I'm building Sun City in the eternal night!

Chapter 67 God of War, 8 Hall Masters!

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The boundless sea, the front line.

This is a low-lying pass in the boundless sea, a place of utter strangeness and turmoil.

During the rainy season, when the tide rises, countless powerful and eerie creatures from the deep sea surge ashore from here.

Therefore, the most powerful city walls were built here, hundreds of meters high, to resist the strange waves crashing up from the sea.

Behind the city walls, a massive city, no smaller than Black Soil City, sits.

The city was enormous, like a giant fortress, with countless powerful [professionals] patrolling and monitoring its walls.

Above the city gate, three large characters are carved with sword and axe: "War God City".

In the heart of the city, in a towering building, nine men exuding powerful auras were having a meeting at a huge long table in the top-floor room.

The eight men at the table were all blood-red, as if dripping with blood.

Some are like giants, standing four meters tall even when sitting.

Others were covered in golden armor, with only their scarlet eyes exposed.

Each person, though possessing a powerful aura, sat upright and dignified.

Only the man at the very top, with curly hair, had one hand lazily resting on the long table.

He looked incredibly lazy, but his eyes seemed to hold boundless fighting spirit.

Anyone who glances at it seems destined to be dragged into an endless battle.

There were eight people at the long table, and none of them dared to meet his gaze.

The two people closest to him were holding a stack of parchment covered in writing, reporting something to him.

He listened casually, seemingly not very interested.

Just then, a man with gleaming eyes and wearing armor, sitting at the very bottom left, suddenly had bloodshot pupils, his face changed drastically, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He let out a painful growl, his entire neck twisting eerily to the left, and a massive white tiger head sprouted from his right shoulder, frantically pushing outwards, accompanied by a roar of extreme pain and hatred:

"Chen!! Hui~!!!"

The roar echoed like thunder in the room.

Seven pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

Even the languid man at the head of the table glanced at him.

"Aaaaaah!! Chen Hui!! I'll kill you!! I'm going to kill you!!"

The white tiger's head thrashed wildly, its eyes bloodshot, and its mouth roared incessantly.

"Shut up!!" The tiger-eyed man sensed the gaze of the man at the head of the table, his body trembled, and he hurriedly roared, using his large hands to firmly grip the mouth of the tiger head that had grown out, preventing it from making a sound.

Sweat beaded on the tiger-eyed man's forehead.

He stood up, pressed down on the tiger's head, and had both heads bow to the man at the head of the table, saying:

"President, it is my fault for not disciplining this beast properly, which has caused it to offend you. I hope you will punish it."

The man at the very head of the table, the president of the War God Guild, who was also the War God guarding the front lines and known as the strongest individual fighter, glanced at the beast head on the tiger-eyed man's neck and said with interest:

"Zhao Feihu, your beast clone seems to have died once. I'm curious, in a place like the Beast Battle Hall, who could possibly destroy your beast clone? Could it be someone from the Shadow Hall?"

The man with tiger-like eyes pressed down on the tiger's head to prevent it from speaking.

After the beast clone died and was reborn in his body, its rationality would be greatly reduced. He was afraid that this beast might say something inappropriate and anger the God of War.

He bowed and said:

"President, the other party is not an assassin, but an architect from Black Soil City. He is quite skilled. My beast clone was careless and was tricked into entering the station, which is how I fell for his trick."

He is the [Two-Headed Warrior]. His beast clone is one with him. When the beast clone dies, it will grow back on his body and share information with him. Therefore, he fully understands how his beast clone was destroyed.

"An architect?" the God of War said with little interest, then lazily propped himself up with his hands, seemingly not wanting to ask anything.

At this moment, the man dressed in blood at the long table spoke:

"Zhao Feihu, as the seventh hall master of the War God Society, you were actually defeated by an unknown kid. You have truly disgraced our War God Society. I think it is time to give up your position."

Zhao Feihu narrowed his eyes and replied:

"Blood Hall Master, do you wish to spar with me, Zhao?"

Although Zhao Feihu's strength ranks low among the eight hall masters, the head of the Blood Battle Hall of the eighth hall is at most on par with him. He has been coveting his position in the seventh hall for a long time and they have always been at odds. Yet, he is now taking advantage of his misfortune.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you won't dare. With your beast clone dead, your current strength is probably less than 80% of what it was before, right?"

"I've hit you enough. You can try if you want."

At this moment, the Fifth Hall Master, who sat above the Beast Battle Hall Master, rolled his eyes and suddenly said to him:

"Brother Flying Tiger, your beast clone is dead, and those flying wings are now in the hands of that kid Chen Hui, right? Should I help you get them back?"

Zhao Feihu's expression changed, and he quickly said:

"This matter need not be done by Brother Hu. He is merely a minor architect. I will set off in a few days to retrieve the Flying Wings."

This guy surnamed Hu has been coveting my flying wings for a long time. If the other party makes a move, I definitely won't be able to get those wings back.

The Fifth Hall Master let out a slightly disappointed "Oh~" and then closed his eyes to rest.

At this moment, the man who had given the parchment to the God of War addressed Zhao Feihu:

"The person named Chen Hui who could destroy your beast clone must be an A-level architect, right?"

"The rainy season is approaching, and the front lines are in dire need of architects to repair the city walls. If you capture him alive, he should be of use to us."

Before Zhao Feihu could speak, the beast head beside him broke free of its restraints and roared:

"Kill him! Kill him!! You must kill him!!"

Zhao Feihu pressed the beast's head down again and respectfully replied:

"Brother You, that kid is just a B-level architect. He was only able to harm my beast clone because he had a lot of help."

"Moreover, this man killed several deputy hall masters, including my brother. If we don't avenge this, wouldn't our brothers be disheartened? Who will still respect our War God Society in the future?"

He couldn't know for sure whether Chen Hui was a B or A-level architect, but no matter who he was, he would avenge the murder of his brother and the theft of his wings!

"Oh? Just a B-grade?" The man holding the parchment remained silent.

A mere B-level, one more or one less makes no difference. This meeting is to discuss how to deal with the Shadow Hall's assassination attempt. As for Zhao Feihu's matter, let Zhao Feihu handle it himself.

The meeting soon resumed.

Each of the eight hall masters harbored their own thoughts.

Some glanced at Zhao Feihu with disdain in their eyes.

There were also some who would always give Zhao Feihu a few ill-intentioned glances, already thinking about how to divide up his territory.

As Zhao Feihu gradually digested the aura emanating from the beast clone, his eyes grew increasingly cold.

This kid named Chen Hui almost killed all his men, making him lose face so badly in the War God Society.

He vowed not to rest until he avenged this grudge!

After a few days, he recovered somewhat, so he went there in person and demolished the other party's site!

With his full power as a combined dual-headed being, he could easily break through a mere level 4 city wall and that strange storm of light!