DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 402: The Killer Is the Dragon Rider?
Looking at Wilfrid's facial features, the once proud Bartholomew became serious.
He knew that Wilfrid was always very calm but, this time, he frowned. Something must have happened.
"What's wrong? A bunch of other people died?"
Bartholomew frowned and asked.
Wilfrid said nothing. He just nodded.
Bartholomew frowned and said, "This is the seventh group of people who died after entering the lost kingdom of gods. Is it because they met a powerful mysterious being?"
Hearing him, Wilfrid shook her head. He looked helpless and did not know what to say.
This guy's brain is filled with muscle.
"That's impossible because of the powerful mysterious being," Wilfrid denied his idea.
Then, he continued, "If it is a mysterious creature, even if it is a very powerful mysterious creature, it does not have much intelligence. It was impossible to kill more than ten people. At least, some of them can escape."
Bartholomew nodded, his eyes blunt.
Compared to Wilfrid, he had no brain. Therefore, he trusted Wilfrid's words.
Bartholomew's eyes were filled with doubt as he asked, "If it wasn't for the powerful mysterious being, then what happened? Are we meeting with the people from the four great empires?"
As he spoke, Bartholomew frowned and his face became angry. "That damn bastard of the four great empires dares to attack us from the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter! We have to kill them!"
"Sighs." Wilfrid sighed and continued, "When do you have a brain?"
Wilfrid said, "People from the four great empires do not have such guts. As long as one of them managed to escape, they would be unable to bear the consequences. That's why they don't dare to do this. The killer must be alone. Even if someone ran away from him, he just needed to hide."
Hearing this, Bartholomew also showed an understanding expression and said, "Could it be the same person this time?"
Wilfrid nodded slightly, and then her eyes suddenly widened as if thinking of something. Then, he lifted his head and looked at the blood-red light curtain floating in the sky.
Wilfrid's eyes carefully looked at the blood-red curtain of light. When he saw the top of the thin curtain, his eyes stopped.
"I got it." Wilfrid's lips curled slightly, revealing a proud smile.
Seeing this scene, Barcelona's eyes again showed a puzzled expression. He scratched his head and asked, "What do you get? Do you know who the killer is?"
"It's so thick." Wilfrid nodded and continued, "Seven groups of people are killing us. The total number of people added has exceeded one hundred, and the score of each of us from the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter is not low."
"Whatchu mean? What does this have to do with who the killer is?" Bartholomew asked, puzzled.
"This mysterious killer has killed over a hundred of our people, so his rank on the blood red light screen should not be low! It might even be hidden among the top ten!"
Wilfrid looked at the top of the blood red light screen and said, her eyes sparkling, showing a hint of savagery.
"Just now, when more than a dozen people in the communication crystal lost contact, the score behind the name on the blood red light screen surged."
As Wilfrid spoke, she stretched out a finger and pointed at a name at the top of the light screen.
Bartholomew looked in the direction Wilfrid pointed.
Third place: Joelson. Shoes: 8.729.
"That's right. Just now, his rank surpassed Clemente's. The killer is just him!" wilfrid said with certainty.
Bartholomew looked at the name again and suddenly thought of something. "Do you feel that this name seems to have been seen somewhere before?"
Hearing this, Wilfrid began to think.
Hearing Bartholomew's words, Wilfrid also felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him before.
Just as Wilfrid recalled, Bartholomew spoke before he could speak.
"I remember!" Bartholomew's eyes widened in disbelief.
Bartholomew shouted, "Do you remember the man who killed Adrian on the test plane? His name is Joelson!"
Wilfrid recalled for a moment, then nodded slightly. He has some memories. He seemed to have seen it at the desired notice, but he just casually glanced at it at that time and did not pay much attention to it.
"At that time, I heard about this matter on the experimental plane and said that I would kill him one day! I remember his name."
Bartholomew. He could still remember this name because he was furious when he heard the news about the experimental plane, and he shouted that he was going to kill him.
"Do you think these two people are the same person?" Bartholomew looked at Wilfrid and asked in shock as if she was surprised by her own guess.
Hearing this news, Wilfrid sighed and said, "Why are you saying such an important thing now?"
"So you think these two people are most likely the same person?" Bartholomew did not care about Wilfrid's mistake and kept asking.
"That's possible." Wilfrid nodded slightly and said.
After receiving Wilfrid's affirmation, Bartholomew's eyes widened, an angry expression within.
"We'll hurry up and kill him!" shouted Bartholomew.
When he saw her, Wilfrid was much smarter than him. Since Wilfrid had said it, then this must be the case.
Wilfrid shook her head. His eyes, which were staring at the blood-red light screen in the sky, started to blink.
"No need to leave. He must have escaped long ago. Besides, we don't have time to waste this kind of thing right now. We must hurry to the center of the lost god kingdom, complete the final court of the ruler, obtain the legacy of the ruler, and maintain the rank on the screen. That's the most important thing right now."
As Wilfrid spoke, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes. "A few hundred people dying are not important at all. We still have twenty thousand people. These dead men in his hands prove that they have no right to live."
Bartholomew remained silent. He said nothing but agreed.
"Let's go. We're gonna keep hunting the next group of people."
After Wilfrid finished speaking, she turned into a stream of light and flew towards the direction of the blood red light.
Bartholomew.
The people of the Divine Slaughter Kingdom also followed the two great geniuses and left.
Immediately, all figures disappeared from this plain as if no one had ever come here before.
Only the flow of blood and shattered bodies on the ground proved that there had been a terrible massacre.