Thanks to the red reward of 50,000 starting coins of "Forever Milk", congratulations to "Forever Milk" for being promoted to the head of this book.

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The small crystalline hexagonal snowflakes that fell on the bright helmet looked transparent, but in fact it had melted long ago by the rising heat of the muscular surface.

Immediately after, more fluttering snowflakes swirled and fell in the air......

Suddenly, "knock, knock, knock," heavy footsteps came, and Aaron only felt a vibration in his eardrums, and while he was vigilant, he seemed to smell a strange and familiar smell.

Staring at the depths of the dark gate, between the frowns of his eyebrows, there was a faint murderous aura, a faint wind and thunder that was about to erupt.

Whew――――

For five or six seconds, I could only see snowflakes rolling around, and the sudden wind coming from all directions made people's nerves become turbulent.

This tight gust of wind made everyone hold their breath and stare straight at the gate in the arena. The rhythm of the snowflakes becoming chaotic and turbulent makes every pair of eyes in the arena have infinite reverie for the upcoming battle scenes!!

After about five seconds, the knight's eyelids at the gate jumped at the sight of the creature in sight.

Half of his body felt as if he had been pricked by a sharp needle, and he shivered. The knight exhaled a short, spasmodic breath to quickly calm the turmoil in his chest, then tightened the reins in his hand, stirred the belly of the horse under his feet, and dodged to the side.

Roar -

When the 'enemy' in the floodgates was completely exposed to Aaron's pupils.

Under the heavy helmet, the handsome slightly resolute cheeks. Not only is it not dignified, but it adds a touch of coldness and bloodlust to it. Afterglow in the corner of the eye. Sweeping around the arena, the corners of Resolute's mouth twitched slightly. "Stupid, despicable, cowardly...... these men are driving a beast out into battle, treating the glory of the Order's warriors as dung. And this will be unforgivable! ”

"Phew, kill, kill, kill! Brig !! ”

"Brigg! Brig! ”

"Kill! Brig, shatter the Warriors of the Order in front of you! ”

With the frenzied and noisy noise around the arena, a behemoth appeared in Aaron's sight, a creature named 'Brig', which did not seem to be strange to him.

Ogre -- Different from the cave hammer ogre, it looks like it looks like it is from the outside. This is a lesser Split-Fist ogre.

But no matter what kind of ogre they are, they generally have half of the troll blood, but they don't have the same organizational ability and intelligence as the trolls.

For ogres, in addition to the love of gold, eating fresh flesh and blood is their only pursuit. Bloodlust is its instinct, but glory never belongs to a beast.

"Roar~~~~"

In the horizon, the ogre stretched out its thick arms. With the slightest clattering sound, it clenched the steel fist wrapped in layers of chains, every movement, every step. are causing people to scream.

For the Central Empire, where civilization flourished, the creature Ogre had long since become extinct.

Under the gaze of novelty, excitement, and enthusiasm, the split-fist ogre who officially entered the venue. Turning the bumpy head, he glanced around. It seems that he does not appreciate the cheers and exclamations of the people. Instead, he grinned and let out a bloodthirsty roar that made the air tremble.

Savage, ugly, hideous. This makes people even crazier.

From that gaping mouth of blood. Everyone could clearly see that the ogre's teeth were so sharp that there was no doubt that they could help the ogre, tearing a person into pieces of flesh like a saw.

"Brigg! Brig! ”

Brig, the Split-Fist ogre, has shattered and devoured the flesh of countless challengers in this arena.

Its power and ferocity have long been obvious to all.

From the perspective of ordinary people, a Sacred Order warrior may be able to easily kill six gladiators. But in the face of such a man-eating beast, even the warriors of the Holy Order seemed to have to withdraw from the battle in embarrassment.

"I buy Brig! It is the god of war in this arena. Ten copper coins, bet on Brig to win! ”

"It's impossible for the sub-god clan to fight with an ogre, ten silver coins, bet on Brig to win!"

In a place like the Arena, there is no shortage of gamblers. The poor, the merchants, the aristocracy, people from every class participated in it and enjoyed it.

In an instant, the commotion of gamblers occupied most of the arena's space.

And the crowd that was still standing on the side of the 'Holy Order Warriors' before couldn't help but fall to the ogre's side at this moment.

The ogre's body was bulging with large nodules of different colors, equivalent to the muscles of a human, and was full of explosive power. And its wide and flat nose, purple eyes with white pupils on the left and right, and other vicious and hideous expressions stimulated the enthusiasm of the audience even more.

"Brig wins! Brig wins! ”

In the midst of this annoying drum noise, Aaron's perspective is cold and proud, with contempt and disdain.

"Bang, bang, bang," the Split-Fist ogre in his sight seemed to have finally discovered its target, and the purple eyes with white pupils locked onto the 'Holy Order Warriors' on the field, and the roar of the earth became more and more rapid in an instant, and the snow under his feet was shaken.

Above Aaron's eyes, the curved eyebrows looked like a deep serpentine groove. From under the heavy helmet, the eyebrows could be seen slightly raised.

Having fought against creatures like ogres, a male ogre, unlike a female ogre, has the ability to manipulate vassal monsters, it just seems to be powerful. In addition to its huge, ugly, greedy appearance, and bloodthirsty, physical attack habits.

The male ogre is really just a clumsy beast that can only use brute force.

If these people are expecting blood, then Aaron doesn't mind serving them a visual feast.

…… Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters, two meters, the ogre took a heavy step, brandished two iron fists, and rushed towards the target.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Why haven't the Holy Order warriors quit the battle yet!" Many people trembled inexplicably, trembling as if they had been pricked by needles.

In the horizon, the 'Holy Order Warrior', who was about to be smashed into a mass of flesh and blood, he neither put on the defensive nor attacked, let alone quit the battle.

Rather, that's it...... Standing there indifferently!?

The arena of tens of thousands of people once became audible. Everyone seemed ready, and their ears were ready to hear the sound of the bones of the Templar warriors being shattered. Witness with your eyes the death of a Templar warrior, a high sub-god.

But for Aaron, the attack distance of one meter is enough.

Now is the time! In the exclamation of Claudia, the summoner of nothingness, under the heavy helmet, the smooth and white face, the angular cold hand, the spear in his hand, carrying the power of thunder, suddenly turned into a phantom.

"Level 3 Templar Skill - Heart-Piercing Spear!"

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Congratulations to 'Forever Milk' for becoming the head of "Total War in Sparta", opening the door and shaking all directions! (To be continued......)