Chapter 213

Tagore stared at the giant ribbonfish in the fish tank in a daze. Thinking that he would definitely attract attention if he were to steal food here, he turned his head and looked at where Biggie had been, hoping to ask him to help him buy it. However, he found that Biggie had disappeared.

"Hey, where's that big guy?" Tagore jumped onto the roof of a house and looked around, but he still did not see Biggie. "Where did he go in such a short time?"

He raised his cat paw and quickly dialed Biggie's number. Although he was reluctant to speak, he had no other choice.

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not in the service area." Tagore had never used an intelligent wristwatch before and was stunned when he heard this. "What do you mean it's not in the service area?"

After hanging up, he dialed the number two more times, but he got the same reply each time. He had no choice but to call Gu Ding's number for help.

Just as he dialed the number, he felt a sense of danger and the scene in front of him instantly changed. The originally bustling market had turned into a desolate land. Thousands of swords of different shapes were stuck upside down in the ground. Most of the swords were incomplete and there were signs of being broken and broken. In the distance, there was a huge boulder that looked like a wall. The boulder was mottled with sword marks. Tagore looked up and saw that the boulder was actually a gigantic stone sword. The sword was stabbed deep into the ground, and the top was shrouded in clouds. Only the hilt of the sword could be vaguely seen, making it clear that it was not just a stone wall.

"I'm sorry, you can't receive any signal in the area you are in …" The communicator sounded again. Tagore could roughly guess what had happened to Biggie. He looked around vigilantly.

"I'm sorry, kitty, I can't let you ask Gu Ding for help. That's why I had no choice but to trap you in my exclusive domain. " A middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Tagore. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall. His face was extremely rough, and the most eye-catching thing was the scar over his right eye that extended more than ten centimeters from top to bottom. If Gu Ding was here, he would be able to recognize him at a glance because he was Roland, who had just treated Gu Ding to a drink in the tavern.

Tagore could sense that the other party was not hostile, but he also knew that Biggie was in danger. This was because he had heard from Gu Ding and the others that Biggie had no combat power without being hypnotized. The responsibility that Gu Ding had given him was to protect Biggie. However, not only had he lost Biggie, but he was also trapped in someone else's personal domain. He could not tolerate that. What was even more intolerable was that the other party actually called her a kitten.

Tagore became even more furious when he saw the strange man take out a cat teaser stick from his inventory and slowly approach him.

"I love small animals the most. Little kitty, play with uncle for a while. I'll let you out when Biggie's done. What do you think? " As Roland spoke, he slowly extended the cat teaser in front of Tagore. He did not know that his behavior was already challenging Tagore's limits.

Tagore finally went berserk in anger. His palm-sized body began to grow wildly, and streams of red energy kept overflowing from his body before condensing again …

Roland looked at the scene in front of him in shock. He did not stop it because he also wanted to know where this kitten came from.

In less than a minute, the palm-sized kitten had turned into a giant beast that was nearly a hundred meters long. The giant beast's entire body was blood-red. Black stripes were spaced out on the surface of its body, and they kept extending and distorting. His original tail also quickly split apart, from one to two, two to three … until finally, all nine tails were formed, and they were madly waving about. The pair of eyes that were originally lively turned into two golden flames that seemed to be shooting out from the inside of his body. The most special thing was on his forehead. There was an ink-black crystal there. The crystal seemed to be embedded there.

Roland could not tell what species the creature in front of him was at all, but the aura coming from the other party was no weaker than a demigod like him. He knew that it was time for him to get serious.

…

In the other Exclusive Domain, Biggie was also in danger.

Bel madly chased after everyone he saw. He killed one person with one slash, and no one could resist him.

"If this goes on, history will only repeat itself." Biggie was a little anxious. He knew that if everyone only knew how to run and did not know how to fight back, they would be slaughtered sooner or later. This was because he had encountered this once many years ago. However, he was the Slaughterer that time. When he was in a killing frenzy, everyone only knew how to run and did not know how to fight back. After all, this was only a juvenile prison. The oldest prisoner was only fourteen years old, and the youngest was only seven years old. Most of these children were just ordinary Rank 1 Gene Bodies and did not have any combat power. Even though a few of them were Rank 2 Gene Bodies, they were only slightly better at fighting. At this time, they were completely stunned and did not dare to fight back.

