ebonymovies Chapter 524 Tang 3, Successor of the Rakshasa God
Chapter 524 Tang 3, Successor of the Rakshasa God
Chapter 524 Tang San, Successor of the Rakshasa God
The City of Slaughter, the Road to Hell.
Tang San slowly woke up.
"You're awake? The surgery was a success; you're now a qualified successor."
A voice suddenly rang in Tang San's mind.
"What the hell?" Tang San asked instinctively.
"Congratulations, you have obtained the qualification to inherit the divine position," the voice said.
"What? Inheriting a divine position?" Tang San immediately became excited.
However, he also asked Tang San in his mind at the same time, "Hey, future me, are you awake yet?"
No one answered, and Tang San didn't suspect anything, simply assuming that God Tang San was still asleep.
Since God Tang San is still asleep, we can only make the judgment ourselves.
At this moment, Tang San suddenly realized that his long-standing bloodthirsty impulse seemed to have diminished somewhat.
"Did you notice?" The same voice rang out again.
"This is the first benefit I'm giving you."
"Your body and mind are tainted by murderous intent due to too much killing, yet you are unable to use it properly."
"I bestow upon you the Rakshasa Domain. From this day forward, you may use the Rakshasa Domain to control your killing intent and bloodlust."
"Rakshasa Domain?" Tang San subconsciously released his Wu Tian Hammer Martial Soul. At this moment, his Clear Sky Hammer was no longer that jet black, nor was it blood red like Tang Hao's hammer. Instead, it was a strange purplish-black color, just like his Eight Spider Lances Poison.
Various patterns also appeared on the Haotian Hammer.
With a thought, Tang San instantly unleashed his Rakshasa Domain, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
Then, the voice said enticingly, "Don't you want to save your friends? You can do it if you inherit my divine position."
"Save my friend?" Tang San immediately thought of Xiao Wu.
It was then that he learned that it was actually his own father who had driven Xiao Wu to her death.
But a father is a father after all. In his previous life, Tang San had no parents and took the Tang Clan as his home. Now that he finally has parents, how could he possibly do anything to Tang Hao?
"That's not right." The voice seemed to know what Tang San was thinking, and tempted him, "There is no one around you who is truly sincere to you."
Tang San frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"I am a god, the god of Rakshasa. Do you think I would lie to you? If you don't believe me, think back for yourself."
Upon hearing Rakshasa's words, Tang San subconsciously recalled them.
When I was a child, my father completely ignored me, only giving me water as if that was feeding me, and even scolding me, saying that if it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have died.
When I was four years old, I couldn't stand the days of not having enough to eat, so I started cooking by carrying a small stool.
Even so, she would still share most of the food she cooked with her father every day.
The money her father earned was not spent on her; instead, it was all spent on his drinking.
Tang San gradually recalled and pieced together more memories.
"Hmph, what seems real may be fake—" Rakshasa God chuckled to himself, but Tang San could not hear him.
"Huh? Why is Tang Hao down here too?" Her tone suddenly became puzzled.
However, the Rakshasa god didn't hesitate. "Perfect timing! I was just thinking about how to make this seedling grow faster—"
There's a saying that goes, "When you lack the necessary qualities, you should think more about your own people."
The previous seedling had no clansmen to speak of and could only devour the bloodline of an angel with whom it had a past relationship, but this seedling is different.
According to the memories of God Tang San and Tang San himself, that was someone from a sect. "Huh? This Tang Hao is also—" Rakshasa God was suddenly a little surprised.
"Hehehe—this saves me even more energy."
Just as the Rakshasa God was about to do something, her voice suddenly turned shrill again: "You—"
How could you still be alive? I clearly devoured you—"
"Hmph, daring to devour my divine consciousness while I am weak, you are courting death!" Another voice rang out.
"How could a minor deity like you possibly comprehend the methods of the God-King?"
"God-King? Hahaha!" Rakshasa laughed loudly. "If you were truly capable, you wouldn't have been devoured by me. Although I don't know what method you used to leave behind a trace of your spirit, do you think I would do nothing?"
Tang San opened his eyes, and his blood-red pupils gradually changed, emitting a purple aura, which was the Purple Demon Eye.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes turned purplish-red.
"Yu Xiaogang, you dare to risk my life to test the validity of his theories? You're courting death!"
"Tang Hao, merely a biological father, has already chosen his own path to death!"
"Little Wu, hehe, my Little Wu, don't worry, I will definitely revive you, my love!"
God Tang San, Rakshasa God: —
"No, although I instilled the intention to protect Xiao Wu, it shouldn't be like this—" Shen Tang San was slightly annoyed.
"You've truly been blinded by lust! How can mere love compare to the path to godhood!" said the Rakshasa God. "Just you wait, I'll yank your spirit out of you!"
Just then, with a loud thud, Tang Hao's body fell down, landing directly next to Tang San, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto Tang San.
Tang San mechanically turned his head to look at Tang Hao, who was lying on the ground, his eyes indifferent and ruthless: "Goodbye, my biological father, and my past."
"No!" Tang San exclaimed anxiously.
That's their shared biological father, how could Tang San be controlled by the Rakshasa God?
He hurriedly began to fight with the Rakshasa god for it.
Tang San's Wu Tian Hammer hung down at an angle, resting directly above Tang Hao's head.
Tang San's facial expressions were constantly changing, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes charming, and sometimes incredibly resolute—it was as if he had a thousand different faces.
At a certain moment, Tang San's expression completely collapsed, and his mouth became crooked.
"Oh no, mental breakdown!" Rakshasa God cried out.
This is a promising talent she selected; there can't be any problems!
At this moment, Tang Hao, who had been lying on the ground, finally regained consciousness after a period of dizziness.
"Where am I?" Tang Wu opened his eyes and saw a large, purplish-black hammer right in front of him. He instinctively tried to dodge it.
But he didn't realize that he was lying on the ground, seriously injured, and had fallen without any protection, causing his body to almost fall apart.
With a slight exertion, he couldn't do anything at all.
"Mistress? This is—this is Hell Road? How did I get here?" Tang Wu felt a little strange.
Even a god of slaughter who has once left would never be able to return to this place in the City of Slaughter.
After all, the entrance to Hell Road is controlled by the King of Slaughter, and the exit is a one-way exit. No one even knows where the exit leads; they just fall into a coma and then wake up somewhere.
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