In the entire arena space, the sound of explosions was endless, and the contestants who were transmitted back to the main building of the arena could even be intuitively seen collapsing in the arena. Many of the contestants were terrified by a series of events, most of whom were natives living in the Land of the Fallen Gods, who had always been instilled with the theory that "the arena is a qiē", and they came to the arena to compete in order to get a reward, but they never imagined that the arena would be destroyed one day.

Several timid contestants quickly decided to withdraw from the competition, and even without considering the consent of the arena, they attacked the fence gates around the arena and tried to escape through the passage behind the fence gates. Attempts to warn them, only to be attacked instead, the contestants are so frightened that anyone who stands in their way is seen as an enemy.

"Stupid."

The bear orcs with their hands on the odd-shaped knives snorted, but they didn't force them to stay. In its experience, these fence gates are usually made to release beasts, especially in magic arenas, where there is no physical passage for players to enter or leave, and it is conceivable that once these contestants break the fence gates, they will inevitably be attacked by the beasts inside.

"It's confident?"

On the other side, Tusada, Zorro, and Beladona gathered, and the werewolf couldn't help but ask a question when he heard Ozzurudo's taunt.

The Imperial Youth, who was not so luxuriously dressed now, glanced back, and when he saw those players breaking through the fence gate and cheering, he couldn't help but shake his head, "The probability of these people surviving is not high, that Ozzuruddo has probably guessed it." ”

"Huh?" The werewolf looked puzzled. After the events before and after the portal, Tusada has won Green's trust, and naturally has established a certain trust base in the hearts of Zorro and Beladona. What's more, his appearance is indeed convincing.

Tusada turned his head and sighed imperceptibly: "In our empire, there are similar Colosseums, and these fence gates are usually prepared for those magical beasts. Those people broke the fence gate, and they were bound to be attacked by the monsters inside. If they can survive. It's impossible to find a way out, after all, there's no way the arena will allow those demonic beasts to leave here, isn't it? If they die at the hands of the Monsters, then we will be in trouble, after all, the Monsters do not stay inside the fence gates, and those who remain in the arena, including us, will have to fight the Monsters. ”

The werewolf Zorro looked at Tusada in surprise, and then at Ozzurudo, as if puzzled. "In that case, why doesn't it stop those idiots?"

Bel Adona glanced at him, she rarely heard werewolves speak like that.

"My dear Yatemu once told me that Ozzuruddo was the quintessential empiricist, and it must have seemed to him that it was better to let them make the wrong attempt than to dissuade them, and wait until they suffered the consequences. Naturally, they will set an example, and others will abandon this method. Tusada said. There was mostly a hint of appreciation in his tone, as if in his opinion, this was indeed a good solution. However, seeing the werewolf's angry expression, he still shrugged his shoulders, "Anyway, it's too late to stop it now." ”

As he spoke, a low roar came from the broken fence gate. A few screams followed, and then silence.

"......" The werewolf pursed his lips, his eyes falling on Tusada and not speaking.

The aristocratic young man spread his hands, and the expression on his face was very innocent.

Soon, inside the gate that was broken. The calm was broken by the running and roaring, and the players who were looking nervously inside at the door were startled, and hurriedly retreated, only to see a brown-red figure suddenly burst out, and the slowest one who escaped did not have time to react, and was thrown to the ground by the figure, and lost his voice with a scream.

"Manticore!" Tusada's face changed, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The brownish-red figure did not immediately launch the next attack after enjoying a life, thus revealing its true colors. In general, it is a majestic male lion, but it has a pair of wings that are as large as the wings of a bat, and a scorpion tail that looks extraordinarily oozing. This creature, which can corrode an entire building with the poison in its body, has been forever changed by powerful magic because its ancestors drank the water of the river containing dragon blood crystals, and at the same time, because their blood contains the dragon factor, the strength of the race is inherently far greater than that of other species.

