Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 313
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The burly man widened his eyes, and the ax that was raised above his head froze in mid-air.
The spear in Joelson’s hand spun, and the platinum power at the tip of the spear crushed the burly man’s soul into pieces.
The ax fell to the ground and the burly man’s body fell backward.
Joelson did not even look at him. He casually swept away a red ice blade that had already arrived in front of him and looked coldly at the remaining person.
The thin man’s eyeballs were about to pop out when he saw that Joelson had finished off the strong man in one move.
Being swept by Joelson’s gaze, he instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran.
Joelson did not chase after him. The annihilation spear turned into a ray of black light and shot out, piercing through the thin man’s back and nailing him to the ground.
There’s a constant whine.
From the start of the battle to the end of the battle for Joelson, the whole process of time did not exceed five seconds.
Both of them had the strength of a divine domain expert but they were no match for the current Joelson. Killing them was as easy as killing a chicken.
Joelson left the thin man alive, but did not kill him directly, and was about to press him for information.
At this moment, a ball of blood-red light suddenly floated out of the body of the tall and strong man. It floated quietly in the air and gave off a brutal and evil aura.
“What is this?”
Joelson was stunned and frowned in confusion.
The skinny man immediately shouted, “Sir! Sir, you just entered the Land of Slaughter, right? I know, I know everything. I will tell you everything. I just hope that Sir won’t kill me!”
Joelson was silent as he slowly walked forward.
After a period of time.
Joelson casually pulled out the annihilation spear from the skinny man’s corpse.
He had already obtained everything he wanted to know.
“I didn’t expect that I would actually come to the Destruction one of the four higher planes.”
Joelson had a strange expression on his face.
According to what the skinny man said, the place he was currently at was called the Land of Slaughter. It was a special battlefield plane.
It was a “playground” or “arena” that belonged to a certain big shot.
This big shot was a king of the Plane of Destruction.
Existences with long lifespans that were close to eternity would always find something to do for fun during their long and boring time.
Weak ants would become these people’s pastimes.
The Land of Slaughter was a battlefield where ants fought for their lives. It was similar to the arena in Ancient Rome but it was much larger and crueler.
When the burly man and the skinny man died, they each had a ball of blood-red light on their bodies.
This was the medal of the Land of Slaughter.
Here, it was also known as killing points.
The people who entered the Land of Slaughter only had one thing to do and that was to collect as many killing points as possible in exchange for a slim chance of survival.
Joelson tried to absorb the two balls of killing power into his body. Only then did he realize that a similar blood-red ball of light had appeared in his soul.
When the two balls of killing power merged, the ball of light became bigger and brighter.
Joelson released a wave of killing power and the blood-red light blade left a deep mark on the ground.
The power was not bad. It was even stronger than the power of a single-elemental law.
An unknown power suddenly appeared in his body, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He tried to expel the power of slaughter.
The law of destruction seemed to smell something delicious. It greedily pounced on him. In just an instant, the power of slaughter was reduced by half, and the law of destruction became a little stronger.
Joelson suddenly understood that this so-called power of slaughter was actually the use of the law of slaughter, similar to platinum power.
The big shot who created this arena planted the seeds of the law of slaughter into everyone’s body. The killers killed each other and plundered each other, similarly nourishing the power of the law of slaughter.
According to the skinny man, the Land of Slaughter calculated once a month, and the black and gold sun in the sky was the watcher.
The 10,000 people with the least amount of killing power would be mercilessly killed and the 10 people with the highest amount would have the chance to leave the Land of Slaughter.
But no one knew if these final victors had finally walked out.
Joelson suddenly came to a realization. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout his entire body in an instant.
This process looked like breeding!
The slaughterers in the Land of Slaughter were like a group of pigs being kept in captivity. They snatched food from each other and when they were fat enough, they would be sent to the slaughterhouse one by one.
Joelson’s expression was solemn.
Looking at the current situation, no matter what the slaughterers did, there were only two paths left in front of them.
Either the victor would be reaped or the eliminated one would be eliminated.
Or, he would be trapped in the Land of Slaughter forever.
When he tried to enter the space of the ranch, he was instantly relieved.
Fortunately, he could still enter the space of the ranch at will.
He still had a way out. As long as he wanted to, he could get out of this cage at any time.
Soon, his mind became active. He checked the divine crystal of the law of destruction in his body.
The law of slaughter was a branch of the law of destruction, one of the supreme laws. The power of slaughter was the best nourishment for the power of destruction.
Since he had comprehended the law of destruction, his progress on the path of destruction had been very slow. The current situation was a rare opportunity for him.
He could absolutely plunder the power of slaughter here until the law of destruction grew to a certain level before he considered leaving.
Thinking of this, Joelson controlled the law of destruction and let go of the remaining power of slaughter.
If the power of slaughter were to disappear completely, it might be considered as an eliminated person and be eliminated.
Joelson looked at the black-golden sun in the sky that was like a huge eyeball, his eyes flashing.
Then, let me play this game properly!
Joelson kept moving towards the direction of the black-golden sun.
The Land of Slaughter was very vast, several times bigger than the central continent.
But at a glance, all the places were barren.
The dark red gobi, the occasional rotten swamp, and the sparse vegetation were mostly like the bloodthirsty bushes he had encountered, hiding the killing intent.
After flying day and night for three days, Joelson finally met the second group of people he had met in the Land of Slaughter.
Two groups of people were confronting each other.
A dark-red fruit grew on the top of a small, twisted tree. The fruit exuded an extremely alluring aura.
Joelson watched from afar, his attention constantly focused on the dark-red fruit.
Even from such a distance, he could sense the dense aura of slaughter emanating from the fruit.
The two groups of people quickly began to fight.
Both sides were at divine domain rank. There was not much of a difference between them but one of them had faintly reached the peak of the divine realm.
The slaughter-type power of law he had grasped was simply overwhelming when used against weak people. Ordinary-type power of law had no effect on him. On the contrary, it was several times weaker.