Arad's crooked savior

"Master, your face is slightly green. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to help you go to rest? Drink some water?"

Ye Lin pretended to be caring and respectful, but in reality he just couldn't say "I'm very proud" on his face.

The court martial artist was optimistic about Bihas. However, after the fight started, he was defeated by Aisha in one second, setting a record for the shortest time.

Naturally, the one hundred gold coins that the old man pledged were useless.

The amount of money is not the problem, the problem is that Bihas failed to live up to expectations and gave up in a second, which really puzzled the audience.

If you were like Cao Wei and Shiku, you would be hard-pressed to fight and lose, but now you are like this, which makes Bihas' supporters secretly frown.

In particular, the person who bet on the Bejas championship at the opening of the game has been talking about his ancestral lineage, going straight to the turbulent era of Xu Zu.

"I'm fine, I just can't understand how that girl can have such terrifying speed."

I stroked my beard a little harder and accidentally broke a few strands, which made me gasp and feel distressed again.

Two of the four games were overwhelming, which resulted in a lot of time left for the four games scheduled to be played in one morning.

After a short discussion, it was decided to temporarily advance the game and draw lots.

On the ring, Shaying held his own cyan jade sign, glanced at the same style in Shiku's hand, shrugged and said, "You haven't tried it on your hand, have you?"

"It's okay. He has been cured. If it weren't for Cao Wei's physical limitations, it is really unknown who will succeed and who will lose."

Shi Ku's expression was indifferent, and he admitted his shortcomings frankly.

The match between him and Setsue was a temporary extra match. After Feng Ying, Aisha and the draw referee left, he did not go to the other side of the ring.

His face, which had always been cold, finally showed some emotion. He raised his head and asked, "About half a year ago, in the Milan Plain of the Principality of Bellemare, someone reappeared the evil god Horatio during the Rebellion of Ghosts and Gods, and devoured tens of thousands of the empire's troops. Is it you? What?"

"It's me. Could it be that you're here to ask me for a crime?" Shaying raised his eyebrows. He has now become a member of the Xu Ancestor. Such a record is nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, it is an honor worthy of praise.

It's not like we're in the Delos Empire, so we have to be careful when doing things. If you show up at all, you will be devastated.

"You do better than me." Shiku shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't mean that.

"I am also a fugitive from the empire, just living in Belmare."

Probably because they share the same stance, a touch of tenderness appeared on his always cold face. Such gentleness from the Iceberg Prince immediately made some nymphomaniac girls in the audience have love in their eyes.

"Noisy!"

"Hahahaha, you are too cold-tempered." Shaying thought it was a bit funny.

"I can defeat you, but I won't win with force."

He was referring to Bilaxiu. After all, the competition in the arena was limited. The opponent's trump card was the hungry giant beast Bilaxiu, but there was definitely no way to summon it in the city.

I always feel a bit regretful that I can't use my full strength.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to earn some gold coins and buy wine for Master. Besides, I don't necessarily lose."

Nuo Yu, who was accompanying Aska in the audience, suddenly felt confused. She wanted Xi Lan to drink less, but she, her "senior brother", just kept messing around.

Shaying is Xilan's disciple. He broke into the Dark City eleven years ago and was controlled by Xia Pulun's necromancy. Nuoyu was just adopted by Xilan from a relative's home eleven years ago.

There was a stream of light on the magic spear, and Shaying's sword also became full of ghostly aura. One of the advantages was that the offensive was continuous like rain, and the other was that the steps were weird and there were ghosts and gods to help.

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Although the arena restricted the appearance of Bola Xiu, it was precisely because of this that the ghosts and gods' projections could occupy most of the arena, which greatly affected Shiku's offensive effect. The two sides were evenly matched.

"That's it..." Feng Ying stared closely at the icy blue figure in the ring, the princess at the back of the ancient kingdom, the tragic frost ghost.

She once had a chance to enter the ruins of the Kingdom of Calamity, which was the royal capital that was captured by Saya's troops.

Inside the ruins, there is a flame ghost and god waiting for Saya, that is Jon, the prince of the Kingdom of Calamity.

