sea God Island. As long as those people on Sea God Island are not blind, you will surely be able to easily gain the Sea God’s attention, become a god, and then resurrect me.”

"Yes, Xiao San, don't give up. What is Tang Chen anyway? He's nothing but a skeleton in a tomb. As my son, I believe you can do it!"

"They all have ways to kill me!" Hearing the encouragement in his mind, Tang San revealed an innocent smile, then pushed open the door of the secret room, and felt the sweet air filled with the smell of blood outside after a long time.

After walking along the dark tunnel for a while, Tang San saw his two good friends, Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng.

Upon seeing Tang San arrive, Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng smiled at him. Tang San then summoned his martial soul and joined in the fun game.

In the Hell Road beneath the City of Slaughter, Hypronos soaked in a pool of blood, his emotions icy cold, his eyes filled with distress and helplessness.

Looking at the longsword at the end of Hell Road, slowly absorbing the negative energy that had accumulated in the City of Slaughter over the years, Hypronos really couldn't understand his master's intentions.

"Is it really necessary to raise such a fool? Even at the cost of a divine weapon?"

Although the longsword on the road to hell looks very similar to the Asura Demon Sword, and its attributes are also very close, it is actually the sword used by Hypronos. Originally sealed in the Asura Temple before leaving the realm of gods, it was secretly sent down by the Asura God several years ago to absorb evil power.

As he watched his sword gradually transform into someone else's shape, Hypronos felt like the protagonist in an NTR manga, his heart filled with pain. However, because it was an order from his master/superior, Hypronos could only watch helplessly as his beloved, who had been by his side since he became a god, was gradually transformed into someone else's form.

To be honest, if when Hypronos first descended to the mortal realm he thought his master must have some deeper meaning in doing so, now Hypronos feels that not cursing is already a demonstration of his loyalty.

The once infamous God of Slaughter, who was known for his murderous aura in the divine realm, lay like a salted fish in the pool of blood, his body covered in thick, foul-smelling liquid, his eyes lifeless as if he had been ruined.

"My Lord God, I hope your wisdom and plans will be worthy of your efforts. I hope that the God of Pride is living a life ten thousand times worse than mine in the mortal realm!"

Hypnos gradually drifted into a shallow sleep amidst the constant cursing, no longer looking at the signs that his lover was being transformed by his master.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the Douluo Continent, the God of Arrogance found himself in a long-forgotten predicament.

Because Chen Ming secretly contacted the God of Forging in the God Realm through Lou Gao, who was preparing to flee with his buckets, and with the God of Arrogance as his guarantor, he got the God of Forging to forge a special divine artifact.

Chen Ming took out the model and rough blueprints he had prepared, and explained the principles he had envisioned and the functions he wanted to the God of Forging. He also subtly demonstrated his special abilities through the small object in his hand.

In Chen Ming's plan, it was a huge device that looked like a pyramid, containing various complex principles about bloodline, life force, soul power, spiritual power, and the composition of martial soul.

It possesses the ability to draw upon attribute-less cosmic energy from the universe, and like a plant, it has "roots" that allow it to grow and draw power from the earth, extracting the power of world order from the land. It also serves as a vessel for the mutual transformation and fusion of these two forces.

Through massive equipment, bloodline power and spiritual energy can be extracted from the person sitting on the throne. This bloodline power is then stabilized by combining it with the pyramid itself. Finally, the extracted power is transformed into a spirit ring by combining it with the laws concerning spirit rings copied from the Douluo World.

Even as a master blacksmith from the divine realm, it took him quite a while to understand the principle and function of Chen Ming's device after seeing it, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"If it is built according to your blueprints, then the quality of this artifact will be at least at the level of a main artifact. Moreover, due to the limitations of various functions and the operating principle, it will be even more complicated to use than a normal main artifact."

"If you were forging a divine artifact for yourself, I wouldn't see anything wrong with it. I could even understand your motivation if you were to forge such an artifact after you've become a god. But what would someone who hasn't even become a god do with something so complex?"

"Extracting energy from the void of the universe, using the power of faith and the pure source power of the plane to dull and downgrade it, and then extracting the bloodline power of the individual on this torture instrument, this throne, to form special energy. In the end, all this trouble is just to create some soul rings?"

"Are you just looking for trouble?"

(End of this chapter)