I take the witch with me to conquer the world

The veteran who was lucky enough to survive looked at the gladiators who had just experienced one battle and immediately jumped into the next battle. He couldn't help but sigh: "What a group of tireless beasts..." His body trembled slightly. These gladiators were different from those in the past. The difference is that they are crazier and more powerful. Even if there are only a dozen people left, they still dare to charge towards the weird army of 300 people.

A soldier behind him came up and asked the veteran: "Should we cooperate with that army to kill these gladiators together?"

After the soldier finished speaking, a big question mark appeared on the veteran's face under the helmet. He grabbed the soldier who had opened his mouth, then pointed at the unknown group of soldiers in dark armor and said loudly: "Is there something wrong with your brain? Look at these soldiers. , do they behave like the garrison we know? "

As the words fell, red light cannons penetrated the air, and the alienated soldiers were killed to pieces by the light cannons. However, under such circumstances, this army still did not speak, not even a loud scream. This eerie silence could not help but make the scalps of the onlookers and spectators tingle and goosebumps rise all over their bodies.

The veteran swallowed his saliva and said disdainfully: "Do you still think they are our companions?" The veteran rarely saw this kind of situation, but his intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong with the group of soldiers in front of him, and now without the blessing of the military formation, How could they, who were just a group of remnants, participate in such a battle?

After the veteran finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers fell into silence, with unwilling expressions on their faces under their helmets. But they had no choice. Without the blessing of the military formation, they could feel that their power was gradually weakening. At the same time, they were unable to sense the etheric magic in the air, and the world covered by blood gradually faded from their sight.

All performances symbolize that they have withdrawn from the extraordinary world, lost their extraordinary power, and returned to their previous mortal posture. This sense of gap is difficult for these little wolves to accept, but they have to accept this reality.

Under Fang Sheng's light cannon, half of the soldiers turned into fly ash and disappeared between heaven and earth. This made Fang Sheng frown a little. The strength of these soldiers was really abnormal, and he felt so sorry for the dark aura on them.

Compared to Fang Sheng, the big-muscled guy was not like this. He tore several soldiers into pieces casually, and after resisting their weak attacks with his body, his face instantly wrinkled. These enemies are so weak! Not even as good as those little puddings! How can it be considered an enemy?

The big muscle guy is very depressed. He doesn’t want this kind of massacre. What he wants is a hearty fight. This kind of massacre is so boring! He was so bored that he wanted to throw down his battle ax and give up all his work!

But he can't. The boss is going crazy to kill these little mice. He just doesn't obey the boss's order! This cannot be done.

Therefore, the accumulated depression turned into anger under the boring slaughter, making the big muscle man furious, his skin even redder, and a pair of ferocious horns sprouted from his head!

"Roar!!!" The big muscleman roared, venting the rising anger in his heart. He swung the huge battle ax in his hand like a windmill. The alienated soldiers around him were sucked into the windmill and instantly turned into ashes and dissipated in the world. between.

The roar that resounded throughout the arena naturally attracted Fang Sheng's attention. When he turned around and looked around, he saw the big muscleman with his scarlet eyes open, and a pair of ferocious and sharp horns that could stab someone to death. It was extremely eye-catching. .

No, he fucking evolved again? Are you going to become a war demon now? Are you the biological son of the Skull Lord? Why are you so favored? ?

Just as Fang Sheng was complaining, the atmosphere in the private room of the arena became even heavier.

Ashbern saw with his own eyes the vision of the soldier after his death. Instead of leaving his body behind, he turned into a ball of ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth. He changed his previous dejected and weak look, stood up and pointed directly at Prisya, shouting angrily.

"Lord Angus! I think you have also seen that after those garrison soldiers were killed by gladiators, they did not leave their bodies behind, but turned into ashes and dissipated! I believe you know what this means." Ashbourne spoke sharply. , only the devils in hell, the devils in the abyss, or weird creations will leave ashes after death, because they are not living creatures here, so they behave like this!

Ashborn stared at Presia, always wary of the other party's sudden attack. At the same time, his right hand was already ready to move. If there was a problem, he would immediately take out the weapon from the magic item.

But there is another question, Mr. Ulysses, what do you think? Ashbern didn't know the outcome after his sudden attack, but he knew that if he continued to sit still, his outcome would most likely lead to the River Styx.

So he didn't want to, even if the end result was death after struggling to the death with all his strength, then he didn't want to die without doing anything. After all, after struggling to the death, what if there is a glimmer of hope for survival?

"Mr. Ashbourne, please don't be impatient. Your current behavior is really unworthy of a nobleman." In full view of everyone, Presia stood up and said gracefully.

"Shut up, monster, I need you to give me an explanation!" Ashbourne did not speak. Dylan stood up and angrily yelled. He had figured it out. It doesn't matter whether you, Mr. Ulysses or this person who pretends to be my best friend. What exactly is the relationship between the monsters. He must at least seek justice for his friend. Angus can't die in such an unexplained way!

This is not in line with the honor of the nobility! Dylan thought angrily.

Seeing that two people in a row were questioning Angus's authenticity, Ulysses' lips curled up slightly. This was not even a life-and-death crisis yet, but they couldn't help it anymore. It was really interesting. But at the same time, he also knew that the nobles who did not stand up were waiting for his reaction.

To be honest, this scene is only barely interesting. Ashbourne and Dylan's desperate idea is really interesting. It's obvious that everything is just over the top. Ulysses smiled. He didn't intend to speak or stop him now. He wanted to see how the remaining nobles would choose and what tricks this little devil would come up with.

Prisya glanced at Ulysses out of the corner of his eye and found that Mr. Ste's national advisor was still watching from the sidelines. He knew deeply that Mr. Ulysses wanted to see the scene become more lively and lively. interesting. If I fail to achieve such an effect by using the opponent's name, then I might be labeled as withdrawing...