Manticores usually live in the underworld, Nigon, where they can fly around stone pillars with their dark vision, pounce on their prey and kill or paralyze them with venom, and tear their prey to shreds with their sharp teeth. In the previous battles, Nigon recruited the manticore into the army, and let them participate in those large-scale battles or special battles as a top combat force, and the soldiers who participated in the battle on the Cabez continent were deeply affected, if it weren't for their weak defense and speed, the manticore could even be ranked among the seventh-level creatures, and finally after the unanimous decision of the major guilds, the manticore was included in the sixth-level creature file.

In other words, it is at least one hundred and thirty levels of combat power.

A group of contestants surrounded the manticore, many of them recognized its appearance, and those who were not strong retreated one after another, and a few who were confident in their combat power stared at the manticore and prepared to attack. Some of the contestants stood farther away, they had their own minds, and when they found that the passage behind the fence gate could not be left, they took up the idea of the audience, and while the manticore was surrounded by the manticore, they jumped to the audience to break away from above, but before they could be happy about their "clever" idea, the spectator seats were shattered like crunchy biscuits, and the contestants did not even have time to scream, they fell with the collapse, and lost their figures in an instant.

"The destruction is accelerating! What a powerful explosion," Tusada was taken aback, he sensed it carefully, and smelled gunpowder in the air, "Magic gunpowder? How can it be? How much gunpowder is needed to blow up the entire arena? When was that amount arranged? ”

Zorro was obviously not interested in Tusada's self-talk, and while staring at the manticore in the distance, he said sternly, "We should retreat." ”

Tusada reacted and shook his head, "Retreat? Where to retreat? There's no escape here. He paused. Speaking again, "In addition, we have to wait for our dear Yadi Meng, although we don't know where he and we have been dispersed and teleported, he will definitely find it." ”

"Your microphone." The female martial artist suddenly spoke.

Tusada took out the tin box with embossed lips from the lining of his clothes and shook his head helplessly. "I've tried, and I'm afraid we're more than one space apart, and we can't get in touch at all."

As he spoke, the manticore had already attacked, and casualties soon appeared among the players besieging it. But the dilemma did not end there, the collapsed auditorium smashed the fence gate on the other side, and suddenly another lion's roar came, and soon another brown and red figure burst out of the broken fence gate and rushed straight towards the standing Ozzouludo.

"Hmph—"

The bears and orcs are not afraid. Raising his hand and drawing his sword, he slashed at the manticore. The second manticore-tailed roared and showed its sharp scorpion tail and stabbed at Ozzurudo, the tail stab and the blade "clanged", and the victory was unexpectedly victorious, knocking the odd-shaped knife off course.

The bat's wings vibrate, and the manticore took advantage of the opportunity to pounce, and the bloody mouth seemed to gnaw off Ozzuruddo's entire head.

However, the bears and orcs did not panic.

Moments before the manticore was about to send its fangs into the orc-bear's body. Countless wind pressures converged into a light green wind blade and suddenly activated, and the manticore only felt a sudden pain in his chest. Screaming, he flew out upside down, nailed to the rubble by the Wind Blade.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Ozzurudo looked coldly at the manticore, struggling to roll over, and put his knife back into its sheath. Although the sixth-level creatures are powerful, they can often slaughter the entire village with one person, but they still seem to be a little weak against the upper bear orcs.

But just as the leader of the Gruze Group was dismissive, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from the ground behind it. It's as silent as if it came to the surface. Its face was hideous, its fangs grinned, and its iron-gray claws swung at the orc, slicing through its armor with a thud.

“！”

Ozzourudo, who had been attacked, staggered, and it hurriedly turned back. It was at this moment that the shadow burrowed back into the ground. The next moment, it surfaced from the ground on the right back of its body and launched another sneak attack. The orcs didn't seem to be able to sense the monster's attack, and only instinctively avoided it, so they were quickly injured.

"What's that?" Zorro asked with a puzzled glare.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the Earthwing Demon, an alchemical monster that is only written in books." Tusada's eyes narrowed, his words a little incredulous. But he quickly changed his words and reached out to draw his sword, "The Earthwing Demon will be handed over to that Ozzuruddo to deal with, and we should be worried about ourselves now." ”

The three of them looked back at the same time, and the manticore, which had been frozen by the wind blade, broke free because Ozzy Urudo had no time to care. Now the whole arena was in chaos, the contestants were torn between the monsters, and screams could be heard from time to time, but the manticore did not take revenge on the bear orcs, nor did he care about the seriously injured and fallen players, but instead turned his eyes and stared at the three people who were safe and sound.

