Heavenly Asura Path(Percy Jackson)

Chapter 23: Blood and Slaughter (I)

The Slaughter City is a place where there are no laws. It is a place where murder, rape, robbery, and all kinds of criminal activities occur. As long as you have the ability, you can do whatever you want. In the city, all spiritual master skills are ineffective. In order to survive, one must use one's own physical strength and instinct. Spiritual power can be used as a source of strength.

The Slaughter City is a black city with a purple moon hanging over it with a dark sky. The city is divided into the inner and outer city. The center of the city is the truly lawless place. In the outskirts of the city, casual killing is not allowed. Only those who have survived the Hell Slaughter Arena have the qualifications to live in the inner city.

And in the deepest and highest part of the Slaughter City, the Slaughter King rested on his throne. He was a tall, muscular, pale man in a scarlet coat. His eyes were blood red and his features were domineering.

"Sir, the man killed a guard man again, how do we proceed?"

The Slaughter King looked at the woman who had knelt in front of him, his cold eyes staring with a bit of annoyance. It had already been months, almost a year since this man had entered the Slaughter City and killed one of his knights in the process. The Slaughter King, however, was not that angry about it. Even if there were a couple of rules in the outer city, it did not mean that this place was not in fact a paradise.

He simply left it, even more so after killing hundreds of people and obtaining a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena. The young man had earned the title of Bloody Tyrant for his tyrannical methods of slaughter. No matter if it was a man or a woman, no matter if there was even one left in the arena, the young man killed them mercilessly.

 The arena worked in one way: Ten people would enter the arena and fight each other, the victor would get one victory; if someone won a hundred times, then they had the right to leave the city of slaughter. The other path was the so-called hell path, where at the end you could obtain the right to enter and leave the city of slaughter whenever you wanted, as well as use your spiritual abilities and, above them, the obtaining of the domain of the god of death.

The latter, was something that a person needed to obtain in order to be considered an heir to take the trials of the Asura God. Only eight people have achieved this, but leaving aside Percy, only one has been chosen to take the trials of the god.

"Leave it! And I won't repeat it again, don't find trouble if he doesn't give you trouble!", the King of slaughter exclaimed. He knew that the city guards would also look for trouble themselves.

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"Tyrant!"

"Tyrant!"

"Tyrant!"

Excited screams rang out throughout the Hell Slaughter Arena. The people who had handed over a Bloody Mary to watch the battles were excited to be able to see the famous Bloody Tyrant kill again.

Percy's now red eyes stared coldly at each of his opponents; three women and seven men, all over level 70 soul power. In this place, even if you couldn't use soul skills, soul or spiritual power could be of help in battles. And Percy hadn't yet gone through the path of hell, even if he had already achieved the necessary hundred victories.

Percy watched as everyone approached him at the same time. They all ran at top speed while releasing their martial spirits. Narrowing his eyes, Percy moved as he released all of his killing intent forward and appeared holding one of the men's heads in his hand.

Under Percy's enormous power and speed, the man's head exploded like a melon on the ground.

 "Quickly, surround him!" a female voice echoed in the arena, but Percy had moved once more. Anaklusmos appeared on his right hand as he spun in a circle, pushing back all of his opponents before closing in on one of the women. He held the slender wrist before bending the slender arm and breaking it. He didn't stop, though; with another movement, he had lifted the woman up and used her as a meat shield as he saw a staff and spear approaching his position.

Bang!

A loud sound was heard as organs fell to the ground from the woman's now torn apart body. Her heart had been pierced by the spear and her abdomen exploded from the enormous power contained in the staff.

Percy couldn't be considered a maniac, but his mindset had completely let loose upon entering the city less than a year ago. This place was filled with scum, bandits, rapists, and all sorts of people who were better off dead, and Percy knew it. Thus, all of his hatred, sadness, and rage was released on these people.

"Don't come closer!" a weaponless man shouted as he took a step back, but before he could do anything else, Anaklusmos had stabbed in and pierced his skull. Percy jumped up and grabbed his sword before slicing the man in two. His face and hair were already covered in blood as he smiled at the sight of the rest of his opponents.

No matter how much he resisted, he couldn't help but place these people as the gods who betrayed him. He wanted to tear them apart, he wanted to cut their flesh and drink their blood. He wanted to kill them all!

The spectators just watched in excitement, screaming and raising their arms as their eyes filled with fascination watched blood splatter everywhere and limbs being cut off. No matter the gender, every opponent of Percy died without a complete body.

 At last, seeing the blood on his hands, the limbs, organs, and remains of bodies under his feet, Percy walked out of the arena. He was done with the battles for the day, he had nothing else to do in this place.

Besides, he didn't want to see the scene that followed.

The moment Percy walked out of the arena, some people jumped straight onto the battle stage. Their laughter could be heard as they grabbed the remaining body parts while the blood on the stage began to fall through openings below. Some men grabbed women beside them to start having sex without caring about the stares.

And as hoarse moans and crazy laughter could be heard, Percy walked further away. When he could no longer hear the sounds of the arena, screams of pain began to be heard from afar. The streets were dark and only lit by glass on either side of the street, but it left truly dark alleys for people who couldn't use their spiritual power well or hadn't trained enough to see in the dark with just their eyes.

"Tyrant... Bloody tyrant!" a man jumped out from one of those dark alleys and tried to hug Percy's feet.

A strong kick dislocated his jaw and sent him flying back. Frowning in annoyance, Percy entered the alley and saw the man, who must have been in his thirties, but he was wearing rags and his skin was almost sticking to his bones. The whites of this man's eyes were an ugly yellow color and his teeth were crooked and rotten.

"Boo.. hy... mery..." the man muttered as he crawled along with what looked like a piece of arm. It was a chewed up bone with flesh and skin hanging off of it.

"Please… Boo hy mery," having his jaw dislocated made it difficult for him to speak, but Percy understood. The so-called Bloody Mery, the cup he also drank in order to enter the city of slaughter, was actually human blood. It is made from human blood, but drinking too much of it is unhealthy because it will become addictive. It is also poisonous. This poison does not appear in the blood at first, but it is in the air. Receiving the influence of the poison in the air, as well as the agitation of killing intent, one needs blood to appease the agitation. As time goes by, perhaps it will become a habit. This poison within the blood will cause excitement, even to the point that people will become even stronger. But if the agitation within the poison comes out, there might not be anyone who can resist it.

Many people were addicted to this and did not mind doing anything to get a little of it.

There was also the matter of food, only the strong could eat normally. Not to even talk about the weaker ones, the Bloody Mary addicts and madmen like the man in front of him, who even ate human flesh from the dead left on the streets.

Percy stared at him for a long moment as the man continued to beg while crying and kneeling with his chewed arm in front of him, as if it were an offering or an exchange.

However...

Raising his foot, Percy kicked him and stomped on his head hard. Under the surge of power, the madman's skull split open before his head exploded, staining the ground in blood, pieces of brain, and two deformed eyes bouncing and rolling slowly.

Percy simply turned around without even seeing the corpse.

But at that moment, a voice sounded near his ears...

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