Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the cool winter air, Hyperion covered Thalia's hand, as if she wanted to share a little warmth with her.

"Tata, please go back first. I'll ask Lan Qi to take me back to Boss Cat's restaurant later."

Hyperion looked at Thalia and said softly and considerately.

She could feel that Thalia didn't want to watch this game anymore.

Although she didn't know the reason, Hyperion would not ask more questions when others might be troubled.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home to have dinner together."

Thalia nodded, let go of Hyperion's hand, stood up and left quickly along the aisle.

Watching Thalia's figure disappear, Hyperion exhaled a breath that sounded both relieved and sighing.

"It would be great if I had a mother like this since I was a child..."

Hyperion lowered her eyelashes and murmured silently.

Then Hyperion shook his head and looked at the battle stage again.

In the cold battle square, the iron armor of the Demon King's army's killing force made a clicking sound. A lean fighter suddenly burst out with astonishing speed. His body instantly turned into a bolt of lightning. The muscles in his body caused huge force in the movement, as if to Fly directly over and destroy the enemy with the strongest kick.

But the serrated broadsword in the hands of the Demon King's army had already been met. He did not use the weapon to block, but took the kick forcefully. At the same time, the fighter's chest was torn apart by the sawtooth, and the warmth of the bright red flesh was instantly taken away by the cold wind.

On the other side of the square, two Demon King soldiers were besieging a fighter who was left alone while retreating. He tried to dodge in fear, but the heavy giant ax and the death scythe were unavoidably slashing at him left and right. Blood splattered on his waist, and his internal organs were almost separated from his body. The powerful impact caused his lumbar vertebrae to be directly broken.

As the blood mist fills the air, the audience can clearly see that every attack of the Demon King's army is carving the art of fear. They are not only for victory, but also enjoying the process of killing, as if this is the only way to heat up their chaotic souls. The eyes filled their already empty hearts.

The five Icerite fighters who had been transformed by Lanqi had no sense of pain, and some only had the combat command to kill.

Their serrated broadswords and giant axes drew bright red arcs in the air, and every time they fell, a fighter would scream in agony or be knocked away.

The white battle square has long been stained with blood red, and the bright red blood stains are constantly being rubbed and spread on the marble floor tiles.

"No, don't come over!"

A fighter with twisted calves was filled with tears of fear. He sat on the ground and kept retreating, using all his strength to hit the Demon King's army in front of him. However, like a fly shaking a tree, the butcher, who was getting closer and closer, had only the look in his eyes. That disdain for life and a sick obsession with carnage.

Next, the horrifying sound of rupturing organs echoed.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, the fighters of the Aloran Kingdom fell one after another, and the blood-stained weapons gave off a cold color in the dim natural light.

At this time, the entire arena had become silent. Except for the four fighters who had passed out, there was only the last Kusai left, who was approached by five demons.

Even though every member of the team of fighters from Icerite Academy has been seriously injured, their smiles are even more satisfying.

"Finally you are the only one left..."

The deputy leader made a bass sound like an abyssal beast.

As for the other members, the purpose of coming here seems to be to kill Kusai from the beginning, even if they kill him a thousand or ten thousand times, it will not be enough.

This hatred seems to have turned into love. She just wants to see him and get close to him. Only from him can she find the answer that satisfies her.

"Why don't you guys fall down?!"

Kusai began to retreat for the first time amidst his own confused roar.

This is an instinctive muscle action.

It's not like he hasn't knocked down these guys in the previous battle.

But even if their bones are broken, they will still stand up again!

He had never seen such a terrifying creature.

Although it seemed that Kusai, whose face was covered in blood, was still capable of fighting, he finally felt horrified when he faced five crazy zombie-like demons who could not be killed and hunted him for his life.

With such momentum, he no longer wanted to have a head-on confrontation with these mad dogs.

But in front of tens of thousands of people, if he, who had put aside his harsh words, just surrendered to a few weaklings that he despised the most, it would be more uncomfortable than killing him!

"Do you know how many times I have been killed by you..."

"You must die here today..."

"I will never let you hurt Cilvini again..."

