[Bloody Dash]!

Outside the magic array that shone with divine energy, a blood-colored glow appeared at Draven's feet, and the spinning axes in his hands became faster and faster, and the surging air currents rolled up a thin layer of yellow sand.

Draven..... Launch an all-out attack! ”

A hideous smile appeared on his face, and Draven's eyes were fixed on Aiden, and the golden two-winged angel holding the Sword of Judgment in the sky above the circle.

[Spin the Flying Axe]!

Draven held his head high, his feet trampled on the yellow sandy ground, the blood ripples like water, splashing a little red blood, which was the death certificate left by the previous loser.

The next moment.

The extremely fast-spinning flying axe left his hand and slashed at the blade of the Sword of Judgment with lightning speed, and the unrivaled power directly cut through the golden blade.

Phew!

The glowing axe swirled around the stands with a whirling force, causing a burst of cheers, and then sliced through the angel's lifelike left wing with its sharp blade as it went back and forth, landing on Draven's left hand.

Boom!

The faint blood-colored ripples exploded slightly, and Draven held the axe, causing his pace to pause slightly, but his body twisted slightly along the powerful axe, stopping the sluggishness, and a faster speed erupted from under his feet.

Phew!

The second axe was thrown.

Carrying the crimson energy, it slashed towards the head of the two-winged angel, tearing out vacuum-transparent traces along the way.

The golden-red energy collided, like a brilliant firework bursting, and then in Draven's fierce and bloodthirsty smile, the flying axe accurately cut off the angel's head.

"Take the sliding step."

With a deft step, Draven walked towards the landing point of the flying axe that exploded in the air at a strange angle, and the blood-colored energy surged, and his right hand easily grasped the handle of the axe.

"Come again!"

Phew!

The third axe rushed towards the circle.

This time, with the indomitable spirit, he slashed at the core of the sacred circle, plowing and plowing clear axe marks.

Rumble!

Burst!

The magic array was forcibly destroyed and directly collapsed, and the spellcaster Aiden suffered a backlash, a mouthful of blood mixed with golden glow soaked in the yellow sand, rendered in the winter sun.

He looked at Draedne in shock, who was approaching at great speed, forcibly suppressed the restless energy in his body, and devoted himself to the next divine spell that was about to be released.

Because he felt the horror and inexplicability of this guy in front of him.... Fatal hazard.

"Great goddess of wealth, pray that you will bless me, that you will come to me, that you will ....." the rapid pious words resounded in the gladiatorial arena, and the hymns of praise faintly reflected in the noise, clear and eye-catching.

Looking at the situation below, Aiden's desperate situation, many clergy of the Temple of Fortune in the front row of the stands whispered at the same time, and the words of prayer blended together, and a vague figure wearing a crown appeared behind Aiden.

"Stop!"

[Open the way and sharp]!

Seeing this vision, Draven's pace of progress did not stop, his right wrist flicked slightly, and the flying axe wrapped in the wind whistle seemed to enter a no-man's land, forcibly slashing Aiden, and even the vague figure behind him was also smashed.

"Remember my name, Glory to Executioner Dravin."

[Spin the Flying Axe]!

The sharp axe in his left hand came out of his hand, tearing through the air with a little golden light, and pointed directly at Aiden, who was unable to move in mid-air.

In the desperate light, the snow-white axe blade cut into the neck, the bright blood soaked the eyes, and a dull and boundless darkness attacked.

Phew!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The axe embedded itself in the ground, splashing a little yellow sand, and then the big head hit the ground, rolling and falling, throwing sticky blood along the way.

Draven stepped on the headless corpse, the hideous color of his face slightly soothed, and like Darius, he liked the wonderful feeling of a human head being separated from his body, which could make his body and mind extremely pleasant.

Pulling the axe from the ground, Draven turned his head to look to the other side, cracked his mouth and said, "Hey, Mr. Vampire, did you solve it over there?" ”

Baron Abbott.

Oh, and perhaps call him Abbott Ramsden Mokawi, a purebred who infiltrated the city of Irwindale.

He has the same identity as Sigrid, from the Morkawi family of the Hidden Alliance, one of the thirteen clans of the Bloodline.

"Thank you for your leniency, Mr. Prison Director." Abbott bowed slightly, raised his evil face, and the corners of his mouth showed sharp white teeth, and the traces of blood were extremely eye-catching. "The pure blood of these clergymen, I haven't enjoyed it for a long time." As if after sucking the blood, he casually threw away Odus's shriveled body, and the essence of blood had already been drained.

