I Inherited Empire with Fake Pregnancy

The martial arts competition held every three years, as large as all forces, as small as an ordinary citizen, is very concerned.

Especially this time this year.

Because just the day before the start of the martial arts competition, Major General Eugene, the son of the old marshal Hobby of the First Military District, was upgraded to the eighth rank.

Eugene replaced Raymond and became the youngest Tier 8 orc in the history of the orc empire.

After Eugene was upgraded to Tier 8, even though the soldiers of the First Military Region had a lot of criticism about Eugene's arrogant and arrogant nature, they could not conceal the light of Tier 8 at the moment.

The first round of the competition is about to begin, and the top leaders of the major military regions have already taken their seats on the judges' bench.

Old Marshal Hobby talked and laughed in a low voice with the other two old marshals, and there was a hearty laughter from time to time, indicating the incomparable good mood of the master.

Raymond was the last to enter the arena. He arranged the golden snails in the VIP box on the second floor. There was a holographic screen installed there, allowing you to view the panorama of the battlefield at 360 degrees without a dead angle.

Raymond took the seat of the judges and first said "Congratulations" to Old Marshal Hobby.

Hobby laughed and said: "Eugene is only at the eighth level, and he is still a long way from you. I hope he can reach the ninth level at your age."

This incompetent son finally gained a sigh of relief. In the old Hobby's tone, he was also proud and gratified.

Raymond smiled faintly and nodded.

The rules of the game are drawn randomly and duel against each other. However, all the generals participating in the competition use numbers, and whoever is drawn is whoever is drawn.

If a player is unfortunately played against a player who is one rank higher than himself, he can only consider himself unlucky.

Before the start of the competition, each group of contestants must go through instrumental testing and other levels.

The battle with Eugene was a seventh-tier intermediate general of the Fourth Military Region. After the two of them tested, Eugene glanced at each other obliquely, and said arrogantly: "Take out all your fighting skills from the bottom of the box, maybe you can still Play with me for a few more seconds."

Eugene was upgraded to the eighth rank at such a young age. The general of the four districts was quite admired, but Eugene was so contemptuous that he suddenly became angry.

The general said angrily: "The level of the rank is not the only criterion for judging the strength of the orcs. How many rank 7 orcs was defeated by Major General Moses at the level of the sixth intermediate level?!"

Eugene sneered, "Hahaha, the Major General Moses in your mouth has already run away with energy and become a useless person. I don't know which horn is now lingering."

Major General Moses is the best senior in their Fourth Military District. Today, the whole army is learning her combat skills.

But Eugene spoke slanderous words at this time, leading the young general to death.

In a VIP box on the second floor, Eugene's mother, Heller, and Duke Nolan sat in front of the holographic screen, watching all the dynamics in the field.

Heller frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Eugene's performance, "Is Eugene too proud?"

Eugene's mother glared at Heller dissatisfiedly, staring at her son's arrogant and arrogant expression in the holographic screen, her eyes filled with unstoppable pride, "He has that capital."

"Hahahaha, yes, yes! Eugene is the youngest Tier 8 orc in the history of the empire." Duke Nolan slapped his thigh, laughed and praised, "It's worthy of being half the blood of our Nolan family."

Eugene's mother curled her lips, and she was proud of her expression.

Heller rolled his fox eyes and said, "Auntie, Eugene is now Tier 8, and my uncle is old. It's time to hand over the power of the First Military Region to Eugene."

Eugene's mother frowned, "Hobby is only one hundred and fifty-seven this year. He has a strong body and will have no problem living for another fifty years."

Heller said: "Auntie, the First Military Region must be in our hands to rest assured."

"Heller is right, sister, you are from the Nolan family, and you are bleeding from the Nolan family. Don't turn to an outsider." Duke Nolan said.

What Eugene's mother said to her brother felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and nodded.

In the field, Eugene had entered the battlefield with the generals of the four districts.

Energy diaphragms are installed around the arena to prevent players from flying around in the course of the game and accidentally injuring spectators in the arena.

The energy diaphragm opened, the referee pressed the whistle, and the game officially started.

The players in the fourth zone immediately transformed into a huge leopard.

Eugene was still in human form, and he smiled contemptuously at the leopard: "I can easily defeat you in human form."

The leopard roared, kicked with four claws, and flew towards Eugene.

Eugene used level suppression, the leopard's figure stagnated in mid-air, fell to the ground, and her body trembled.

The fear of higher ranks is an instinctive reaction of the orcs, but the generals are all rigorously trained, and they can generally overcome the instinctive fear of only the first rank gap.

The leopard walked back and forth two laps in the field, and then pounced at Eugene at the right time.

Eugene was also cautious at this time, the strength of the eighth rank was not as strong as he thought. He originally thought that he only needed level suppression to make the opponent fall on the ground.

As soon as the leopard pounced, Eugene transformed into a big white tiger.

The words that Eugene said just now were not heard by the people on the sidelines, and it was natural for him to transform into a beast form now.

However, a few people who were familiar with Eugene's animal form showed a slightly puzzled look.

After Eugene upgraded to Tier 8, why did the beast look almost the same size as before?

The animal form of the orc will follow to increase according to the level of promotion, such as Raymond.

When Raymond was at the eighth level, his body length was a little over 27 meters, and at the ninth level, his body length had reached more than 33 meters.

