Ning Liu walked down the steps, paused when he heard the words, then laughed and shook his head: "His Majesty the Pope has given you too much praise."
He walked up to Bibi Dong, his eyes were calm, and continued:
"It's not a big gesture. We still have to see the final result. "
"Speaking of which, I would like to thank His Majesty the Pope for the previous point. If it weren't for your analysis, I would never have thought that this killing city could play this way."
His words were not polite.
Before coming, his idea was indeed to crush the old order here with force and cut through the mess quickly.
It was Bibi Dong who pointed out the "value" of the existence of the Killing City and that it could become a special place that was not under the jurisdiction of the two empires and the Spirit Hall. That gave him the idea of completely transforming it and using it for his own use.
"You are good at pushing the boat with the tide."
Bibi Dong's eyes flashed, and she neither accepted the "credit" nor denied it.
"These are all trivial details, and they can be sorted out after spending some time. The real purpose of our coming here is not to be a city lord."
Bibi Dong understood, and his expression became solemn.
They came for the inheritance of the gods.
Ning Liu's gaze became profound, "His Majesty the Pope, when you came to the City of Slaughter, you must have been... influenced by the Rakshasa God, right?"
The moment the words fell, the temperature in the hall seemed to have dropped a bit.
Bibi Dong's body stiffened for a moment. Although it was extremely subtle, it could not escape Ning Liu's eyes.
But she is Bibi Dong after all, the pope who controls the huge Spirit Hall.
But in an instant, she contained all the emotions that were leaked out.
"The breath of the Rakshasa God is like a tarsal maggot, pervasive in every corner of this city."
There was no joy or anger in her voice.
"Anyone who stays here for a long time will be infected by it. Killing, desire, depravity...it feeds on these and nourishes itself."
She did not directly answer whether she was affected, but the answer was self-evident.
Ning Liu is clear.
"That's good."
Ning Liu nodded, and did not continue to delve into this sensitive topic. Instead, he asked, "Since you know so much about the Rakshasa God, you should also know where the other's inheritance is, right?"
The other.
Of course it’s God Shura!
The divine thoughts of God Shura have become the core of the rules of the Killing City - the Hell Killing Fields and Hell Road.
Only those who have passed the purest and cruelest battle test, won hundreds of victories, and finally passed through the road to hell are qualified to win the favor of God Shura.
"I know."
Bibi Dong answered without any hesitation this time.
She raised her eyes and looked at the end of the hall, an even larger wall made of countless wailing skulls.
"The entrance to Hell Road is just after that."
Her tone was calm, "But that is just the entrance to the 'road', not the real place of inheritance.
The real test of God Shura is hidden at the end of Hell Road, in a place called the "Asura Blood Pool.""
She paused and added:
"There is also the source of all the power of this city, and it is the heart of the city of killing. It is also... the Rakshasa God, who set up the place with the most pollution."
Ning Liu followed her gaze, his eyes slightly focused.
After the throne, there is the entrance to Hell Road.
This design is full of irony.
If you want to challenge Shura God, who represents judgment and rules, you must first pass through this throne, which represents corruption and chaos.
"Interesting."
Ning Liu did not hesitate at all. He set his goal and took action immediately. As for the tasks he had just assigned, he believed in people like Hu Tu and Ya Jiu.
Don't doubt the people you employ, and don't use the people you doubt.
What's more, in a city where absolute strength can crush all dissent, he is confident enough that no one dares to play tricks on him.
"Let's go and have a look."