The priest Jig used the ghost hand as a container and took Saya away. Jon did not tolerate it, but because of Saya's resentment, they could not live in the same ghost hand.

Naturally, Jon would not let Jig leave simply. In order to find other ghosts and gods to escape as soon as possible and help the sunset empire of Perus deal with Delos, he could only quietly make a promise that he would come back with Saya afterwards.

However, the chaos of ghosts and gods finally ended with Bola Xiu dragging six ghosts and gods and an army of 300,000 into the underworld.

"It's been more than three hundred years, Jon, he should still be waiting for Giger to fulfill his promise."

She sighed silently. She was being chased by Jon for taking Saya's weapon Snow Dance. The surrounding area was a desert terrain. She still remembers the specific location.

Ghosts and gods entangled the magic gun, causing countless abnormal conditions to Shiku. His mind was dizzy, his body was weak, and his spear skills had lost his accuracy.

Although the arena was wide, it still didn't give him much room to move in the face of the influence of ghosts and gods. Moreover, Shiying's erratic figure made the magic gun unable to focus, and he slowly fell behind.

Since Priest Jiger's battle that shook the world more than three hundred years ago, Devil May Cry professionals have also become known to the continent of Arad.

The mummy-like Rakshasa of the plague, the ghost of the disease, and the ruthless man with bright eyes and horns like a goat, awakened the deepest fear in his heart.

Empire Arena!

He is a champion, but everyone who wins this honor has the blood of countless people under his feet, including enemies and friends.

Only one person can survive in the arena!

"ah!!"

Shiku looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and his aura changed from calm and calm to bloodthirsty and explosive. In an instant, he broke free from the suppression of ghosts and gods, and directly hit the stunned shadow.

"Xingyun·Luo!"

One blow of the magic spear, which contained the mysterious power of the apostle, shattered the ghostly body of Shi Ying in an instant. Shiku's face was almost distorted, shocking everyone, especially the ladies below.

What the hell is going on?

"There is something wrong with his sanity! Hearing that ghosts and gods are ruthless can arouse fear in people's hearts, and Rakshasa can weaken people's spiritual will."

The old man next to Ye Lin had sharp eyes and could see the problem at a glance. The ghosts and gods that appeared more than 300 years ago and the shocking battle were also widely circulated in Xu Zu.

"He must have had a very tragic past." Shikigami-san Guangyuan was a little worried and said, "It seems that Shaying accidentally brought up Shi Ku's past and made him fall into a fantasy."

"The past..." Ye Lin was startled for a moment, then stood up suddenly and looked around.

The crowds of people cheering, the nobles and kings watching with smiles, and the huge competition arena. Apart from the absence of blood and corpses, this is clearly...a replica of the Imperial Arena.

Ghosts and gods invaded his mind, causing Shiku to fall deeply into memories and mistakenly believe that this is the Imperial Arena. The rules of that arena are that only one person can survive until death!

"Unless Shaying can knock him out or kill him, Shiku will not stop attacking, even if he is exhausted to death." Feng Zhen, who had been to Delos when he was young, knew more than the average person.

"The original intention of the Blue Dragon Conference is to compete, not to fight in the underground duel ground!"

"Find a way to stop him."

"Shaying, knock him out quickly or run away."

More and more people saw signs that something was wrong. The magic gunner was no longer an ordinary attacker, but more like a crazy beast.

"I have to tell Mo Mei about the matter and ask her to bring Sha Ying out..."

Ye Lin wanted to find Mo Mei quickly, but she was not sitting next to Aska. She should be backstage or in the corner of a certain seat.

But the shadow in the ring was exhausted and couldn't stop smiling. The irrational beast was certainly no match for him, but the torrent of spear skills didn't give him a chance to get close.

He originally wanted to continue using ghosts and gods to suppress the opponent, but he never thought that Shiku's state was extremely unstable and that if he continued to stimulate him, an accident might occur.

"This is really a thorn in the side for Xu Ancestor who wants to end with a perfect attitude today..." The old man next to Ye Lin looked slightly gloomy.

"No, no..." He suddenly smiled mysteriously and said strangely: "Perhaps, this is an opportunity for the Sublimation Conference."