Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 476 I am, Rocky McCarthy

The battle that broke out in the Arena of Destiny plunged every dignitary in the seats of Franklin Hall into the ultimate thrill.

Although the Death Arena blocked the sound out of fairness to prevent interference and support from outside the barrier, just seeing the aftermath of the magic blocked by the barrier and the silent white light made this group of powerful people feel frightened.

For creatures of the sixth level and below, battles at the eighth level are like the wrath of gods, and any creature involved will be crushed in an instant.

Three demons of different shapes approached Asksan, forming an insurmountable front.

They are both a solid shield for Sigrid and a deadly spear for Asksan.

The striker demon is the most flexible and agile. Even if there is no weapon in her hand, any movement may bring invisible sharp blades, accompanied by bursts of piercing sounds, leaving clear cuts on the ground.

The central defender demon appears mysterious, its blurry figure and body seem to be made of abyss water, with deep black waves constantly undulating.

As long as he is standing in the middle, no matter what attack or defense intention Askesan has, he seems to be able to see through it and accurately pass it to the other two demons. As the central commander, he summons a wide range of dark power that can swallow everything from time to time. , to drag Askesan into the endless abyss.

The demon in the last row looked lazy, but in fact, with a wave of her palm, she covered the entire arena with curse seals, quickly rotating and merging in the air to form an indestructible floating barrier, accurately protecting the other two. A demon, he withstood Askosang's fierce counterattack.

The figure of Asksan, the Bishop of Annihilation, shuttled back and forth in the Arena of Death.

Facing the siege of the three demons, he looked extremely embarrassed, and every dodge was full of desperate persistence.

Even the noble man sitting at the table who did not understand magic could understand at this moment that Askosan had little hope of winning if he continued fighting like this.

"Is this really the summoner fighting the sealer?"

Some nobles in the audience couldn't help but express doubts.

Generally speaking, the summoner's battle requires the summoner to personally serve as the tactical commander and do his best to apply combat instructions and buff magic to the summoned objects. At the same time, the main body can also participate in the battle and interfere with the opponent.

And these three summons seem to be completely self-aware, and they are determined to bring Askosan to death!

"I always feel like this was a gang fight, but I have no proof."

"But if you look at Askosan's expression of anger and curses, he seems to think that Sigrid is not trying to challenge her."

There was a lot of discussion in the halls of Congress.

At this moment, the female demon in the back row has used light blue magic to build a translucent bar and seats. She asked Sigrid to sit down and waited for Sigrid's orders like a bartender, showing her professional nature. .

If it weren't for the fact that drinks couldn't be brought into the Arena of Destiny, she might have started mixing drinks for Sigrid.

"Look, this magic is so bright."

"Indeed, but Wang has also told us that if he uses level 7 or above magic as fireworks or light shows within the city limits of his hometown, he will have to pay a high fine even if no public damage is caused. One time he My friend, who is also a teacher and friend, was fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly removing the barrier to stop an unexpected campus athletic event."

"Then his friend is quite powerful. By the way, why can campus sports activities be involved in such an accident?"

"The king didn't say anything."

Sigrid did nothing. She sat on a chair and watched Askosan in the distance being chased by two eighth-level epic demons. From time to time, she briefly chatted with the demons around her.

On the other side, Askesan was surrounded by three big demons. No matter how angry he was and wanted to scold Sigrid for being shameless, he had no time to vent his emotions.

All his anger turned into a ferocious smile.

Because at this moment, Sigrid thought she was sure of victory, but in fact she didn’t know what was going to happen next!

Outside the Death Arena, on the right side of the parliament hall, is the seat of the High Priest of Annihilation.

On the surface, a figure was also watching the fierce battle that broke out in the center of the hall intently.

Mixed into the tense and expectant atmosphere of the hall, the behavior of the Archpriest of Annihilation seemed more secretive and profound.

His thoughts and calculations were all hidden behind this desperate battle, waiting for the right moment to reveal his killer move.

Asksan's clone who stayed outside the court kept looking at the upper left area of ​​Franklin Hall on the opposite side.

Sitting there were the southern nobles of the House of Lords.

Although it was a bit difficult to focus on the clone outside the battlefield, Asksan was already convinced that this magical aura was somewhere within his body.

