Doom Knight System

Lancelot was locked in a wooden box similar to a coffin. In the darkness, he could feel the coffin being lifted up by four people, and then entered a place where it was placed upright.

Suddenly, there was a loud and long sound of the horn, followed by enthusiastic cheers from countless people, the sound was deafening, and it spread in all directions with the sound of the horn.

"Today's great arena is open again, let us welcome the first group of players, from the Harry Chamber of Commerce and the Deca Chamber of Commerce, the bet is about the mining rights of the Aryan trade route for the next ten years.

The number of fighters on both sides is 15 each. In order to increase the excitement of the game, a hundred slaves will be randomly thrown into the battle.

If the final winner is not a fighter from the two major chambers of commerce, the bet will be declared void.I declare...beginning! "

The cheers became more and more enthusiastic, but Lancelot couldn't hear the voices of those fighters at all, and there was only darkness in front of him.

A little bit of time passed, and the same notification had gone through three rounds, but it was still not Lancelot's turn.

The cheers are always followed by a deathly silence, almost suffocating.

Lancelot closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear, and slowly lost the concept of time. The food he ate in the early morning has been completely digested, and his hunger is constantly pouring out.

"It's finally our turn for the last competition. It's a match between the Miranda Chamber of Commerce and the Borgia Chamber of Commerce. The bet is the right to develop new trade routes! The competition begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Lancelow suddenly opened his eyes, the baffle under the coffin disappeared, and the whole person fell at an extremely fast speed, and fell heavily on a square.

This is a square the size of an ordinary playground. In the center stands the corpse of a demon. Around the corpse is a circle of food, which can serve about ten people.

Lancelot squinted his eyes and looked around. He didn't find the audience, so he understood that it should be shielded by a specific barrier, and that group of people was watching their fight in some way.

"Ding dong! The eye of truth: the dead demon king, the corpse has a natural coercion, the closer you get to the corpse, the weaker the body strength will be. The killing nature contained in it will also infect all creatures within a radius of ten kilometers."

"It turns out that this thing is used to suppress mental power." Lancelow understood instantly.

He touched the hood on his face first, but it didn't fall off.The headgear is a must for every fighter, and it is also for the convenience of explanation.

Lancelot's face had the effect of a weird and gloomy clown, his mouth was wide open, filled with an evil breath of resentment.

More and more people landed on the square, most of them were still in a state of confusion, but a killing started right after.

These people should have drunk the potion when they were in the coffin, so the relatives denied it, and they went berserk instantly when they saw blood.

boom!A container suddenly fell from the sky, and after it was opened, crowds rushed out. Although they were thin, they were fearless, their eyes were full of madness, and they rushed towards the fighters with their teeth and claws.

"Roar!" The slaves roared excitedly like wild animals.

On the other hand, the fighters were unprepared. Although they were very powerful, they lost their ability to move after being swarmed up. They screamed after being bitten by the slaves, and blood was splashed in an instant, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

Lancelot mixed in the crowd, took a deep breath, stepped on his waist, jumped up lightly, stepped on the backs of the crowd, and ran towards the demon corpse in the center.

"Roar!" A slave followed Lancelow's example and jumped up, opening his arms to wrap his arms around his body.

Lancelot frowned, and instinctively stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, and there was a click!He grabbed the slave's head directly, and then threw it back with strength.

Pooh!The slave's head was facing the ground, and after a crash, it was like a watermelon being popped by a stick.

This was only Lancelot's first shot, and the speed was like lightning. Except for a few people, no one noticed him at all.

The nobles in the arena are now cheering for a fighter wearing a rhinoceros hood.

This rhinoceros fighter exudes a terrifying murderous aura, one punch can blow the head of a slave, and three of the fighters of the Miranda Chamber of Commerce also died in his hands.

Lancelow didn't care what the others did. He came to the basket, grabbed the bread and stuffed it into his stomach.

His actions immediately made the audience curious, and most of them were dissatisfied with sarcasm.

"Oh, look at that guy, what a coward, he thinks he can hide forever?"

"Being able to eat a full meal before dying, this clown is still very smart."

"I decided it was an insult to the fighter."

The dignitaries in the private room had different opinions on this, but Lancelow successfully made these big shots a little curious, after all, he was the only one who chose to eat first since the start of the game.

"Hehe... Those foods are not so easy to eat. The remaining coercion of the demonic monarch can continuously weaken the physical strength and combat effectiveness of human beings. He can't hide for long." Houston smiled coldly, picked up an apple and slammed it heavily. Take a bite.

Mrs. Miranda's eyes widened, she bit her white fingers in her hands, and said playfully, "This is the right choice, this fighter is really smart."

The comments from the outside world will not cause any trouble to Lancelow, and his actions also attracted some people to follow him to grab food.

hum!hum!hum!A strange mental fluctuation came from the corpse of the Demon Lord. Everyone, including Lancelot, felt blood surge, their eyes were red, and their minds were full of violent killing intent.

The closer he was to the corpse of the demon lord, the stronger the killing intent in his heart.

Lancelot threw the trotters in his hand aside, and now there were less than 50 people left on the field, so fortunately he no longer concealed himself and jumped forward.

The two legs were kicked out continuously, and the surrounding slaves were first swept away.

boom!boom!boom!In the blink of an eye, the slaves vomited blood and flew out backwards.However, under the stimulation of killing intent, some people still rushed towards Lancelow.

At this time, the ground was already stained with plasma, and it was even a little sticky to step on.

In this environment, the morality solidified by human beings will be shaken by the instinctive desire to survive.

Lancelot seemed to be transformed into a monster, and began to kill towards the outside. His fighting skills were born for killing, and the spray of blood gave people a pleasing feeling.

"Nice job!"

"Kill him, oh! The head is broken. Are his arms made of steel?"

"Too powerful, kill!"

At this moment, the audience finally realized how powerful Lancelot was, and shouted frantically in the stands.