I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In the arena, due to the fierce battle before, the arena has long been changed beyond recognition. The originally flat field is full of potholes and cracks of varying depths, as if it were farmland that had been hit by countless stones. The center of the site is riddled with holes, broken stones and broken weapons are scattered on the land stained with dark red blood...

Lewan stepped on the slightly moist sand, and she used healing or magic to support the knights and Corell. At the same time, he was doing two things, reducing the efficiency of magic power transmission, and using some low-level magic to start scraping the soldiers.

At this moment, Lewan really hated why the magic he learned were all magic with a strong camp color, especially since his teammates were all disciples of the Glory. If he used Yongye's magic. Now Amy and others will definitely not question themselves, but this will not be the case when they return to Alan...

By then, I am afraid that I will cause a lot of trouble to Granny Tireya. A glorious believer who uses eternal night magic, even Granny Tireya, who is the pope, will not be able to protect herself.

Le Wan bit her lip slightly. These enemies were ridiculously strong, and their ability to resurrect from the dead made these soldiers even more difficult to deal with than their damn masters. If this continued, she and the others would definitely be dragged down. And if you want to reverse the situation, you have to use a lot of radiant power to forcibly wipe out the resurrection characteristics of the opponent's body that is caused by something unknown.

She glanced around vaguely. The people of St were sitting in the stands, watching their battle with interest. The remnants of the extraordinary legion that were defeated by Fang Sheng have also withdrawn from the arena. Now, only their side and the damn devil's subordinates are left in the huge arena.

Damn devil, everything is in your plan... Lewan cursed in a low voice again. The method of dealing with this group of soldiers was just her speculation. It was the only thing she could come up with based on her previous experience and the current situation. method.

Even if this method works, what should we do next? Lewan hesitated a little. She looked at the situation in the field again. Amy single-handedly fought three alienated soldiers. She could feel that Amy was already slightly tired.

How about running away... Lewan kept using magic on her hands, thinking about the possibility of this plan in her heart.

Tsk, these damn nobles just watched the devil run wild in their territory, and they were not afraid that the devil would turn his gun and point his troops at them afterwards. Feeling the sense of peeping again, Lewan spat in her heart.

After using magic again to restore Corel's injuries, Lewan couldn't bear it anymore and said in a deep voice: "Let's find a way to retreat. This should be the full strength of the devil. He shouldn't be able to stop us if we want to leave."

Amy was stunned when she heard this, but she immediately reacted. Although she was unwilling to accept it, she also understood that facing the current situation, running away was the best choice.

"Okay." After a brief reply, Amy withdrew from the battle group and rescued Corell, who had been entangled with the enemy for a long time and could no longer keep up with his physical strength.

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In the private room, the actions of Lewan and his group were watched by the nobles. Many nobles fell silent looking at the powerful soldiers who had been resurrected from the dead and seemed to be able to be resurrected infinitely. If this kind of powerful power is used in the military, it can be extended to every soldier. Maybe it can create a new and powerful empire just like Lord Angus said...

With such ability, even the strongest Aram Empire in the world can't stop their troops... A noble thought in his heart. He looked at Angus's current appearance, and his heart was already a little moved.

The devil, who has keen senses and can slightly see into people's hearts, naturally felt the heartbeats of the nobles. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It was really worthwhile for him to spend the last bit of his magic power to mobilize his emotions.

This action was really easy, but I still have to thank Mr. Ulysses. Prisya looked at the smiling Ulysses. Everything he did went so smoothly this time, at least half of it was with the acquiescence and help of Mr. Ulysses.

If it weren't for Mr. Ulysses, I might have returned to hell. Prisya sighed, but he immediately thought that without this gentleman, his actions would be more exciting? More interesting, right?

Without thinking too much about this issue, Prisya knocked on the table, and after attracting the attention of the nobles, he asked: "Everyone, this is the power of Mr. Ulysses, how do you think about it? ?" His words were plain, but the nobles all knew the meaning of his words.

Ashbourne was very conflicted. He was afraid of death and wanted to live. However, his preconceived ideas made him think that the 'power' given by Mr. Ulysses was definitely not a good thing. After all, it could directly change a person's personality and his behavior was very different from the past. Even if you don't let an unknown monster parasitize you, it can still be scary.

And at that time, was he still himself? Ashborn asked himself, he didn't reply, and at the same time, he didn't want anyone to reply. He knew very well that when someone made the first choice, the psychological balance of other nobles would tilt, and when others made their choices one after another. And when that time comes, it will be difficult not to make a decision.

At the same time, he was afraid of death and did not dare to stand up first and say the words of rejection. After considering Ulysses's thoughts, he believed that Mr. Ulysses had great intentions. If he disobeyed the other party's orders, he would be dead.

It's a dead end... Ahiburn smiled bitterly in his heart, that's what happened. It was extremely tormenting, and the fear of death was constantly burning Ahiburn's heart like the blazing sun. The heavy atmosphere with no one speaking suppressed his mood, seeming to want to crush him and make a choice...

In the solemn and suffocating atmosphere, the nobleman whose heart was beating before looked at Angus with a strange smile on his face, and his heart was beating fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. At the same time his breathing became rapid, and he weighed whether he could bear the price of Mr. Ulysses' words?

His fingers tapped on the table unconsciously, which was the rhythm of his inner struggle. His eyes wandered, constantly scanning the nobles around him, turning from one to another. Trying to see through their expressions, wanting to know their inner thoughts, or in other words, he wanted to find 'the same kind'...

With his throat rolling, the nobleman showed a struggling look on his face, and finally said: "I..."