In the vast Franklin Hall, the magic power fluctuations on the suspects are analyzed one by one. Sooner or later, the Holy Son of Tyrant will be screened out based on the magic power characteristics.

Based on inference.

Asksan believes that the Holy Son of Tyrant is most likely to be a minor nobleman.

He is more likely to be in the House of Lords than in the House of Commons.

Secondly, the Son of Tyrant has the highest probability of being in the southern aristocratic circle, followed by the eastern aristocracy, and finally the northern aristocracy.

So we should start looking among the nobles in the south.

It still takes a little time. It's enough to hold the three demons on the battlefield for a while.

Stupid Sigrid and her three demon eagle dogs had no idea what was about to happen.

The moment he finds the Holy Son of Tyrant, it will be the moment when he reverses the outcome and makes Sigrid regret for the rest of her life!

In the Death Arena, Askesan's body was constantly flashing with rich gray magic power, condensed into sealing runes. Under his control, he switched from offensive to defensive counterattack, resisting the siege of the three demons as much as possible.

However, the fighting methods of the three demons were extremely cunning and cruel. They were like predators in the darkness, launching surprise attacks on Askosan from all angles.

The solid barrier of the barrier demon, the sharp blade that cuts the demon, and the endless darkness of the abyss demon. Every round of organized and disciplined offensive consumes Askesan's physical strength and mana.

They are obviously living beings, not summons!

The summons had already come to fight him desperately.

And these three demons didn't want to trade their lives at all, they just wanted to consume him to death without any injuries.

What a pity this is a bad move!

The battle continued, and the barrier was filled with thick gunpowder smoke and sporadic firelight like a foundry. Asksan's body was scarred, but his eyes were burning with fire.

After several confrontations, Asksan suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing technique, and several sealing circles instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disc-shaped barrier.

When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on the barrier react like living creatures, absorbing and transforming these attacks, and reflecting them back to the demons.

The reflective power of the barrier was extremely powerful, and even the three demons felt wary. Rather than forcefully breaking it, it might be better to wait for the barrier to naturally weaken and fail.

Under the command of the central demon, the three demons' offensive turned to preparation and control, and was no longer as wild and unruly as before.

At this point, this desperate battle has already reached a fever pitch, and every collision between the two sides may determine the outcome in the next moment.

This was the key defensive sealing technique that Askosan finally used. It only bought him a few seconds to concentrate on the sidelines.

His clone, who was left on the seat of the Archpriest of Annihilation outside the arena, had a frown on his face.

its not right.

Why can't any of the seats in the southern and Batian branches on the opposite side match the magic frequency?

Those in the east were also screened. Because the nobles and congressmen in the east sat far away, there were very few suspects.

Could it be that that guy is actually hiding in the northern seat?

And vaguely.

Asksan always felt that the Holy Son of Tyrant was closer to him than he imagined.

It feels like I have an itch on my body, but I can't quite pinpoint where it is. Every time I scratch it, it's in a slightly different position, as if the position is completely reversed.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became, causing Askosang's clone's arms to tremble a little.

at this time.

Askesan's clone felt a magical aura, as if it were a silk thread attached to his body.

The frequency of this magic power is exactly what he is looking for, the Holy Son of Tyrant!

For the weak, even if they just cast their eyes on the strong, there will be fluctuations in magic power, and they will be counter-detected by the strong.

An eighth-level mage like Asksan, who is extremely sensitive to magic power, can instantly detect the subtle changes in magic power just now——

Just like the Holy Son of Tyrant, for some reason at this moment, he took the initiative to observe himself!

Good guy, you actually dare to throw yourself into a trap, right? !

Although he didn’t know the purpose of the Tyrant Son to explore himself at this moment, Askosang was convinced that only he could feel the rough and immature magic power fluctuations, and the other party was not aware of it at all - this secret observation, Asksan has noticed it!

The Holy Son of Tyrant is right behind him.

Finally, I found you!

Askosang laughed ferociously, and the cruel smile on his lips was the expression of a hunter who discovered the weakness of his prey.

He turned his head slowly.

He found a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him.

Those confused and concerned eyes seemed to be asking, Sir, are you feeling unwell?

this moment.

Asksan's clone's eyes widened.

Because the person he saw was——

Rocky McCarthy! !