At the sound of an order, seven figures came out of the crowd, these seven people are all orcs, some are tall and some are short, some are male and some are female, these seven people are also the so-called seven killers.

Among the Blood Blade's men, the strongest is these seven people, and when the seven join forces, even he, the leader, is no opponent.

"Chief, what do you command?" The two heads of the Seven Killers asked in unison, the two heads on his shoulders, speaking very neatly.

"Do you need to ask? Kill all of them, of course. The giant beast interjected first, shook its head twice, and made a popping bean crunch in its neck.

"You don't have to kill them all." Bloody Blade's voice was low, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes, "As long as the seven of you can kill that person named An Rui, he is the leader of the entire fleet, kill him, and the enemy's fleet will definitely be in chaos." In that case, the victory will be ours. ”

"Don't worry, Chief, the seven of us will definitely be able to get his head back for you." Nailhead shook the mace in his hand and grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs, "It may be a smashed head that I brought back, I hope you don't mind." ”

The Seven Killers set off, and they rushed to Anrui's first fleet at breakneck speed in a special small magic ship. The ship is small in size, equipped with a propeller that brakes with magic at the end, and many iron shields erected on the deck, which has quite good defensive capabilities.

This magical ship is designed for charging and is fast and defensive, allowing it to burst into enemy fleets under cannon fire.

An Rui saw the actions of the Blood Blade and the Seven Killers clearly, without the slightest panic. He calmly ordered: "Release the five slaves, including the killing machine!" ”

The five were too dangerous and full of uncertainties, and they were kept in a cell on the ship on weekdays. Only a fixed time will be released for ventilation. Of course, the ordinary prison cell can't restrain these five people at all, and the main thing that binds these five people is the master-servant contract in An Rui's hands.

The five were quickly brought up, just as they had been in the Colosseum, only cleaner and new.

The killing machines were covered in armor and jingled as they walked. In the pitch-black helmet, there is a cold light flashing from time to time, which makes people's hearts palpitate. The Demon Sword Brothers held the long sword alone. One was holding a staff, and the two were dressed differently, but their appearance was surprisingly similar, and it was difficult for outsiders to distinguish at all. The throat-slitting mother-in-law had a smile on her face. Dressed in a voluminous robe. It's like a bad witch who feeds a poisoned apple to the princess. King Li's face was tense and silent, and his strong figure was sharp and angular, as if it was carved out of stone.

"You five go and kill all the people on that ship, and not one of them will be left! When that happens, I'll relax the restrictions on your daily activities so that you have more freedom. An Rui stretched out his hand and pointed at the oncoming enemy ship.

"It's only been a few days off, and I'm going to fight and kill again. It's annoying. Geralt complained depressedly, and Jeno on the other side also echoed. yes, yes. ”

"That's our destiny." King Li looked calm.

The mother-in-law who cut her throat giggled, and the laughter made people's scalps tingle.

The fierce light that emanated from the shadow of the killing machine was even stronger, and under the influence of the madness curse, he was in a state of madness for many years, thirsting for battle and blood.

Anrui arranged for the five men to be on the Unicorn, and let them take the ship to meet them.

The unicorn's ramming horns stretched out like a glowing sword, straight ahead. The ship charged, like a unicorn running wildly across the sea, colliding head-on with an enemy ship carrying the Seven Killers. The clashing horns condensed by the magic power pierced the enemy ship with a devastating momentum.

The speed of the two ships plummeted at the same time, like meat skewers skewered together, and stopped on the surface of the sea.

The Seven Slayers and the five slaves stood in their respective boats, staring at each other, and in each other's bodies, they found a breath of death similar to their own. Both sides are clearly the kind of people who crawled out of the pile of dead people.

The irascible beast was the first to take it no longer and strode towards the five slaves, its heavy body stomping on the two ships.

