I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Prisya smiled evilly in his heart, and he had already thought about what to do next.

He looked around with an evil smile on his face. The appearance of this smile instantly made all the nobles present tremble slightly. Before that, they were only 60 to 70% sure that Angus was possessed by a monster. But from now on, they were 100% sure that the person in front of them was no longer the Angus they knew.

Now that Angus's body has been taken over by the monster, what about Mr. Ulysses, who spoke for the monster? As Ste's national master, it's impossible for him to be parasitized by a monster...

The nobles did not continue to think about it. No matter what the situation was, Mr. Ulysses would become a high mountain on their way forward, a mountain that was difficult to climb and prohibitive for them.

Angus would never smile like that! Dylan looked at the damn monster in front of him occupying his friend's body, showing such an evil smile. The handsome middle-aged man's face began to turn red, his muscles tensed, and his lips pressed into a tight line.

Dylan pulled out his sword suddenly, and a crisp squeaking sound was heard. The sword tip broke through the air and let out a sharp roar!

Did the crisp chirping of the sword make the nobles stunned? Even Ashbourne was stunned. He didn't expect Dylan to draw the sword immediately. This was different from what he expected!

Ulysses, who was in the first place, raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes burst with color.

Ah, he drew his sword for his friend... Ulysses was a little curious about the subsequent development. He temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​​​leaving in his heart, and did not rush to watch for a while. Anyway, the knight was still there after dealing with these soldiers. I have other things to go through...

The tip of the sword touched Presiya's expensive velvet coat, making a slight cut. With just a slight push, the cold sword edge could pierce the silk shirt and seize Presiya's hand. life.

But Prisya was unhurried and allowed the sharp sword to rest on his heart. Facing the Sword of Damocles, he remained indifferent. The evil smile on his face remained the same as before, without any change. .

Presia looked at Dylan, whose face was twisted into a ball and full of anger. He spread his hands and showed his chest unreservedly in front of everyone. Then he said seriously: "Dylan, my good friend. I have always been Angus. Don't you think that I am more..."

Dylan really felt like he couldn't help it anymore. He really wanted to stab him in with a sword, but the pleading look in Ashborn's eyes and the look in Mr. Ulysses's eyes made him a little reluctant to do so.

But he didn't want to let go just like that. He wasn't sure if he would get a second chance to kill this monster if he lost this opportunity...

Dylan would be entangled, but Prisya would not be entangled. After speaking, he looked at the nobles around him and said bluntly: "Colleagues, I think you are confused and uneasy about me now. This is normal. Back then, I'm just as nervous as you are right now."

Prisya's words were unhurried, and all the nobles heard them. At the same time, they also noticed the element of "the old me" in Prisya's words.

But they didn't ask, they just paid attention to the two of them. Prisya's calm expression was as if Dylan was the only one experiencing the tense atmosphere with them.

Prisya didn't care that no one responded. He believed that these nobles must have heard his words, and then, he only needed to continue to explain. In this case, someone would definitely believe his words.

You know, even glorious believers will have evil thoughts in the face of death...

"Everyone, please look into the arena." Prisya pointed at the projection, and everyone's eyes turned away. However, Dylan was still staring at Prisya intently. He didn't know if he was tired from keeping this action. tired.

In the arena, these weak soldiers were no match for Fang Sheng and other gladiators. The gladiators killed all these soldiers without paying the price of one death!

Although this is the case, it can be said that there is no smile on the faces of the gladiators.

They were dissatisfied with this battle. This group of insects was too weak and could be easily crushed. This prevented the gladiators from experiencing the thrill of fighting and the joy of fighting.

The big muscle man felt the power contained within his body. This power seemed to be infinite. He couldn't help but look at the scarlet figure holding a giant sword in the center of a pile of ashes!

He couldn't help but lick his lips, preparing to challenge his boss.

But at this moment, another group of soldiers suddenly appeared on the field. Their cold and fishy smell was exactly the same as before, but this time there were much fewer soldiers, only about twenty.

The appearance of the soldiers interrupted the big muscleman's words. He looked ferocious, and with full of rage, he went straight towards the soldiers and swung the battle ax in his hand. But this time, the smooth feeling did not appear, and it was rare for a big muscleman to feel the obstruction from the tomahawk!

He looked subconsciously and saw a tall but faceless dark soldier standing in front of him, blocking his battle ax with a shield dripping with unknown liquid.

The big muscle man was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly with excitement.

The gladiators didn't care about these soldiers who suddenly appeared, nor did they care about the truth about their resurrection from the dead. They only knew that they could enjoy fighting again!

Fang Sheng, on the other hand, looked at the two enemies surrounding him with some helplessness. He didn't know why this devil hiding in the dark wanted to block his way.

……

Before Presia could speak, Axiborne was the first to ask: "I think after you use this evil power from hell or the abyss, you are no longer the Lord of Angus!" I don’t think Angus is Angus. Someone like him will never use the power of hell or the abyss.

The nobles are not stupid, and their understanding of the extraordinary is better than ordinary people. The price of the power gained in this way is obvious. This group of garrison troops can no longer speak, have no thoughts, and have become puppets at the mercy of others.

Prisya smiled lightly, and then under everyone's doubtful eyes, he calmly took two steps forward. And this caused the sharp sword in Dylan's hand to pierce directly into his heart!

A dull voice sounded, and Prisya turned his head calmly, moved his hands and said, "I never said that I accepted the power of the abyss and hell..." After that, he pulled out his sword and cut his chest clean. Show it to everyone without reservation.

"This is the power of Mr. Ulysses!" Prisya shouted with a sick smile on his face, looking at everyone with burning eyes.