The game character has become my vest

The blood splashed into the eyes stained the pupils.

The originally normal pupils constricted and condensed into blood-red vertical pupils.

That vertical pupil was like a ferocious beast, and the boiling cheers from the audience continued.The impaled demon slowly raised his head, and slowly shifted his gaze upwards, finally stopping at Marshall's eyes full of ecstasy and greed because he was about to win.

Marshall met a pair of eyes that were pressing against him.

His feverish brain slowed down for a moment, and then trembled because of Tang En's unique side.

That is because of the uncontrollable high-pitched emotions brought about by ecstasy.

The expression on Marshall's face was still in excitement.

But in the next moment, severe pain invaded his consciousness.Marshall lowered his head slowly, and saw the hand that had completely penetrated into his stomach.

The exposed part of the arm was still white, in sharp contrast to the blood-stained wrist.

Marshall could even feel the hand stirring, pulling...and jerk-pull out a section of intestines in his stomach.

It was as if the plot was repeating itself, first Tang En, then Marshall.

But compared to Tang En, Marshall was more miserable.

Marshall let go of the right hand that had been pierced into Dunn's shoulder, and at the same time pushed himself away with such a reverse force.

Tang En took two steps back and stabilized his body.

He first threw the piece of intestine that had been broken in his hand on the ground, and then lazily raised his blood-stained left hand to his mouth.

He stuck out his tongue, from bottom to top, from wrist to fingertips, licking slowly and tenderly.

Then, he put those left hands against his cheeks and stroked his fair face.Bit by bit...he dyed himself a bright red color.He raised his chin, revealing his sharp Adam's apple... As he swallowed, that Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was tasting some supreme delicacy.

The expression is intoxicated and addicted to blood.

The demon who watched Tang En's transformation with his own eyes was first stunned by the change in the battle situation, and then he was drawn to Tang En's every move.

Such a shocking scene quickly annihilated their rationality that was burning hot with blood, and at the same time, their bodies also became very hot at this moment.

Want to fight, want to vent... on the battlefield, in the moment...

In the end, after a brief moment of silence, the emotion that urgently needs to be released suddenly burst out.

They turned into roars, into voices.

What's more, he stripped himself clean and looked at Tang En on the stage full of fanaticism.

Even if he was asked to be Marshall at this moment, he would probably agree immediately.

Indifferent Tang En, they want it.But clean Tang En, they want it too.And Tang En with such a devilish nature...they wanted it even more.

It would also be a kind of enjoyment if Tang En could taste his own blood.

Tang En raised his chin, turned his eyes slightly, and glanced lightly at the demon who was frantic because of him. His eyes fell on the demons in the audience, and easily made them silence their voices, just like the magic of silence.

Along with it, they even feel short of breath and dizzy.

Tang En's eyes turned back and landed on the top of the huge training ground tent. The magic lamp on the top dazzled him.He lightly closed his eyes, and the fingers caressing his face slowly slid down, landing on his neck, collarbone, and chest...

Warm blood was still exuding, spreading from the place where his fingers passed, revealing a rich color.

But it was clear that at the last moment, he was still tasting the blood of the devil that was brought into his mouth with fascination, but in the next second, he withdrew his gaze from the top, and looked at Marshall with disgust.

"It's unpalatable."

puff, puff...

That seemed to be the common heartbeat of all the demons around.At this moment, they are all accelerating and beating at the same time.

——for that devil on stage.

Marshall retreated to the edge of the training ground and regained his footing.

Panting heavily, he looked at Tang En who seemed to have changed.He did have a smile on his face.

Although such an injury is considered a bit serious on a demon.But for the devil, it is not easy to die.

Marshall stuffed the dragged intestines back into his stomach, walked forward for a while, and then licked his sticky fingers at Tang En.

The veins on his face were bulging, and his eyes were staring at Tang En greedily and intently.

His whole body was telling Tang En that he was preparing for the next wave of attacks.

Tang En looked down at the sword in his right hand that had not been released. He raised his hand and smiled at Marshall. Before Marshall could understand the meaning, he saw that the sword was straight Flying towards him, with a "poof"... it penetrated his body neatly, and the ferocious force even brought him down to the ground, nailing Marshall directly to the stage.

There was a huh huh in Marshall's throat, he grinned and wanted to laugh, but the pain made his facial expression even more ferocious.

He planned to pull out the sword that pierced himself through the stage, but Tang En didn't give him such a chance.

Tang En bent down and rushed towards Marshall. When he got close, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and pressed down even harder. Then he knelt on Marshall's wing and pressed it with the other leg. on Marshall's body.

Tang En lowered his body and looked at Marshall with a half-smile.

Marshall gritted his teeth and slowly raised his barbed tail behind Tang En's invisible back.

Tang En let go of the hand that was holding the hilt of the sword. He rolled his feet vigorously, then reached forward with both hands, and landed on Marshall's pair of devil horns.

"I lost." Marshall widened his blood-red eyes, and he seemed to have a premonition of what would happen next.

