"He's my partner in this fight!"

When Ioleo's voice resounded through the Colosseum, the entire Colosseum was in an uproar.

The battle for the throne is a one-on-one duel, when will you be able to find a helper?Ioleo's move clearly broke the rules, no wonder the orcs in the audience were excited.

Freud's face sank, and he said, "What do you mean, Iorio, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I will immediately disqualify you from the election!

"Is Iorio crazy? Although Mugot has already stepped into the Silver Saint Rank realm with half a foot, and Iorio has only just entered the Bronze Rank realm, but under the full battle, Iorio is not without defeating Mugot and making a miracle possible! How can he find a helper? Does he know that he can't beat Mugot, and use this method of obviously breaking the rules to deliberately disqualify himself from competing for the throne and save his life? But in this way, his reputation will be completely ruined, how could he, who is smart and wise, use such a stupid trick? On the podium, the last member of the seat was the Boer Minotaur Sword Saint Kane Yanhoi muttered to himself with a confused expression, not guessing Iorio's thoughts.

"By the way, who is that Munk monkey man? He blocked Ares's blow so easily, when did such a Holy Rank powerhouse appear in the Empire? Do any of you know him?" asked Flamehoof looking back at the several Sword Saints and Paladins sitting behind him. As a result, everyone shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen the monkey man.

Just when Yan Hoof was curious, a thunderous roar came from the Grand Colosseum, and the sound of this roar was so loud that it shook the entire Colosseum as if it were trembling.

"God, Beamon Behemoth, it's Beamon Behemoth!"

"Behold, its fur is silver, and it is a Beamon Behemoth of the Silver Holy Order!"

When the monkey-man's rickety body in the Colosseum suddenly rose and swelled, and finally turned into a behemoth that stood up and was more than thirty meters tall, the entire Colosseum was a sensation. In the audience, countless orcs burst into tears, excited to be able to see the auspicious beast of the orc belief - the Beamon giant beast in their lifetime. You must know that one of the three riding pets under the throne of the legendary God of War is a golden god-level Beamon giant beast. Therefore, the significance of the Beamon Behemoth to the Orcs is obvious, as can be seen from the name of the empire 'Beamon'.

When the human-standing Beamon Behemoth came to Iorio's side, bowed down, and Iorio then jumped on top of the Behemoth's head, the emotions of the orcs in the Colosseum instantly climbed to the top.

"I didn't look dazzled, did I'm the beast that surrendered to Iorio!"

"They must have signed a soul pact between them, and Iolio has subdued a Beamon Beast!

"Since the Great War of the Self-Proclaimed Demons, no more God of War knights have appeared, and the Beamon Behemoth Knight has in fact become the most noble and powerful knight symbol among our orcs. In addition to the Empire's founding emperor, Grom Warcry, and Gultug Renksa the Great, who had an expedition against the Sea Clan, this is the third Beamon Behemoth Knight to be produced by the Empire in the millennium......"

"Iorio~!Iorio~!Iorio~!"

The orcs thundered with joy and shouted to Ioleo with their sincerest shouts, as if he had been crowned emperor at this moment!

Listening to the tsunami-like cheers of the landslide around him, Mugot's grip on the double-edged battle axe trembled uncontrollably. He was furious, and he couldn't understand why, why an incredibly arrogant Beamon beast would choose Ioleo as the master. According to the rules of the battle for the throne, the war pet and the demon pet are not counted as the external force of the duel, just like a sword master and a paladin fight, the paladin's mount must also exert combat power. On the mainland, the dragon knight is recognized as the strongest of all professions, and that is because the knight who has reached the holy rank himself and the dragon who is also a holy rank are viewed as a whole, rather than being treated separately.

Mugoth knew that now facing the combination of a Silver Saint-Rank Demonic Beast and a Bronze Saint-Rank powerhouse, he would have no chance of winning.

However, as a contender for the throne, in order to maintain the dignity he deserves, he has to fight to the death.

