I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 233 Unable to resist

The red-robed mage kept hearing questions from everyone. He stared at Lancelot in the center of the arena with a very complicated expression.

He once warned Lancelot not to use magic, and also warned not to expose the existence of the Black Thorn Spear easily.

It seems that Bolton has forced Lancelot to a dead end.

"Lord Harvey, Lancelot violated the rules of the game." A charming voice sounded in the red-robed mage's ears. Although the voice was not loud, it was extremely clear under the influence of magic.

"Strictly speaking, space magic has no lethality. Let the game continue." Although the red-robed mage did not speak, he had already given orders to Gloria through telepathy.

Harvey chose to ignore the questions from the surrounding nobles, as he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble for himself.

"Is this the Blackthorn Spear?"

Bolton, who was repulsed, froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the silver spear.

The berserker seemed to realize something. He slowly turned his head to look at the war hammer in his hand, and found that a groove as deep as ten centimeters had appeared where it collided with the Black Thorn Spear.

The dark cyan warhammer in Bolton's hand was made by the most skilled craftsmen in the Pislan Kingdom. It is a weapon of epic rarity.

Being able to cause such great trauma to it proves that the rarity of the weapon in Lancelot's hand is legendary, or even higher!

"Hiss." Lancelot took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

With the help of the Black Thorn Spear in his hand, he stood up with difficulty, his broken ribs aching in his chest.

Lancelot had a painful expression on his face, mostly due to his injured body. In order to save his life, he had to take out the Black Thorn Spear from the space crack.

【Damn, what should I do next?】

Lancelot was thinking rapidly in his mind about how to save his life. It was obvious that he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation. He could only rely on his brain to win.

It was clear that space magic was used just now, but no so-called referee came forward to stop the game. This made the boy very puzzled.

[Is it possible that space magic is allowed to be used?]

"That's right, Bolton, this is the Spear of Black Thorn. You have no chance of winning." After Lancelot finished speaking, he swallowed, because there was a strong smell of blood in his injured mouth, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

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"Oh?" Bolton looked at Lancelot doubtfully after hearing the words. It was obvious that the other party was just trying to hold on, and his frightened expression immediately turned into disdain: "So, to kill you, the Black Thorn Spear is

It’s mine.”

Bolton roared as he spoke, then rushed towards Lancelot with the incomplete war hammer in his hand.

Lancelot watched helplessly as the two-meter-tall body got closer and closer. His expression was unusually calm, and he seemed to have no intention of avoiding it.

"Why is this guy standing still?"

"It's probably useless."

"Why am I so confused that I put gold coins on this loser!"

The audience on the stage had also recovered from the shock just now. After witnessing this scene in the arena, almost everyone thought that the battle was decided.

"Er!" Just when the giant hammer was about to hit Lancelot's head, the boy shouted out the space magic spell quickly and loudly.

I saw a flash of white light, and a huge dark crack appeared between Burton and Lancelot.

"Damn, what is this?!"

Seeing this scene, Bolton subconsciously wanted to take back his hands, but then it was too late.

The dark blue giant hammer instantly sank into the bottomless black space crack, and Bolton felt an unprecedented huge suction coming from his hands.

The space crack pulled his whole body into the alien space, and Bolton decisively let go of his hand. He didn't want to be sucked into that hellish place.

"Ah, ah!"

However, in the blink of an eye, the giant hammer was completely annihilated in the darkness. Bolton stepped back out of survival instinct, letting out a hoarse cry, obviously frightened.

While in the Frost Forest, Lancelot used space magic to break the magic circle that trapped Lilith. It was not difficult to suck in a hammer.

So Lancelot repeated his old trick and sucked Bolton's weapon into the space crack. If the Berserker's reaction was slower for one second, he would leave this beautiful world in an instant.

Leo on the stage heard Bolton's shout and couldn't help but stand up from his position.

"Hey, bastard, you're blocking me."

Leo, who was wearing a black mage robe, turned his head and looked at the angry brown-haired man behind him with extremely gloomy eyes.

"If you don't want to die, just shut up."

"Uh." When the man saw the murderous look in Leo's eyes, his anger suddenly turned into fear, and he lowered his head like a dead eggplant.

"No, if you continue like this, Bolton will be killed!"

Leo said to himself that he did not expect that the gladiatorial arena did not prohibit contestants from using space magic, nor did he expect that Bolton and Lancelot would each surrender their life-saving "Fatal Ignorance" as soon as the fight started.

The nobles under the blue tent had expressions of surprise on their faces. They didn't expect that space magic could be used in this way. Now that Bolton has no weapons, the outcome is decided.

"Surrender, Bolton." Lancelot held the Black Thorn Spear tightly in his right hand and pointed the tip of the spear at the desperate berserker: "You should know that you have no chance of winning."

Bolton took a deep breath, and the Black Thorn Spear in front of him emitted a cold silver light.

Of course he knew that it was impossible to win this game with bare hands, but his faith did not allow him to do so, even if he saw that Lancelot's proposal of surrender was well-intentioned.

"Sorry, Lancelot, I can't lose this game."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bolton exerted his strength with his legs, and his huge figure rushed towards Lancelot.

The boy's face froze slightly, his whole body sank for half a minute, and he held the gun in both hands in a fighting posture.

Bolton's attack speed was not as fast as his own. After the Berserker's body entered within two meters of Lancelot, the opponent's movements became slower due to the effect of mental power.

"hiss!"

There was a sound of skin being torn, and the Black Thorn Spear cut through Bolton's right abdomen, and gurgling blood gushes out from the wound.

"Ahhh!" Bolton howled like a slaughtering pig, covering the bleeding wound with a painful expression. If Lancelot hadn't been merciful, the tip of the spear would have cut the berserker's throat.

"Give you one last chance, otherwise I will kill you."

Lancelot turned around and looked at Burton, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes calm.

The silver spear tip instantly absorbed Bolton's blood, and Lancelot's white robe was stained red.

Bolton's back was turned to Lancelot. He was breathing heavily, and there was no color on his pale face.

The Black Thorn Spear caused permanent trauma to the Berserker, and quickly ate away at the intact flesh and blood, and the wound continued to expand!

"Damn."

(End of chapter)