Delaying time... the same is avoiding danger.

The premonition of danger kept warning him.

Marshall's lost sanity slowly returned.

"I lost, let me tell you, you can find Sergeant Darren for that ability... he, he likes to deal with human races... he, he will... ah!!!"

When Marshall's tail was about to get closer to Tang En's back, Tang En took the first step.

He tilted his head, and in Marshall's words, crisply and neatly, he snapped off the devil's horn held by his right hand... abruptly from the top of Marshall's head.

"You talk too much." Tang En threw away the broken devil horn casually, "I don't want to hear it anymore." After being thrown out of Tang En's hand, the broken horn rolled a few times and landed on the stage. Down.

The demons in the audience fell silent.

Tang En set his eyes on Marshall's other devil horn.

Marshall cried under Tang An's hands, even with the wings that were pressed down, he began to wave his wings randomly.

Tang En, who was kneeling on one knee at the root of Marshall's wing, stepped on his wing and stood up.His other foot still naturally landed on Marshall's chest.

He stepped on Marshall's wings and body with his feet one by one, looked at Marshall who was raising his hand to cover his head... Tang En, who didn't know what "enough is enough", slowly lowered his palm On the hilt of the sword that pierced Marshall's body.

Tang En's blood-stained hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out forcefully.

Marshall straightened his body, and his vitality was tenacious.

The wound on his body is healing rapidly, just like the wound on Tang En's body.

Without the existence of light elements, it is difficult for most demons to die.

They can keep getting hurt and recovering.

Tang En pulled the drawn sword into a flower, and then turned his hand... It was like cutting off one of Marshall's wings!

The heat in the audience gradually dissipated.

Compared with the sounds from other corners of the training ground, the surroundings of the stage where Tang En was at this moment seemed too quiet.

The fight between demons is not without more brutal and bloody than this.

But that all happened in private, in various towns, in various arenas.

It is not allowed in such a battlefield camp for fighting against the human race and the heavenly race, and it is also a training ground.

Because every demon here is a warrior of the demon clan.

It exists for war.

The reason why this place is called the training ground is to provide a place for the demons to vent and train.It does not allow too outrageous fighting.

Just like Marshall's previous battle, although his opponent was dissatisfied.Although he was injured, for the devil, such a degree of wound was not caused by a weapon with a light attribute attached, and it only took an afternoon or a few hours to heal the wound.

But to do something like Tang En, even after two or three hours, or even two or three days, the demon's severed horns and completely severed wings will not be healed easily.

To such an extent, without the help of high-level demons, with Marshall's strength, it would even take two or three years to fully recover.And in the process of recovery, Marshall is regarded as the "disability" in the devil.

Perhaps, because of this situation, he was targeted by other demons because of the loss of strength, and it is very possible that he died halfway before he recovered.

No demon will care about how demons fight each other.

But the premise is that the relevant interests of the high-level demons are not damaged.

Like Tang En, doing this kind of thing in front of everyone.It is a challenge to those demons.

When Chebman heard the news and rushed to the training ground, this was what he saw.

Tang En held the sword in his left hand.Stepping on Marshall condescendingly.

And Marshall was lying on his back on the ground.There was a scream of mourning.

The expression on Tang En's face carried a bit of the usual indifference, but also a bit of joy that he didn't have before.

Chebman felt his devil heart beating faster and faster, but in the end his reason still prevailed.

Chebman jumped onto the stage, and then grabbed Tang En's wrist with one hand.

Tang En, with his blood pupils upright, turned his head and looked at Chebman with some indifference.

Chebman took a breath, but still softened his voice, no longer as fanatical as before.He just said normally: "It's almost there, Twain."

"Keleman said he has that ability, he can teach you, your goal has been achieved."

Keleman...Twain turned his head, and finally remembered the contribution value merchant who was always joking next to Chebman.

Tang En tilted his head and slowly understood what Chebman meant.He still stopped, under the comfort of Chebman's eyes.

Tang En casually threw away the sword in his left hand, then nodded, "Take me to find Keleman."

Chebman nodded, then turned around and handed his back to Dunn.

When stepping down, the guards on the side did not dare to stop Tang En.

But Chebman turned his head and said to the guard: "Tell Admiral Heloise, I took Tang En away...I am responsible for his affairs."

Tang En, who stood behind Chebman, looked at Chebman's back, and raised the corners of his lips vaguely. Then, he also looked away nonchalantly, and scanned the surrounding demons.

The way those demons looked at Tang En was no longer the same as before.

Although they like it, they just treat it as a plaything.But now, when they looked at Tang En, their eyes were still fiery, but their attitudes were completely different.

The strong can never make them back down, it will only arouse their interest even more.

Although Tang En's opponents were not considered strong this time, at least Tang En proved his strength to them.

Aside from the rules and regulations in the demon camp, these demons, they can be said to be very satisfied with this battle.

Because this is an excellent visual feast, although there are not too gorgeous fighting moves, just looking at the appearance of one of them is enough for them to savor it for a long time.

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