The old Marshal Hobby, who was on the board of judges, looked at the fierce fighting in the court, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

He himself is also a Tier 8 orc, and the gap between Tier 8 and Tier 7 is not even a half star. Logically, Eugene's battle against Tier 7 Intermediate Orcs should be an overwhelming uniform.

But the two beasts in the field have been fighting for five or six minutes, and they have not yet decided the outcome. It can only be seen that Eugene is slightly better.

Raymond said in a timely manner: "I don't think Eugene is doing his best."

Now that Derrick hasn't played, old Marshal Hobby can't let Old Marshal Hobby find out early.

Hobby lifted his brows when he heard the words, and said with a smile, "This kid."

This kid also knows how to save face for his opponents. Although doing so is even more contempt for his opponents, he can defeat the opponent's psychology even more on the battlefield.

The marshal Moncher of the Fourth Military Region was a female and the only female orc of Tier 8 in the empire.

She had seen her generals playing at the same level as Eugene's eighth-level junior at the level of the seventh-level intermediate, and she was proud of it, and heard Raymond say such a sentence.

She said: "That's not necessarily true, I think Eugene works hard."

Old Hobby was a little unhappy when he heard it.

A Tier 8 orc against a Tier 7 intermediate orc, with all his strength to fight like this?

It was too embarrassing, he would rather believe that Eugene hadn't tried his best.

At this time in the field, Eugene had already threw down the leopard and bit on the leopard's neck severely.

The leopard raised its big paw, one paw lined up on the white tiger's eye.

Bai Hu bit his mouth tightly, Cheetah shook his head frantically, bright red liquid oozing from his fur.

The referee pressed the alarm bell in time, but Bai Hu still did not let go.

Seeing that the leopard's life was slowly passing by, the marshal of the Fourth Military Region Monchel was anxious, pointing at Eugene and cursing: "Damn, Eugene, this bastard, this is against the rules!"

Hobby stared at the scene on the court and frowned slightly. He also felt that Eugene had passed, but that was his son after all, and Monchel had just ridiculed Eugene's strength.

Hobby said: "Monchell stay calm, and it is normal for casualties in the fighting competition."

The referee had opened the energy membrane, several guards ran up quickly, forcibly pulled the white tiger away, and immediately carried the leopard who had passed out for treatment.

"The blood is almost dry, is this **** normal?!" Marshal Monchel yelled violently.

This is just a discussion between several military commanders, and Eugene looked like he was taking the command of that general.

The two old marshals quarreled over this, and Marshal Harry of the Second Military District was the peacemaker in the middle, and Raymond said nothing.

Eugene's performance just now was obviously so angry that he lost his mind. It is estimated that he did not expect to be at the level of the eighth level, and almost tied with the seventh-level intermediate.

The general was not life-threatening after first aid, but Marshal Monchel was still very upset.

After Eugene turned into a human form, he came down from the arena and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

He was holding an eye socket that was slapped black by a leopard's paw, and his face still had that arrogant expression, as if he had just hit particularly relaxed.

Eugene sat on a special seat for contestants in the First Military Region, with his legs placed on the footrests paved with silk and satin.

Several soldiers from the First Military District were busy working as masseurs, carefully massaging the muscles of Eugene's shoulders, arms, and legs.

Jin Suo was in the VIP box on the second floor, eating sweet fruit while watching the scene on the court.

I don't know when Derrick will be on the court, but don't wait until the Eugene energy core explodes.

He was wondering whether to ask Raymond, when he heard the host's voice on the radio announce the list of the next match: Player 107 vs. Player 312.

The first number of a player's brand represents which military district the player belongs to.

No. 107 is Eugene's brand, and No. 312, no matter who is from the Third Military District, Derrick will go up with this brand.

Eugene was a little bit irritable at this time. He thought he only had one game today. Why did he go up again as soon as he got off?

There was a mania in his chest that he wanted to erupt. He kicked a soldier who was massaging his legs and glanced hard at the players area of ​​the Third Military Region.

In the third military district player area, an extremely ordinary player stood up, gestured to Eugene slightly, and then walked toward the arena.

The player is tall, with a straight back, but a little thin, just like a long sick and skinny sick seedling.

Seeing such a weak opponent, Eugene suddenly stopped being irritable.

He can basically recognize the generals above the seventh rank of the third military region, but he has never seen the player just now.

It is estimated that he was newly promoted, and his strength should be less than Tier 7.

Eugene moved his neck to the left and right, and stepped onto the battlefield confidently.

Raymond knew that Derrick was the player in this three-zone just now, but why could he feel the weak energy fluctuations from Derrick?

For the ninth level of Derrick, if the energy does not converge, the energy fluctuations that are invisibly emanating from the body are also very strong.

But at this time, Derrick's energy fluctuated as if he was just a low-level orc.

Raymond was puzzled, and he had to ask Derrick when he was done thinking about it.

In the arena, Eugene looked at his opponent, felt the weak energy fluctuations from him, and sneered: "What's the matter with Raymond? How can anyone who is a cat or a dog be mentioned as a general?"

Derrick was indifferent to Eugene's provocation, and he did not speak.

The energy diaphragm opened, and the referee sounded the whistle to start the game.

Eugene licked his cheeks and looked up and down his opponent contemptuously, "Or do you have no strong players in the Third Military Region? Need a weaker like you to come up to charge?"

Derrick raised one hand slowly and raised his **** towards Eugene.

While eating fresh fruits, he stared at the golden snail on the holographic screen: "..."

He felt that Derrick was quite stable in the old town, but he didn't expect to have such a second-degree side.