"Bang! bang!"

Looking at the impregnable basement door in front of him, Jem Watts' brow couldn't help but furrow.

At this time, after a not very strong battle, they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and they had already cleared out all the cultists on the periphery of the Colosseum, and discovered the basement under them.

And this metal door, which is made of special metal, has become the biggest problem in front of them.

Due to the narrow terrain and the fact that it is more than 10 meters underground, too many people will get in the way.

Even if you arrange for several great knights to smash it with all their might, they can't do any damage to it.

Except for a little dust falling from the crack of the door, not even a dent appeared.

Judging by the sound of the hammer striking, the thickness of this metal door is probably close to ten centimeters, and it is almost impossible to open it in a violent way.

After thinking about it, looking at the dust that was shaken up on the ground, he suddenly thought that since it couldn't be broken, could he just remove it?

So he hurriedly ordered the great knights to replace the hammers, and instead use crowbars and hoes to break the stone bricks along the cracks of the iron gates, and loosen the earth on both sides......

Looking at the dust that was constantly rising, Charles glanced at the crowd behind him, and whispered to Jem Watts with some concern: "We are now more than ten meters underground, are you sure that this will not cause the tunnel to collapse and bury us all alive?"

Jem, who had not yet realized this problem, immediately took a light breath, shook his head and said in a low voice: "...... Not sure, but this is the only way, and I can't think of a way to get into it in a short time, so I can only hope that when this basement is built, the other side will do a good job of preventing collapse. ”

"Damn!"

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I don't know if it was because the basement was repaired well, or because of the luck of Jem and others.

Until the gate was completely opened, the tunnel was dusty and Jem Woz's heart was pounding, but there were no major cracks, and it was still very stable.

Jem Watts and Charles were reassured, and silently praised their reliability.

Opening the secret door, they walked some distance further, and with the sound of chanting unknown incantations, a large and large open room entered their eyes.

The most conspicuous of them was a huge altar surrounded by dozens of black-robed people.

There was countless blood flowing on it at this time, and at least hundreds of corpses were placed in the center at a glance, judging from the appearance and clothing of the corpses, they should be the slaves who should have been held in the Colosseum.

Their original fate was supposed to die in a duel in the future, but now they have all advanced.

Wounds were all over their throats.

Judging by the signs of struggle around them, they should all have been alive when they were bloodletting.

Jem Watts didn't pay much attention to the corpses, but looked at someone standing on them, and asked, "My dear uncle, why are you doing such a thing?"

The other party's appearance and dress are not disguised in any way, and they do not cover their faces like other people.

And that man was none other than his own uncle, Richard Watts, a royal man of great prestige and ability.

As far as he knows, this person should not have any ambitions, and belongs to the kind of person who is willing to live a peaceful life without fighting or fighting.

He was puzzled: 'Could that be hidden too deeply, and it will be hidden for decades?'

In response to his inquiry, Richard Watts only showed a gentle smile as usual: "Jem, this is my last hope." ”

Looking at the smile on his face, Jem thought of a possibility and asked with a serious expression, "...... Are you doing all this because of Senna?"

The smile on Richard's face disappeared, and he showed a little helplessness: "...... Sure enough, I didn't hide it from you.

You know, my daughter Sena has been born with the same frail and sickly body as her mother due to genetic and bloodline problems, I have tried all the methods to cure her, in the last two years I can even feel that her disease is getting worse and worse, if you don't hurry up and treat, she may not have a few years to live, she is only eleven years old!

I promised her mother that I would make her grow up healthy like an ordinary person, so even if I rely on demons, I will find a way to cure her, this is my responsibility as a father!"

After listening, Jem opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't find anything to say, because he knew that Richard was in a state of ruin now, completely at all costs.

But the identity of the other party still made him say the final persuasion:

"You should know very well that a creature like a demon is not a doctor by any book...... If you give up now, I promise that what is happening now will not have any impact on your life with Xena. ”

"And then, let me see my daughter Senna die?"

Shaking his head slightly, Richard was not moved at all, pointed to the ground that had successfully launched the summoning ritual, looked at Jem calmly, and persuaded him in reverse: "Jem, now that the summoning ritual has begun, you can't stop it from happening, if you leave, I will use the short-term control power given to me by the summoning ritual to make the demon cure Senna, and then expel him to the rest of the countries!"

What do you think of that?"

When Jem Watts heard this, he immediately wanted to say no.

But after thinking about it carefully, I suddenly felt that the other party's words seemed to have some truth, wouldn't it be nice to let the demon go to harm other countries......

A look of hesitation immediately appeared on his face!

