DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 401: Wilfrid. Bartholomew
Somewhere in the Divine Kingdom.
On the vast plains, three to four hundred demigods gathered. These demigods were all wearing the same black armor. Clearly, they were members of the Divine Slaughter Kingdom.
At this moment, three to four hundred of these demigods had surrounded hundreds more demigods.
"Lord Bartholomew, everything has been collected."
A peak half-god bowed, lowered his head and spoke respectfully to the other peak gods.
The reason why he was so respectful was very simple.
Even though they were both at the level of a peak god, this person in front of him was the second genius of the younger generation of the Divine Slaughter Kingdom!
He was many times stronger than her.
The peak demigod known as Bartholomew had a very muscular body. In fact, he was comparable to a barbarian warrior. Just by standing here, he was like a sturdy fortress.
Bartholomew slightly nodded, not even glancing at the person who spoke it.
Instead, he looked at the person next to him and said, "Wilfrid, this time, it's my turn, right?"
Unlike Bartholomew's rough appearance, this person was extremely handsome, and his aura was extremely noble. He's like a noble.
This person was the number one genius of the younger generation of the Divine Slaughter Kingdom and was currently ranked number one on the blood red light screen.
Wilfred!
When Wilfrid heard these words, she simply looked at Bartholomew calmly, then turned to look at the roughly one hundred demigods that had been besieged.
"I can give you half" Wilfrid said.
Bartholomew's eyes widened, and his gaze was filled with anger. He shouted loudly, "Wilfrid, you've taken all my points twice in a row. Your points are almost twice as high as mine!"
As he spoke, Bartholomew pointed to a screen of blood-red light that floated in the air.
First Place: Wilfrid. Points: 13,849.
Second place: Bartholomew. Points: 7,139.
When Bartholomew saw the dots on the light screen, he got even more angry.
"You still want to split it in two?"
Bartholomew shouted loudly, his voice almost condensing into a circle of ripples that could be seen with the naked eye, spreading outwards, causing the surrounding demigod experts to be unable to help but cover their ears.
The hundreds of more demigod experts around him all had ugly faces when they heard the argument between Wilfrid and Bartholomew.
As one of the four great empires in the Plane of Slaughter, they were the geniuses of the younger generation of the Litlan Empire.
Wherever they went, they would receive the respect of everyone.
And now?
They are being discussed like cattle!
Hundreds of more half-god experts all had expressions of contempt on their faces. When have they ever been humiliated like this?
Their gazes towards Wilfrid and Bartholomew were filled with indignation and hatred that could not be hidden.
But when everyone thought of their own ending, they could not help feeling hopeless.
The only reason why they were still alive was because Wilfrid and Bartholomew had yet to decide who would kill them.
When the two of them came to an agreement, it would be the moment death would befall them.
A wave of unwillingness appeared in everyone's hearts.
They were all renowned geniuses of the Litlan Empire, and they had a bright future and a long life span.
How could they die here?
Everyone exchanged glances, then discovered that the other was the same as them.
Everyone's gazes became firm, and a thought flashed through their minds.
Rather than waiting for death to come down without doing anything, it would be better to fight them to death!
Thinking of this, over a hundred gods simultaneously attacked, attacking the surrounding carnage denizens.
Over ten of the most powerful peak stage demi-god experts in the group turned into more than ten light lines, charging towards Wilfrid and Bartholomew in the sky.
In an instant, the plains were filled with the thick and dense strength of the profound truth of the laws of slaughter. A large amount of space shattered, revealing a pitch-black color.
The screams of pain were heard continuously.
Some were demigods from the Slaughter Divine Kingdom, and some from the Litlan people.
Wilfrid looked down at the commotion that was happening. His face was calm, as if he did not find this matter strange at all.
This kind of thing has happened many times in the past few days.
But the result will always be the same.
More than ten peak half-god experts of Litlan Empire circulated their slaughter laws to their limits, attacking the two of them together.
Wilfrid didn't move at all. It was as if he was scared silly and gave up on fighting back.
Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the ten peak half-god experts. They think they will succeed.
Right at this moment, a huge figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
It was like a sturdy fortress, blocking between them and Wilfrid.
It's Bartholomew!
Over ten peak stage demi-god experts, upon seeing this person, their pupils constricted.
However, he was also their target. They had already reached this stage, and it was too late for them to escape.
If they wanted to survive, they could only kill them both!
Everyone doesn't stop moving. More than ten weapons wrapped in the mysterious mystery of the law of slaughter were suddenly cut down on Bartholomew's body.
Clangs!
In an instant, over ten metallic clashing sounds rang out.
Everyone feels something is wrong. There was no feeling of weapons hacking into flesh and bone.
The next instant, when everyone saw what was happening in front of them clearly...
Everyone's bodies stiffened, and they were all stunned on the spot.
All of their assertiveness disappeared, replaced by a despair that could not be hidden in their eyes.
They only saw about a dozen weapons slashing through Bartholomew's body, as if they were cutting down the most violent highgod artifacts.
Not to mention killing Bartholomew, everyone's full force attack did not even leave a single wound or a single mark on Bartholomew's body.
Instead, everyone's weapons chipped.
A dozen or so peak stage demigod experts felt as if they had just stepped onto the path of cultivation, the first time they encountered a monster.
Everyone could not help but swallow. Only fear remained in their hearts.
Under everyone's terrified gaze, Bartholomew attacked with her palm.
The law of slaughter wrapped around his hand, crushing the void with his bare hands, leaving behind a pitch-black mark.
A dozen peak stage demigod experts did not possess the slightest strength to withstand this attack. They were instantly crushed into dregs.
Seeing this, the people from the Litlan Empire who had fought back and tried to escape were all stunned, their entire bodies trembling.
"Forget over. This time it's yours."
Perhaps because ten or more of the most powerful experts had been killed by Bartholomew, Wilfrid spoke up.
Bartholomew nodded, revealing a satisfied expression on his face. Then, his gaze was filled with ruthlessness as he stared at the people from the Litlan Empire on the ground.
...
Moments later.
The bloodstains on the plains fused into a small stream. The ground was covered with broken corpses as if there was a layer of blood mist covering this piece of land.
Bartholomew looked at the blood red light screen in the sky. When he saw that the score behind the name had soared to 10,293, he revealed a satisfied expression.
At present.
Wilfrid suddenly frowned and said,
"Another group of people has died!"