The battered Odus was no match for Abbott at all, and was reduced to blood in the surprise attack.

Abbott silently digested the power in his blood, looked at Draven not far away with a jealous expression, and said, "We shouldn't be enemies, should we?" Sigrid's ability to serve under the lord's command represents the basis for the cooperation between the Mokawi family and the Valoran Lord. ”

The rise of Valoran has attracted the attention of many forces, including the Mokawi family, a vast bloodline force hidden in the dark side of the Stoke Kingdom.

Abbott wanted to meet Sigrid, the family's pawn, without alarming anyone, but he didn't want to be attacked just after leaving Sigrid's residence, and was finally arrested and imprisoned in a dark prison until he came out as a gladiator to this day.

He was amazed by the strength of the Valoran Territory, and he was also surprised by Sigrid, a pawn that the family had never looked at, and seemed to have a good position in the Valoran Territory.

"You should think about how to get out of here." Draven never cared about anything else in Valoran's Lordship, which was in the minds of Lord Lord and Lord Svein, who only cared about his prison and the upcoming Liquidator program.

"From under my axe."

Abbott looked at Draven, who was not affected by the words in the slightest, and said in a condensed voice: "What I represent behind me is the Mokawi family of the Hidden Alliance, Prison Master, are you sure you want to do it?" ”

The thick smell of blood filled the air, Abbott's eyes turned red, and the muscles under his prison uniform bulged faintly, stretching his shirt.

"I've slaughtered even the Judgment Knights of the Temple of Fortune, so what about one more vampire?" Draven sneered, and the axe in his hands spun at great speed, setting off gusts of air.

"Ha, I'm not like them!" With his right hand in front of his chest, Abbott bowed slightly, his mouth open, his sharp teeth glittering seductively.

Sting!

At the shoulder blades of the back, a pair of pitch-black wings spread, and the winter sun shone brightly, and the pulsating red veins were clearly visible, and the pale bones exposed at the tips of the wings.

An inexplicable momentum like a red wave swept through the yellow sand and floated beside Abbott.

Rumble!

The frenzied whistling reached its climax, and the increasingly fierce fighting in the arena made the audience extremely crazy, and each different face revealed an undisguised mixture of jade.

"That's it, that's it!"

"That's where my Delevingne shines."

Draven looked around at the stands, a maniacal smile appeared on his blushing face, and an invisible force was inflicted on his tall body from the spectators in the stands, and the blood-colored light under his feet became more and more brilliant.

【Delevingne Alliance】!

"Axe in hand, killing begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Draven quickly ran forward, the raging air currents pulling out transparent traces.

[Spin the Flying Axe]!

The blood-stained axe burst into front of Abbott like an arrow from the string, and the terrifying pressure enveloped the dodge space.

The pitch-black wings slowly stirred behind him, Abbott had been paying attention to Draven's movements for a long time, and when the axe was released, he immediately took a few steps back, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the crimson energy and the wings contrasted, turning into a blood-colored shield.

Tong!

The snow-white blade slashed at the blood-colored shield, but in an instant, the blood-colored shield shattered, and the axe fell back into Draven's hand at an incredible angle.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The sound of countless air currents resounded through the gladiatorial arena, and Draven laughed maniacally as he threw his axe forward, the blood-colored light under his feet becoming more and more intense.

Every time an axe leaves his hand, his shield shatters.

Draven, on the other hand, caught the axe with a deft glide step and continued to throw it at the vampire not far away.

"Damn it, this guy is skillful!?" Abbott's face was pale, his hands could not be stopped, and the shields he had built were shattered in the illusion of the throwing axe.

On top of that, he also sensed that the power transmitted by the axe was getting stronger and stronger, and sometimes he even had to rely on the pitch-black wings behind him to block the power of transmission.

Abbott began to feel the pain of Odus and Aiden, the terrifying axe was as light and portable as a toy in each other's hands, but for them, it was a weapon that could kill if they were not careful.

"I can't continue like this, I have to make a change, or I'll be hacked to death."

Recalling Aiden's tragic scene, Abbott's body trembled slightly, and the corner of his eye frequently looked around the prison, looking for a route to escape.

However, when he was in the black-clad soldiers in front of the stands, he remembered the group beating he had encountered when he sneaked out of Sigrid's room.

Eventually, Abbott noticed the ..... above his head

There, the only chance!