This made Safi, who didn't want to interfere in their household affairs, so he didn't speak, and chose to watch quietly, dumbfounded.

He really didn't expect this garbage teammate, between three or two sentences, he didn't persuade others, but was persuaded by others!

This alliance is like a piece of paper!

'If they really want to succeed together, won't our church be the ones who are 2 to 1?'

He hurriedly interjected with a serious expression: "Your Highness Jem, I don't think the demons are such obedient existences, after all, any history book describes them as cruel and crazy, and it is a little too irrational to regard that kind of madman as a target that can be used, how can there be so many demon disasters if it is really so simple?"

As soon as he heard this, Jem immediately thought of Orga, and suddenly there was a feeling that the other party was looking at him, which made his scalp tingle.

The wavering on his face instantly turned into firmness.

That kind of thing is really still a big trouble, and I can't stand any of them, if I really want to shake it around casually, Marton is decisively not far from the country.

So he shook his head and said, "Uncle Richard, the creature of demons is really too dangerous, and the chance of getting out of control is too great. ”

In response to his reply, Richard Watts smiled casually: "That's a pity." ”

In the next second, a miserable white mist filled the altar. A monster about three meters tall, with a sheep's head, a human body, a snake's tail, and black hair all over its body, slowly emerged from it.

"Familiar with the world, I'm back in Carla. ”

Although it was not a familiar language, everyone present understood what he meant.

Looking at the demon in front of him, Jem didn't know if it was an illusion, although he could still sense the strength of the other party, but he didn't feel the powerful despair of Orga from the demon in front of him, which made people feel that they were using the mantis arm as a car.

After comparing the other party with Orga, he came to the conclusion very simply: "This one in front of him is not as strong as Orga. ’

It's not just strength in strength!

Even in appearance and momentum, he is not comparable to Orgar.

Olga's body is the kind of appearance that can make people feel extremely powerful at a glance, and the mere standing there can make people feel terrifying, and the gaze can make a hundred soldiers fearful.

With scarlet golden eyes, curved horns, a strong body, hideous scale armor, and wide wings, anyone who sees his existence can recognize his demonic identity at first glance, which perfectly fits people's imagination of demons, making him more like a fear condensed from fantasy.

The one in front of him is completely different, and if you encounter it in other places, Jem Watts will probably think that he is some other kind of monster.

It wasn't clear that someone was slandering him, but after the sheep-headed demon came out, he took a deep breath of air and whispered with some indulgence: "It's full of the breath of the weak, and it's still my favorite playground." ”

didn't let him indulge for too long, and another smell was also noticed by him, he immediately raised his eyebrows and said very dissatisfied: "Why is there a smell that makes me disgusting." ”

Judging by the taste, it was an old man.

The strength of the other party can only be regarded as a high-level garbage, and Carlla does not take him seriously.

What makes him care is what the other person is carrying.

Baring his teeth, he said with disgust, "Holy objects, and the church of this world? It's as disgusting as a bedbug, are you about to find out that meaningful and righteous speech?"

The next moment, without letting him wait long, a palm-sized badge was touched by Safi: "Demon, exit this world!

Not caring about Safi's nonsense, the sheep-headed demon spat on the ground with a look of disgust: "Disgusting......"

After that thing was touched, he felt that the suppressive power of the world around him had increased greatly, and the strength that had been suppressed seven or eight times out of ten was suppressed again.

In his eyes, these shameless little bugs, whether they were hundreds of years ago or now, always use some boring little means to lower his level, so as to form a group to beat him.

There is no opponent who can really make him face up!

At this moment, although his strength has been lowered to a certain extent, he is not panicked at all.

When he was summoned just now, Richard Watts gave him a lot of sacrifices, as long as he ate the sacrifices, his strength could be restored immediately!

When the time comes, not to mention being able to abuse a few small insects in front of you casually, at least it will be easy to protect yourself.

Thinking of this, he reached out and felt for the position behind him.

The souls of hundreds of sacrifices have been gathered there by him, and they have become soul condensations that can be held at hand, making it convenient for him to eat!

Reach out and grab it.

Didn't catch it!

I'll catch it again!

Still haven't caught it!

Looking at Safi and the others not far away with a puzzled face, not knowing what they were doing, Carla felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked behind him at the empty space.

He was puzzled and thought, 'What about Lao Tzu's sacrifice?'

'What about the big lump of sacrifice?'

Orga, who was lying among the clouds above the Colosseum, stuffed what she had just gotten into her mouth and chewed it twice before she looked back to Safi and the others with satisfaction.

Priest + sorcerer + careerist + a large group of cannon fodder, this kind of brave lineup is really rare, and he is quite looking forward to the follow-up development.