Awakening the War God

Chapter 88 Getting A Token From Boiling Oil

Chapter 88 Getting A Token From Boiling Oil

At 2 PM.

In the Silverwood Clan of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall.

Dim lights made the air depressing.

More than three hundred members were sitting around a high platform of more than one-meter height like a large fighting platform.

Strangely, there was a large iron pot in the middle of the platform.

The flame was burning under the pot and the hot oil was boiling in it.

A token sank at the bottom of the boiling oil.

The hall was quiet.

And the chilling air was more dignified.

Suddenly, a strange beam of light shone from the top, lighting up a stage.

A dark wooden chair appeared on it.

Behind the chair, the ghastly words of "Ghostly Purgatory Hall" were engraved on the wall.

Here was the Silverwood Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall.

The chair should be the clan head's seat.

But at the moment, it was empty.

"Mr. Leopard Tail, Demon Enforcer, is coming!"

A loud voice sounded and attracted everyone's attention.

Leon in a strange black robe appeared in front of the chair quietly.

There were some strange patterns on his old-fashioned robe.

Under the strange light, Leon looked gloomy.

Leon stared at all the members in a dignified look.

After a pause, he took out a token embedded with an identity card and said coldly, "I am Leon, or Mr. Leopard Tail, the Demon Enforcer of Ghost Purgatory Hall. Today, I will preside over the election ceremony of Silverwood Clan's head!"

People looked at his robe, a symbol of the Demon Enforcer.

Only when on a formal occasion at Ghostly Purgatory Hall would Leon be dressed like this.

The members said in unison, "Lord Demon Enforcer!"

Their sound was loud.

Actually, though the clan had been out of control from the fragmented Ghostly Purgatory Hall, it remained a force in the organization.

Now that Clarence died, Leon mastered the right of speech.

Leon continued in a loud voice, "Since Clarence died in battle, the clan head's position was temporarily vacant. Today, all members of Silverwood Clan can compete for the position!"

"Let's use the traditional competition of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, getting a token from boiling oil."

The oil pan was steaming, as firewood under the pan crackled.

It was a tradition of Ghostly Purgatory Hall.

Once the position of clan head was vacant and there were no suitable candidates for the time being, members would compete for the head.

The rule was so simple: The one who took out the clan head's token from the oil in tangled warfare would be the winner.

In the battle, strength, courage, and boldness were indispensable essences.

It was a Herculean task.

"I'll do it!"

People around the stage were excited.

Even if they knew how hard the competition was, they were ready to risk everything for the clan head's position.

It seemed that about twenty or thirty volunteers wanted to take part in the competition.

"Be patient!" Raising his hand to relieve the hot atmosphere at the scene, Leon said unhurriedly, "Before the competition, I'd like to introduce a newcomer to Ghostly Purgatory Hall, Thomas!"

As the door opened, a beam of light shone into it.

Thomas came in with Twelve Birds behind.

He made a fierce expression and walked overwhelmingly.

Touching his bald head, Thomas made a vicious smile.

"Guys, I think many of you know me. Yes, I am Thomas who killed the former clan head, Clarence. Today, I am here for the position of clan head. If you fail to throw me into the oil pan, I'll kill my competitors in it."

Thomas said arrogantly and unhurriedly.

His arrogance immediately caused the scene to chaos.

All members got up and gathered around Thomas and Twelve Birds.

They cursed and were dying to kill Thomas.

"Thomas killed our head and dared to run for the position. We can't accept it!"

"He is not a member of Ghostly Purgatory Hall. Kill him and avenge our head!"

"..."

These words represented most of the members' attitudes.

It also ignited their anger.

Twelve Birds surrounded Thomas and protected him.

They had already pushed and shoved the members.

"Shut up!"

A roar came from a height.

The hall was calmed down by the deafening voice. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was Leon who glared at them and yelled, "Thomas is recognized by Ghostly Purgatory Hall, and you have no right to question him. He is qualified to compete for clan head!"

"As for you, who wants to avenge Clarence, you can throw Thomas into the oil pan in the battle."

"That's what a true man does!"

"But I remind you, before that, anyone who makes trouble means to have a hard time with me!"

Leon's words were intimidating.

All the people present hesitated.

They were nobody. It was unwise for them to offend Demon Enforcer for a dead one.

Taking this opportunity, Thomas touched his head, pointed his right hand at the sky, and roared fiercely, "I killed Clarence and Scorpion. Which one dares to defy me? Stand up!"

His words were arrogant.

All members knew the strength of Scorpion and Clarence clearly.

Thomas could kill both of them, let alone the ordinary.

Now, the one that stood out would be targeted by Thomas.

The whole hall was silent.

With Leon as the backing and the deterrent of killing Clarence and Scorpion, Thomas finally fascinated the members this time.

He slowed down his voice, "Silverwood Clan is one of the three major forces in Silverwood Underground World. It's a shame on you to be Joseph's followers under the guidance of Clarence."

"Aren't you ashamed to work for such a trash?"

"If I become the clan head, I will take you to conquer the Underground World of Silverwood. From then on, Ghostly Purgatory Hall would be the only power in Silverwood!"

The speech was powerful and inspiring.

Many members hesitated.

Indeed, under Clarence's leadership, Ghostly Purgatory Hallsilverwood Clan had been declining.

It lost the boldness of a powerful gang and became a private force.

Maybe it was time to change to a bold head.

While the people were hesitating, Thomas seized the chance and jumped on the platform.

He took off his coat, showing his strong muscles, and roared, "Come on, competitors, let's have a man's fight!"

Under the bright fire, Thomas in front of the oil pan was murderous and combative.

"Okay, the battle for the token begins!"

At the perfect timing, Leon at the above shouted with a wave of his robe.

Immediately, more than a dozen strong men rushed to the platform.

A fierce battle was about to begin.

"Thomas, it depends on you. Don't let Mr. Gabriel down!" Leon focused on the platform.

Thomas roared.

And the men began the battle.