Douluo's My Name Naruto

"Dear King of Slaughter, the Overlord has already achieved a hundred victories, what shall we do next?"

"Overlord?" The Slaughter King stared back coldly, the blood in his cup began to boil, and waves of anger filled the room.

Plop, a black-armored knight fell to his knees on the ground in an extremely skillful posture, his head lowered against the ground, and he dared not speak.

He is the strongest member of the Law Enforcement Team, the only Titled Douluo who can use soul skills wantonly in the Slaughter City, truly under one man, above ten thousand people.

But now it's pitiful like a dog.

A wine glass full of blood was smashed on the dog's head, creating a picture of a bloodied head.

"Don't forget, all your powers are bestowed by me! In this city of killing, there is only one king, and that is me!" The king of killing looks crazy, his eyes are bloodshot, and two eyes faintly protrude from the corners of his split mouth. A fang, like a demon from the depths of hell.

"Great King of Slaughter, of course you are the only king. Overlord is just a code name casually mentioned by troublemakers. Those ants are not qualified to see your greatness, so they behave like underground insects, unable to withstand a little trouble. "

Without raising his head, the title Douluo could imagine the corner of the Slaughter King's mouth curled up at this time, and the atmosphere in the room also eased.

Old dog licking.

"Get up." The King of Slaughter said lightly, "Since he has achieved the victory of Hell Slaughter Field, then go and bring him to see me."

"Yes." The black armored knight said respectfully.

"Also, are you ready for Hell Road?"

"As you wish, it's already sleeping there, waiting for passing food."

"Very good." The Slaughter King waved his hand, watching the black armored knight retreat, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes,

"There can be no more God of Death."

There was a crisp knock on the door,

"Come in."

"King of Slaughter." The cold voice exposed the woman touching her chest,

"What's the matter?"

"About [-], she"

"That girl, what's wrong with her?" The King of Slaughter frowned. The last thing he wanted to hear now was everything about the God of Killing.

"She has won 91 games in a row, and she is still staying in the killing field, and she seems to want to complete the white game winning streak in a short time."

"Didn't I ask you to send someone to snipe her?! How could it be so fast?"

"This" the woman's face was full of embarrassment, "She has the protection of [-], and those guys who are afraid of death dare not do anything. And most of our dead soldiers have been solved by [-], and we really don't have the manpower." That woman still has soul bones, we can only delay as much time as possible."

"Damn!"

This group of vicious killing gods, they are a group of thieves who broke into and robbed!Stolen strength and power from me, and dare to come back to show off and snatch more things, "Damn!, Damn!, Damn!!!"

"Great king," the woman smiled strangely, "Why don't you throw the two of them into the road of hell together, and let them go without return."

"Together?" The King of Slaughter's face was gloomy, "Aren't you afraid of provoking two Gods of Death at the same time afterwards?"

"The subordinates are naturally afraid, but we didn't violate any rules. Hell Road is a narrow escape, so it's up to them to decide whether they want to form a team. What's more, with your protection, I have nothing to fear."

"Very good." The King of Slaughter looked at the woman, and he had already thought about how to give an explanation when someone called the door afterwards, "Just do as you said, find some stinky fish and rotten shrimps at the killing field to make up for it, a man A girl, it’s good to have a companion when she dies.”

"Yes."

"Is this right here?" Tao Long looked up at this unaesthetic black tower, it was not so much a building, it was more like a black pillar supporting the sky, suppressing some demons and ghosts under it, waiting to break out of the pillar one day, Go make a fuss.

"The King of Slaughter is waiting for you at the top of the tower." The black-armored knight opened the door for Taolong and pointed him in the direction of the elevator.

"You won't come with me?"

"I still have some things to do, and the king only summoned you alone."

"Heh," Tao Long smiled, "I feel like you guys are trying to trick me into it, and then throw a cup as a sign to break in and a large group of people hack me to death.

"You are joking." The tone of the black-armored knight did not fluctuate, but Tao Long always felt that the way this guy looked at him was very uncomfortable.

"That's the best." Tao Long walked into the elevator, "Otherwise, I'm afraid there won't be any law enforcement team after Slaughter City."

The doors on both sides of the elevator merged, and the black-armored knight stood there alone, silent.Is he worthy of being a guy who crawled out from among the dead? The murderous aura overflowing from the opponent at that moment made him forget to fight back.

Are you kidding me? It's so scary for a guy who obviously can't even use soul skills, and who obviously hasn't lived for a few days.

Arriving at the top of the pagoda, everywhere Taolong goes along the way will be lit up with fiery light, just like daytime, and the surrounding decoration style is very monotonous, just like real money, showing the aura of being rich everywhere.

It's really down to the bone, like a nouveau riche.

Through the crystal windows, one can have a panoramic view of the night view of the city. It is difficult for the dim light of street lamps to reach here from such a distance.

The contrast is too sharp. The level of civil technology in this tower is obviously not low, but outside, even the most basic light bulbs are inferior.Tao Long could imagine that the master hiding in the tower just stood quietly at the highest place every day and watched, watching the gang of jackals fighting to the death for the little leftovers he threw out, enjoying the detachment alone. Yes, the thrill of being in control.

Again, this is not a paradise for the wicked at all, this place is still the world, and it is still hell.

The gilt door was slowly pushed open, engraved with a pattern that Taolong had never seen before, it was very abstract, and only a creature with wings could be vaguely recognized.

"Congratulations, young overlord."

The deep and sharp voice sounded from the moment Taolong stepped into the room, he didn't immediately look for the owner of the voice, but looked around with interest.

Different from the outside, the light source here is very dim, with a blood-red color. What covers the hall is not the cold walls, but the same crystal windows, from which you can see all directions of the city.

The bad taste is once again confirmed.

Seeing Tao Long who ignored him, the Slaughter King frowned, his pupils shrank, and a burst of blood radiated from him.

For a moment, blood surrounded Taolong, causing him to finally look back at the slender man sitting on the throne with some doubts.

He didn't respond?The Slaughter King was secretly taken aback. He wanted to give the opponent a blow, but it was useless.

The malice is quite strong, and it happened to be an extra meal for Jiu Lama.