My queen is rebelling!

Sixth one!

Watching the battered and bruised Tier 3 [Arcane Knight] being carried off the field, the audience in the stands exchanged glances filled with the same shock and disbelief.

Was this a Tier 1 versus Tier 3 battle?

Who exactly was Tier 1?

And who was Tier 3?

So, cross-tier battles were this easy for geniuses, and the levels of the extraordinary sequence could be so easily broken.

No opponent could withstand Cohen's endless stream of dazzling weapons.

Whether it was a close-quarters longsword, hand axe, or iron hammer, or a ranged light crossbow, longbow, or net, he wielded each weapon with ease.

Not only that, but opponents also had to worry about crossbow bolts turning into strangling steel cables, and defensive shields turning into charging dragon lances.

Those with weaker wills fared even worse, having their weapons snatched away and forced to fight a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex with a massive arsenal empty-handed.

The crowd simply couldn't believe that a sixteen-year-old boy could master so many different types of weapons to such a proficient degree.

Raymond was dumbfounded; he felt that the words he had said to Cohen yesterday were a complete slap in his own face.

This wasn't just gold for paving floors; this was the most dazzling pearl on the Empress's crown.

Even Her Majesty the Empress didn't have such terrifying combat power when she was young.

If Cohen hadn't been concealing his aura, he would have suspected that the War God's test pillar was malfunctioning; was this kid really a Bronze Tier?

If he were allowed to continue growing, who could stop him?

"He can't be allowed to continue growing!"

In the second-floor box, Theodore's eyes flashed with a chilling resolve.

Since they were destined to be enemies, the danger had to be nipped in the bud.

Nefertis was crucial to the Dupont family's thousand-year plan, and all obstacles had to be cleared!

His years of experience in officialdom had taught him one thing: either don't do it, or do it thoroughly.

Theodore had originally thought that giving the opponent a huge blow today would easily subdue him, but Theodore had completely underestimated his strength.

The Tier 3 peak [Arcane Knight] who was carried off the field was the opponent he had carefully prepared for Cohen.

He hadn't expected that he wouldn't be able to stop him at all!

Fortunately, he still had a backup plan.

It was originally a backup plan reserved out of habit, but he didn't expect to actually use it.

Theodore's stern gaze turned to the "Pale Wings" on the first floor and the boxes of the cabinet ministers!

When things came to a head, there was no room for soft-heartedness.

Even if he could summon gods, even if he was valued by the "Pale Wings" and the cabinet, all of this was based on the fact that he was still alive.

No matter how powerful a genius was, he was nothing when dead.

He didn't believe that the "Pale Wings" would openly confront the Effien aristocratic families for the sake of a dead genius.

He was also certain that those old guys in the cabinet wouldn't fall out over this.

They might even be happy to see it happen; he had received a message earlier and already knew everything that had happened in the cabinet box.

Borgus felt the suffocating killing intent suddenly released from his uncle, and didn't dare to breathe a word.

He vaguely felt that his uncle was going too far.

His family didn't seem to have reached the point of life-and-death with this "Lord of Shadows"!

How could a noble young master who only knew how to compete for favor and indulge in pleasure know about the major events that the family was planning and plotting?

From the moment the Dupont surname began to circulate in the world, political speculation and risk investment were firmly embedded in the blood of this surname.

Whether it was spending the family fortune to support the king's southern expedition three hundred years ago, or investing in the Lord High Justice and the knight commander of the Extraordinary Arena today, every step of the Dupont family was speculation.

Now, anyone with eyes could see that the Effien royal family was in turmoil, and the shrewd Dupont family could not sit idly by.

For others, national unrest and political upheaval might be a catastrophe, but for the Dupont family, it was a godsend opportunity to ride the wind.

From the time of the late king's death, the keen-minded Dupont family had already begun planning, and this psychic lady was a crucial link.

Theodore's cold voice exploded in Borgus's ears:

"Give me your communication stone. Also, from now on, don't leave the box!"

Borgus was terrified, and he had no doubt that if he dared to leak any information, his uncle would become ruthless and attack him.

The Dupont family had more than just him, Borgus, as an heir!

......

The last contestant was an ordinary-looking gray-robed man.

For some reason, when Cohen saw him, a faint sense of crisis lingered in his heart.

The man smiled slightly at Cohen and took out a tattered diary from his arms.

The man slowly opened a page, and obscure and eerie incantations, like ghostly whispers in the darkness, slowly emanated from his mouth.

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Immediately afterwards, a thick dark aura rolled out from the diary, and evil energy began to surge in the air.

The sound dissipated, the arena trembled, the soil cracked, and thick, greasy tentacles seemed to hear the call and burst out from the ground.

The surface of the tentacles was covered with twisted blue veins and disgusting mucus, and they twisted wantonly, carrying a creepy vitality.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, a forbidden profession gradually emerged in Cohen's mind.

Warlock!

An extraordinary profession that obtains power by forming contracts with powerful creatures from other realms!

Judging from the summoned tentacles and the way of casting spells, the other party was obviously a warlock who had signed a "Book Pact" with the "Outer God"!

Raymond, on the platform not far away, frowned slightly and said to the staff around him:

"The last contestant arranged was a warlock?"

The staff seemed to be fixed by an invisible force, his lips slightly open:

"How is that possible? I arranged a Tier 3 peak [Bard]!"

Raymond's tone suddenly became stern:

"Bring me his information!"

Raymond looked at the face on the arena that was exactly the same as the one in the information in his hand, and his brows were tightly furrowed:

"He concealed his profession?"

The staff shook his head firmly:

"Impossible, I have seen his previous matches, this person is clearly a [Bard].

He is the leader of an underground gang in Florence, and many people know him, so there can be no mistake."

On the arena, Cohen looked solemn.

Although the extraordinary profession of warlock is not officially prohibited, many practitioners act in a low-key manner due to its excessively violent and cruel cultivation methods, and few would dare to step onto the arena openly in front of so many people like the other party.

The unease in Cohen's heart grew stronger.

The warlock's eerie voice rang in Cohen's ears:

"Mortal, the great [Bound God] Sarizdun sends you greetings!"

A chill gathered in Cohen's eyes. How could warlocks with [Bound God] Sarizdun as their patriarch appear in the War God's dojo?

Was Raymond crazy?

Of the evil gods that the War God Ares hated the most, the Bound God Sarizdun was the first to bear the brunt.

At least three popes of the War God's Church died at the hands of Sarizdun.

That's not right!

This person is being controlled!

A forbidden spell suddenly appeared in Cohen's mind—

Spirit Binding Curse!