章節 89: Knight's Oath! Canonization of Holy Son!
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After a few conversations to catch up, the emotions between Fang Yuan and the King of Killing were escalating rapidly. The master-disciple affection in their words almost overflowed, and anyone who saw it would give them a thumbs-up, praising the strength of their teacher-student relationship.
Of course, only they themselves knew the true nature of the feelings between these two cunning foxes.
"Actually, you can bring a teammate with you on the Hell Road, but you are, after all, a God's Trial participant, so the situation may be different, and more special. Moreover, during this period, there are no contestants on the Killing Ground who are about to achieve a hundred victories. This time, you may have to rely on yourself."
"However, since you are already prepared, I believe you'll be fine. As for the day of opening the Hell Road... how about tomorrow?"
"Everything is up to you, King," Fang Yuan said softly.
Such an attitude made the King of Killing smile even more.
He just liked Fang Yuan being so sensible!
"Well, I won't waste any more words. Go back and prepare well. Tomorrow morning, come to the Killing Ground to open the Hell Road!"
"Yes."
Fang Yuan respectfully retreated.
In the vast dark room, only the King of Killing and the Killing Knight remained.
The King of Killing didn't speak; he sat on the throne embedded with blue and purple crystals, gazing silently at the Killing Knight. With a wave of his hand, a cup filled with crimson liquid was moved by soul power to the Killing Knight's side.
"It's been a long time since we talked like this, Sid."
The unfamiliar yet familiar name made the Killing Knight pause slightly.
"It's indeed an unfamiliar name, King. You haven't called me that for decades, right?" The Killing Knight looked at the specially brewed Bloody Mary Dew, which was floated in front of him by the bloody soul power.
It should have delighted him. It was his favorite drink, but at this moment, it tasted so bland. Still, the Killing Knight took it and drank it in one gulp.
Bloody and putrid.
The Killing Knight couldn't feel the soothing sensation he used to get when drinking Bloody Mary Dew; instead, he found the taste of this cup of Bloody Mary Dew repulsive!
Bloody Mary Dew was made from human blood, and the evil spirit it contained was extremely chilling.
For the Killing Knight, who had consumed Blood Lingzhi and had a strong inner fire, this power could only be described as antagonistic.
The King of Killing, however, noticed the unusual emotion but didn't get angry; his tone remained calm.
"Memories of the past are always nostalgic. I remember when you first arrived in the Killing Capital, fierce, cruel, with nearly a hundred kills, terrifying countless fallen ones."
"Later, you joined my ranks, becoming an enforcer of the Killing Capital, swearing allegiance to me, becoming my knight..."
"My King, these are all old things. It's a bit embarrassing to bring them up now."
The Killing Knight chuckled.
"Yeah, they're all old things."
The King of Killing shook his head and poured a full cup of Bloody Mary Dew into his own glass.
However, he didn't drink it. Instead, he suddenly looked up at the Killing Knight. "Sid, do you still remember your Knight's Oath?"
The Knight's Oath...
A hint of nostalgia flashed in the Killing Knight's eyes. Even though those memories were not pleasant and not worth reminiscing about, wasn't that how the past always was?
However, he also vaguely guessed the meaning behind the King of Killing's words in his heart.
"I've never forgotten my original oath, King."
"Really?"
The King of Killing took a sip of Bloody Mary Dew. "I'd like to hear it again."
Without hesitation, the Killing Knight knelt on his left knee, clenched his right fist over his chest, and said, "As you wish, King."
"I swear in the name of my soul—"
"'Loyalty' will be the virtue I hold above all else, remaining true to my heart, loyal to the King, with no regrets in my lifetime!"
"'Honor' will be a greater existence than my own life, defending the honor of Killing throughout my life, with no regrets!"
"'Sacrifice'..."
Raspy and deep voices echoed in the dimly lit hall.
As the Killing Knight spoke each resolute word, the smile on the King of Killing's face grew more pronounced. However, the expression on the Killing Knight's face became somewhat distant.
In his mind, the face of Fang Yuan involuntarily surfaced—a slightly immature yet incredibly determined face.
"Sid, tell me."
"Who is it that you're loyal to, believe in, and are willing to give everything for?"
The voice of the King of Killing resounded in his ears, and gradually, the images in the Killing Knight's mind became clearer—the silhouette that belonged to Fang Yuan was deeply imprinted there.
At the same time, he lifted his head, gazing at the King of Killing, and gave him the answer.
"It's the King!"
"It's the King of Killing!"
"Hahaha, good, very good!"
This bloody king stood up from his throne, and his wild laughter echoed in the dim hall, the stirred emotions to the point where even soul power resonated, rendering the entire hall a deep shade of crimson.
The Killing Knight lowered his head, his gaze becoming even more resolute amidst the laughter.
"It's the true King of Killing of the Killing Capital!"
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"Have you heard? The former Killing Asura has been proclaimed the Holy Son by the King of Killing!"
"Are you talking nonsense? This news spread throughout the entire Killing Capital last night. They say the ceremony took place in the Hell Killing Arena!"
"Damn it, we have to go and see!"
"Are you kidding me? Do you think you'll get a spot? When this news was released last night, the entire Hell Killing Arena was already overcrowded, not a single empty seat."
"Huh?!"
Such a splendid event, and yet they were absent. Countless fallen within the Killing Capital sighed.
Meanwhile, the fallen in the Hell Killing Arena were immersed in celebration, enjoying this grand occasion belonging to the Killing Capital!
"Aren't we going down?"
From the high platform of the Hell Killing Arena, Zhu Zhuqing looked at the exuberant crowd below and quietly expressed her doubt.
Today was the official day of Fang Yuan's canonization as the Holy Son. Shouldn't they, as maids, join in the celebration?
Isn't it a bit disrespectful to remain up here like this?
"Go down?"
Nightingale wore a mysterious smile as she looked down at the jubilant fallen below. "Sister Zhuqing, although we are favored by the Holy Son, we mustn't disregard etiquette."
"As maids, how can we compete for a position with these sacrifices?"
"Sacrifices?"
The three women were puzzled, their faces full of confusion, not understanding the meaning of Nightingale's words.
Just as Nightingale was about to explain, a blood-red figure suddenly descended from the sky.
The next moment, the atmosphere in the entire Hell Killing Arena reached its climax!
"King of Killing! King of Killing! King of Killing!"
Countless fallen looked at the King of Killing, who was suspended in mid-air, raising their arms, and cheering loudly. Their cheers resounded throughout the entire Hell Killing Arena until the King of Killing raised his hand, gradually quieting them down.
"I am happy today, very happy."
"You should have all received the news; indeed, today, our Killing Capital will welcome its first Holy Son!" The King of Killing's gaze turned toward the entrance of the Hell Killing Arena, and his voice, deep yet piercing, reverberated through the skies.
"Let us welcome the Killing Asura!"
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