Doom Knight System

"Am I dead?" The tyrannosaur clutched his neck in horror, his face was pale and ugly, his legs couldn't stand, and his whole body was limp on the ground.

"What's going on?" The old man in charge came out frowning and said in an extremely majestic voice.

Lancelot struggled to sit back on his seat, and said with a sneer, "I wanted to poke you later, but I didn't expect to send you to my door. Hehe... Don't scream like a pig, I didn't bite you at all, just But I pinched you."

All eyes turned to the prisoner named Tyrannosaurus, who touched his neck in horror, then tried to put on a vicious look, and said, "Bastard, I must eat you."

"You are the son of a farmer and herdsman. Maybe you didn't get the care of your family since you were a child, which led to an introverted personality. Although you are tall, you are often bullied. Is this how you got the scars on your body?" Lancelot said casually. said.

The pupils of the tyrannosaurus shrank suddenly, and his expression became a little flustered. He stammered and retorted: "You...you are talking nonsense, I...I have eaten human flesh."

"Huh? Human flesh? Guys who dare to eat human flesh usually have psychological problems. They have a special psychology for pain. The more painful, the more irritating they feel. Who would scream like you butchered a pig? You said you have eaten human flesh , it's just a threat." Lancelow said dismissively.

After the Tyrannosaurus heard this, its aura suddenly disappeared, and the whole person huddled on the seat in fear, which was completely different from the previous performance.

Shhhhhhh...!After the other fighters clamored for a while, they all focused on the food, and they were about to face a fight, and no one was in the mood to pay attention to other things.

The old man in charge took a deep look at Lancelow, said nothing, and asked the servants to take the fighters back to their respective cells and left.

The arena is located in mid-air, it is a huge floating building.

The morning glow of the rising sun fell down, dyeing the entire arena a brilliant red like agate.

All the buildings here are built around the main arena, where the major chambers of commerce sell their items.

The arena was covered with flowers and ribbons, and colorful balloons floated past from time to time, making it as lively as a grand festival.

In the center of the venue was a five-meter-tall demon corpse. A golden spear pierced through its heart, making it a standing sculpture supported by the spear.

Violent spiritual coercion continuously emanated from the demon corpse, covering the entire sky arena.

Therefore, all the knights who enter will be forcibly suppressed their spiritual power, and even the treasures cannot be activated.

Some noble ladies from the inner city appeared one after another on the steps. They all looked excited, covered their mouths with fans from time to time, and laughed and played.

The private rooms on the top floor are separated by a single layer of reverse glass, and there are a total of more than a dozen rooms.

The old man in charge of the Miranda Chamber of Commerce came to a room respectfully. There were more than a dozen knights in armor at the door. He did not dare to show any disrespect. He lowered his body to the lowest and humbly reported the situation.

A soft, watery voice came from the room, making people feel as if they were immersed in honey after listening to it.

"Hey! Thank you for your hard work. The Borgia family is bound to win the new trade route this time. I decided to take a step back and let it out this time."

"Well... I understand, ma'am. I won't give those fighters medicine this time." The old man in charge nodded and said.

"Although I don't intend to win, I still have to put on a show. You just need to provide a few low-level potions, and the ranking shouldn't be too low. Is there anyone interesting among the fighters this time?"

The appearance of Lancelot first came to the mind of the old man in charge, and he described what happened just now in a hurry.

It was originally a joke, but Mrs. Miranda listened very seriously. After a moment of silence, she said, "This man is still a talent. Go and ask him if he is willing to become a servant."

"Ah! It is his greatest grace to be your servant, and he can escape this doomed death. How could he not be willing?" said the old man in charge.

But in fact, Lancelot really rejected Mrs. Miranda's invitation, and replied indifferently: "As an honorable knight, I refuse to be a lackey to anyone. This is an insult to me. Freedom, I will use Fight with my strength!"

The old man in charge's nose was crooked, he stomped his feet hard, left a few bottles of medicine, and left quickly.

Mrs. Miranda has a very high status, and she has never met anyone who rejects her. You must know that the worst servants in her family are knight commanders, whose status is comparable to that of a baron, so she couldn't help but feel interested.

As everyone knows, Lancelot has no concept of the chamber of commerce at all, and the people in the outer city would have been crazy with joy.

"Ding dong! Intermediate berserk potion: Enter a berserk state at the cost of losing vitality, increase all attributes by 50.00%, and increase combat instinct by [-]%."

The potion exudes a purple halo, which looks extraordinarily charming.

The servant on the side sneered, "Put it on quickly, at a critical moment, maybe you can survive by relying on it."

"Give it to me quickly!"

"This is mine, don't break it."

"Be careful!"……

After hearing this, the fighters carefully put it into their arms.Only Lancelot threw the potion to the Tyrannosaurus, who fell into a daze and instinctively put it away.

Satisfied, Borgia Houston came to Mrs. Miranda's private room, but unexpectedly got rejected.

"Madam is resting, it is inconvenient to receive you." The burly knight said coldly, with a majestic murderous aura around his body, like a long sword that has been killed on the battlefield.

"Hmph!" Houston squinted his eyes, clenched his right fist slightly in his sleeve, and said coldly, not being affected by his momentum at all, "Then I'll take my leave!"

After returning to his private room, Houston angrily sat on the sofa, and said to his followers, "How about the fighters on our side?"

"It's ready. They are all knight commanders in the outer city. Their physical strength is very strong. Coupled with the effect of the potion, no one can be the opponent of the Borgia family in this competition." The follower whispered.

Houston shook his head and said coldly: "It's not enough, it's not enough! Send me the high-level rage potion and let them kill all the fighters in the Miranda Chamber of Commerce."

"Uh...! Yes, I will arrange it now." The follower nodded and said.

The price of a rage potion was higher than that of a low-level knight. In order to win, Houston spent all his money.