With a roar, Mugot picked up his double-edged battle axe and rushed towards the massive beast that stood in front of him like a hill and the knight who stood above the beast's head and looked down at him with haughty eyes.

On the totem pole, Freud, who had asked Iorio to give a satisfactory explanation, let out a soft sigh, looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, and said no more.

This battle for the throne is no longer suspenseful. The head of the Electoral College did not pay any more attention to it, but cast his dim and cloudy gaze to the far north of the empire. Thousands of miles away in the direction of his gaze, there is a snowy peak that reaches into the sky and pierces the sky, and on the top of that snowy peak, there is a straight stone tower as high as a thousand feet. This stone tower is the closest place to the abode of the gods in orc legend - the Tower of Babel.

"Zulian, it's been six years since you entered the Tower of Babel, is it so difficult for a peerless genius like you to step into that step?" the old man muttered to himself.

As Mugoth battled with Iorio and the Behemoth of Beamon, a werewolf child was staring intently at the two sides of the Colosseum on the main podium of the Colosseum, beside the wolf-led Overseer of the Empire's four Great Overseers, uneven noticing his father, the Wolf-Led Overseer, who touched his head lovingly.

When a bloody arrow unleashed, Mugoth was hit hard by the combination of Ioleo and Beamon, and let out a terrible roar that woke the werewolf child from his concentration on the battle, only to realize that his father's hand was touching his head.

"Father, Uncle Iorio is going to win, he's your best friend, and you want him to be Emperor of the Empire, right?" asked the werewolf kid cheerfully with big bright eyes.

The wolf-headed overseer was stunned for a moment, looked down at his son, and only opened his mouth after a moment, "Yes." ”

After answering his son, the wolf-headed overseer turned his gaze to the Colosseum. When the majestic and upright figure fell into his eyes again, the gaze of the wolf-headed overseer suddenly became extremely complicated. He silently asked in his heart: "If you are the emperor, can the friendship between us really be the same as it was at the beginning?"

At this moment, in the arena, Mugot was already covered in blood, and the original bright fighting spirit on his body had dimmed a lot. He knelt on one knee and held the ground with the handle of his tomahawk, barely holding his body down.

"Mugot, you're defeated!" said Ioleo coldly, pointing his sword at his opponent. On the edge of the heavy sword in his hand, the fighting spirit was uncertain, and under the strong traction, it was not released. He was gathering the strength of his whole body, ready to deliver the final blow.

Behind Iorio, the Behemoth Beamon suddenly stood up, its muscles tense, its silver hair standing upside down like steel needles, pounding its chest with its fists, and roaring wildly at the sky.

It was a declaration of imminent victory!

"Iorio, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" Mugot roared and struggled to his feet, and with all his strength, he swung his tomahawk and rushed towards Iorio.

"Come, Mugoth, the Emperor of Beamon, will be born at this moment!" Ioleo roared, and the heavy sword stepped back, the tip of the sword touching the ground, and his hands dragged the heavy sword diagonally, bringing a long spark on the ground as he charged at the Mugoth.

At the moment when the two of them staggered, a pillar of blood rose into the sky, and Mugot's huge head tumbled and fell to the ground, and his majestic and fat headless body also fell with a bang.

When Iolio walked up to Mugot's head, grabbed it, and held it high above his head, the entire arena suddenly resounded with the sound of a mountain shouting long live. The eight holy shamans standing high on the totem pole also put their left hands behind their waists at this moment, and their right hands on their chests, and bowed respectfully to Iorio in the Colosseum. As the highest attendant of the god of war in the world, and have the authority to interpret the code of the god of war and choose the rights of the god of war to represent in the world, the holy shamans used their etiquette to approve the birth of the new emperor Beamon.

Amid the earth-shattering cheers, on the podium of the Grand Gladiator's Guest of Honor, the werewolf child of the Wolf Leader Overseer's family looked at the majestic figure that stood proudly like a god of war with a look of adoration, and suddenly thought in his heart: "One day in the future, will I be able to stand there?"