"Everyone, don't run around recklessly. Run in the direction of the guards. They have weapons. Guards, work together and take the sword from his hand! " Biggie shouted. He remembered what Gu Ding had said before. Things that could not be done by one person could be done by a team, and it would not be that difficult. Therefore, the more difficult the situation, the more it was necessary to stick together with everyone.

Some people heard Biggie's voice. They did not care who was shouting because it sounded reasonable. They all ran toward the guards.

As for those who did not hear him, they were still being slaughtered.

In less than five minutes, the entire field was covered in blood. More than eighty of the more than three hundred juvenile prisoners in the prison had been slaughtered. Their bodies were strewn all over the ground.

Under Biggie's repeated shouts, most of the people hid behind the guards.

Bel pulled the long sword out of the last person's body and turned to look at where the guards were. In his field of vision, that was the only target left. He stretched out his left index finger and ran it across the back of the long sword. Then, he put his blood-stained finger into his mouth. It felt like he was tasting something delicious. Then, he flashed a ferocious smile at the crowd.

This scene caused everyone to be even more terrified.

Biggie had the impression that he had done something like this before. That was because when he saw the scene earlier, he felt a vague sense of familiarity. Moreover, the moment the other party put her finger into his mouth, it made him clearly remember that feeling — it was a different kind of excitement and joy.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. If he dares to come over, we'll tie up his limbs and take the sword from him," Biggie shouted.

Bel did not seem to care about what he said. He rushed toward the crowd with the sword in his hand.

A few guards rushed forward together. Biggie also rushed forward. He knew that he had to be the one to take the sword. If someone else took it, something even more terrifying would happen. Judging by Bel's reaction, Biggie knew that the sword was similar to the one he had obtained in the past. It had the power to control people's minds. However, he had already experienced it once. He should be able to hold on.

Soon, things went beyond Biggie's imagination. Bel swung the long sword and a cold blade sliced through the air. Biggie immediately crouched down, but the other four guards were not so lucky. They were cut in half at the waist on the spot.

Scarlet blood and stinking intestines splattered all over the ground, emitting a nauseating smell.

"How could this be?" Biggie could not understand. The sword he had obtained in the past did not have this effect. It was just that the blade was sharper and it did not take much effort to cut through anything. However, this was something that had never happened before. It was obvious that the current Bel was much more dangerous than the Biggie of the past.

At that moment, Bel stopped in front of Biggie, who was lying on the ground. However, he did not attack Biggie. Instead, he grabbed Biggie's head and gave him a ferocious smile. He then let go of Biggie and continued to chase after the crowd.

With the powerful blade, Bel's hunt became even smoother. Every swing of the long sword would take a few lives. In less than ten minutes, the screams in the prison finally died down. The frenzied clamor had turned into complete silence.

"It's over …" Biggie stood up. He knew that apart from himself, everyone else in the prison had been killed by Bel. Biggie would also be Bel's final target, just like how Bel was his final target all those years ago. "Perhaps this is retribution …"

Bel's footsteps slowly approached from afar. Biggie stood calmly where he was. Many years ago, he no longer feared death and pain. Moreover, he did not really die this time. He had been sent to the fourth level of the dream. Although his chances of survival were slimmer there, it was not completely hopeless.

Bel walked up to Biggie. His body was covered in blood, but he did not seem to care. Instead, he seemed to enjoy being bathed in the blood. He stood in front of Biggie but did not attack immediately. The two of them looked at each other.

"What are you waiting for?" The corner of Biggie's mouth curled up.

"He's waiting for me!" A voice suddenly rang out from not far away.

Biggie looked in that direction in surprise. He did not expect to see anyone alive. However, the moment he saw the person, his expression turned ugly. It was an old man dressed in a long black robe. His face was covered with white stubble. He was the person that Biggie did not want to see the most in his memory. That was because it was this person who had dragged him into a hellish abyss.