Roar -

The manticore roared, and the vibrating batwings swooped down on the trio.

"Watch out for the stinger!" Tusada reminded loudly, clenching his sword tightly and swinging it at the moment when the manticore was about to pounce. The blade slashed through the manticore's front paws, and a flash of fire burst into its wounds, apparently an enchanted sword of great value. While the manticore roared in pain, the Imperial youth hurriedly leaped to the side, dodging the fall of the beast's heavy body. The wind swept by, and a machete slashed at the manticore's head the moment it landed, but the sixth-level creature was not a vegetarian after all, and the blade hadn't even touched its hair, and the bat wings stretched out and knocked the owner of the mabbard out directly.

Secret ballads? Flower thinks

A whisper sounded, and the emerald figure missed Zorro, who flew out upside down, and headed straight for the manticore's face. Black resentment attached to the fist, Bel Adona twisted her body to avoid the stab of the manticore's defensive counterattack, and then approached its body, violently swung her fist, and launched fifteen consecutive punches in a very short time, beating the manticore to scream in pain, and the last blow came out with both fists, and the resentment was discharged, and even blasted the manticore back.

"It's very powerful." Tusada, who rolled up, couldn't help but be surprised and admired when he saw this scene.

“……”

Beladona, who had fallen backwards, landed lightly, but the praise of the imperial youth was useless. She frowned and looked at her fists, the power of this move, but it should have directly knocked people out.

Whew-whew-whew

Zorro, who was fanned by the manticore, directly transformed into a werewolf, ran quickly, and pursued the manticore. However, before the werewolf could habitually jump and pounce, a boulder tumbled and hit the running werewolf with unmistakable accuracy, knocking him sideways into the fence of the arena.

"Mr. Zorro!" Tusada jerked his head, and a tall humanoid creature at the edge of the audience was waving its arms in this direction, each holding a stone in its hand, and its lonely vision intersected with Tusada, and immediately roared in a strange tone for the stone to be thrown.

Cyclops.

When the word came out of Tusada's mind, the man had already fallen to the side. The flying boulder landed where he had been standing, a little slower and now about to be smashed into meat sauce. Not far away, the repulsed manticore roared angrily, it obviously held a grudge against Bel Adona, and the bat's wings spread out and rushed directly towards the female martial artist, who was light and planned to dodge the manticore's bite and wait for the opportunity to attack, but I don't know if these monsters trapped in the arena have developed friendship or what, the cyclops actually changed the target of the attack, and threw several boulders at the female martial artist, not seeking to smash her to death, but just sealing her dodge path, giving the manticore a great opportunity to attack.

Not good!

Tusada was in a panic, and the royal sword technique in hand was launched and went straight towards the manticore with a stabbing sword style. His goal was to knock the manticore out of the way and give the female martial artist a chance to break away, so he could complete the attack wherever it went, but his figure was still moving halfway, and suddenly a black shadow suddenly rose in front of him.

His heart was cold.

It's the Earthwing Demon--

Tusada didn't know what was going on in Ozzurudo, and he didn't have time to think about it, at this moment, he had to focus on the powerful monster in front of him. So he drew his sword, and even the spikes were not far away, but he overestimated his own abilities - or he underestimated the speed of the Earthwing Demon, and before he could send the Spike Sword into the Earthwing Demon's chest, the legendary alchemy synth had already burst in front of him, swinging the pair of claws almost face to face.

The young man of the empire subconsciously closed his eyes.

Snort--

The body, torn apart. (To be continued......)

PS: The fourth volume is coming to an end, and you have any opinions as soon as possible, so as not to make a mistake about TwT again

Now it's time to get to the main point, it's a bit of a mess when it comes to war, but hopefully the shells won't let you down.