Awakening the War God novel Chapter 88

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."