152 Burial Site (1/2)
Wang Yu was immediately surrounded by the city guards the moment he stepped into Hades City...
This was the second time the past two days that Wang Yu had been surrounded by city guards, nervously exclaiming: ”For f*cks sake! Don't I have 100 merit points?” Wondering to himself if he should have taken off the Mask of Concealment in the first place...
Just as he was about to run away, the shout of the city guard at the front stopped him right in his tracks: ”Noble God Slayer! Lord apostle has been expecting you!”
”Apostle... expecting me?” Wang Yu muttered.
While on the way to Hades City, Wang Yu had already done enough research about the faction of darkness to know that the strongest masters in this faction were the seven elders that had received the baptism of the demon lord. These seven elders were officially recognised as the seven apostles of the Sanctum of Darkness. To think that an apostle was waiting for him... did they know he was the successor of the seven heroes?
”Follow me!” The city guard instructed Wang Yu.
”Er...” Looking at the legion of city guards surrounding him, Wang Yu decided that it would be best for him to follow them.
The architecture of Hades City mainly featured jet-black and crimson red buildings, giving a demonic and domineering feeling.
Hades City and Vatican City were similar in that they were the capital of their respective factions and were extremely vast cities. The game designer had specially programmed several teleportation arrays in the city to reduce the traveling time within the city itself.
Within moments, Wang Yu had already followed the city guards through several teleportation arrays and arrived before a grand and archaic structure.
According to the system notification that he had received, Wang Yu had arrived at the headquarters of the Sanctum of Darkness.
The faction of darkness respected strength above all. It seemed as though the apostles were not only the religious leaders, but the ruling figures in the faction of darkness as well.
”Noble God Slayer, you've arrived!” A frail, shriveled old man approached Wang Yu the moment he stepped into the building...
Wang Yu immediately looked at the figure's attributes.
Wang Yu could not read anything other than his name and title. It seemed that this old man was the same as Zeus, a legendary end-game figure...
But Zeus had treated Wang Yu like how one would treat a friend... who would have thought that a legendary end-game boss would treat Wang Yu in such a manner. The difference really was like heaven and earth in comparison to how the Church of Light had treated Wang Yu...
”Greetings Lord Dwayne!” Wang Yu respectfully greeted, repaying respect with respect.
”No need to be so courteous God Slayer. You've really done us a huge favor with your recent assassination of Atticus! Is there any way we can repay you?” Dwayne smiled.
Wang Yu was dumbfounded... this was obviously the orchestration of the system, he never had such intentions... but since Dwayne had given him such a tempting offer, there was no way that Wang Yu would stand on the occasion, immediately asking: ”The reason that I came to Hades City was to find the 'Abyssal Bones'!”
”Abyssal Bones?” Apostle Dwayne stared intensely at Wang Yu when he heard those words: ”Oh you are a Martial Artist! No wonder you have such heaven-defying strength!”
”Er... is there a correlation between these two matters?” Wang Yu asked.
”Martial Artist...” A vacant look filled Dwayne's eyes as visible fear surfaced on his face: ”Who would have thought that his successor would appear after so many years...”
”Martial Artist, are you looking for the Abyssal Bones?”
”Yes, I am!” Wang Yu nodded, this old man had finally decided to broach the topic.
”Go to the Burial Site then!” Dwayne replied before proceeding into yet another lengthy monologue: ”Many years ago, this was a city ruled by a Demon Lord. But a Martial Artist appeared out of the blue, defeating the Demon Lord. As he was on the verge of defeat, the Demon Lord dragged the Martial Artist to hell with him... only then did the Martial Artist spare him...”