Their heads were shaking, their facial muscles were twisting and muttering to themselves, and their scarlet eyes were staring at Kusai.

The group of creatures in front of them seemed to have been muttered incomprehensible words after being viciously brainwashed.

"What on earth are you talking about?!"

Looking at all this, Kusai finally shouted in horror.

He didn't do anything to Cilvini at all!

At this time, even Luvihill in the commentary box didn't know how to explain.

Hyperion immediately turned over and jumped off the stands, ran to the coach's bench and sat down next to Lanci.

The problem is much more serious than she thought! !

Originally, the staff noticed that some spectators jumped down and quickly came to stop them, but when they saw Lan Qi raising his hand to indicate that this was someone from their coaching staff, the staff quickly nodded and stopped.

"Huberlian, I promise to relieve your anger today."

Lan Qi noticed Hyperion coming, looked at her, and said with a proud smile.

"Lan Qi, what exactly did you ask them to do in the past two days?"

Hyperion asked, looking at Lanqi nervously.

Although she was a little surprised that Lan Qi would admit that he was fighting for this victory to protect her instead of looking for other high-sounding reasons, but now she was extremely worried that Lan Qi had done something that went too far.

Hyperion felt that Lan Qi, who understood the desire to win and lose, became even more abnormal at this moment.

It's like no one can escape his hypnosis as long as they meet his emerald green eyes. He will make human beings fall into bottomless fanaticism and willingly give everything to him...

"I asked Professor Borao to magically modify a horror-themed single-player artificial world for me, and changed the setting of forced exit after death to - when they die, they will be resurrected at a certain point in time to continue the story. Until the customs clearance.”

Lan Qi leaned on the bench and stared at the battle square, with his hands intertwined and resting leisurely on his legs, and replied.

"Then what?"

"Then I set the images of Kusai and others from Aloran Royal Academy as villains, and set the heroine to be exactly the same as Zylvini, and sent the five members of the Fighter Soul into the single-person shadow world. And the tragic plot that they find most difficult to accept is personalized and designed based on their personalities.”

"..."

Hyperion only dared to listen but not speak.

"This group of fighters witnessed the brutal murder of Crvenni time and time again in the illusory and real world. They also cycled endlessly between death and resurrection. Whenever they were most desperate and collapsed, Big Love The poet will appear as a goddess, gently counting the mistakes and sins they have committed this week, and sending them to start over."

Lanci continued to tell Hyperion.

"You want the beloved poet... to be a goddess?"

Hyperion swallowed.

"Yes, I asked her to let go of her hands and feet and enjoy the therapy."

"No……"

Hyperion covered her head.

She couldn't describe how sinful this soul-torture game was.

But this is the magic box she opened with her own hands.

"It's not over yet."

Lan Qi shook his head.

What the members of the Fighter's Soul team did not discover was that Lanqi, as the administrator of the control center, would sometimes play a certain role and artificially create some tragedies that made them feel extremely scared or extremely angry, so as to This will guide them.

Although the ending of the story is that the challenger wins, the companions who have formed a bond will definitely die, including Zylvini, who will definitely die because of the challenger.

As long as there is a challenger's companion who has a chance to survive to the finale, Lan Qi will personally take over and make him out of print.

"I mainly highlight a sense of fate. Whenever I see a little hope for them, I will extinguish it at the moment when they think things are about to start to get better, allowing them to understand the fact that fate is difficult to change. When they return When you come to this world, you will feel like you are waking up from a dream, but you will also find that the gears of fate have begun to turn forcefully again, and they have one last chance left."

Lan Qi finished explaining his special training arrangements for the two days to Hyperion.

In the end, after more than thirty hours of special training, five fighters successfully walked out of this artificial shadow world controlled by Lan Qi.

Their mental outlook has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

"you……"

Hyperion's eyelids twitched wildly, and she quickly looked at the battle square again.

These five fighters have had an unforgettable immersive experience in the shadow world for so long that they may no longer be able to tell the difference between the real and the fake. They have witnessed at least hundreds of times of Zylvini being killed by Kusai. Now they There was probably no other thought in his mind except to kill Kusai.

She couldn't imagine what these five fighters were going to do to Kusai next!