The first to meet the giant beast is the same impatient killing machine, and the lamb sent up has no reason not to be slaughtered. The killing machine aimed the magic cannon on its left hand at the giant beast, and its right eye suddenly lit up, revealing a special pattern, which had the effect of increasing the hit rate.

The killing machine's body shook, blasting a mana cannonball out of the jaw, accurately hitting the beast's arm, knocking the beast to its back. He then leaped over the beast, stretched out his right paw, and swung it down, aiming at the beast's fragile throat, but the beast blocked it with its arm.

"Roar!" The beast let out a roar, saliva spurting from its mouth, and he blocked the killing machine's claws with one hand, and gripped at the enemy's face with the other. This hand can crush even stones, and its destructive power is no less than that of a silver-level weapon.

Just as the beast's hand was about to grab the killing machine, a flash of fire erupted from his left eye, spraying it on the palm of the beast's hand, burning the hand to the point that the skin was open and the bones were visible.

The Killing Machine has three eye holes in his helmet because he has three eyes, and all three of them have been modified to have different effects. His right eye is the Eye of Precision, which increases his hit rate and speeds up his reactions, his left eye is the Eye of Fire, which can shoot flames, and the third eye on his forehead is the Psychic Eye, which can be used to see the undead.

The frenzied transformation forged this humanoid killing machine, and every organ in his body was made for battle.

"Ahh The beast let out a scream and was forced to retract its hand.

The killing machine aimed its cannon at the giant beast's massive head and fired it without hesitation. There was a loud bang, and the beast's head shattered into a puzzle along with the deck below.

In just a few seconds, the behemoth died, and the Seven Killers became Six Killers.

The killing machine straightened up and looked at the remaining six people on the other side, its eyes as cold as the armor on its body. The six of them were all in their hearts, knowing that they had met a terrible opponent.

"Hehe, he's got him. It's nothing to do with us, right? Brother Demon Sword laughed.

As slaves from the gladiatorial arena, several of them have a deeper understanding of the killing machine than others, and they used to be in the gladiatorial arena. Whoever touches a killing machine is sentenced to death. The game of killing machines is never about who wins or loses, but on how long it will take the killing machine to kill the enemy, ranging from ten seconds to three minutes, and never more than three minutes.

Whoever can hold out from the killing machine for more than three minutes is a miracle.

Of course, this does not mean that the killing machine is invincible. It can only be said that the level of gladiators in the gladiatorial arena is limited, and it is impossible for the top powerhouses to go to that kind of place.

The rest of the Seven Killers exchanged glances and made a clear division of labor. The singer and the poison king team up to deal with the killing machines, and the two attack in a more insidious and vicious way, often winning by surprise, and are best suited to deal with strong enemies. The rest of the men took a detour and rushed towards the other slaves.

"The ancient sound of death. Coming to earth again. Spread all over the world, spread all over the mountains and rivers! The singer sang a very ugly song, and one by one the materialized notes floated out of his mouth and flew towards the killing machine.

The Poison King palmed his hand, and several small glass bottles appeared between his fingers, each containing poison.

The killing machine swept coldly, discerning the situation, and stretched out its metal wings that were folded behind it. Flap your wings and fly. He soared and circled in mid-air, distancing himself from two rivals. Whenever you find the right opportunity, use the magic cannon on your left arm to attack from a distance. This is his usual practice, whenever he encounters an enemy with special means, he will fight at a distance.

"Hehe, do you think it's safe to hide in the sky? It's naïve. With a flick of his finger, the Poison King threw a small poison bottle into the air, and then threw out a dagger that struck the small poison bottle and shattered it.

The glass flies away, and the poisonous mist gushes out!

This poisonous mist has a corrosive effect, and once it gets on the body, it will cause the skin to fester, which is very insidious.

The poisonous mist spread, and it looked like it was about to envelop the killing machine. At the last moment, the killing machine suddenly flicked its wings, setting off a strong wind that fanned the poisonous mist alive.

The Poison King's expression froze, as if he was the naïve person, and this little trick was useless to use the killing machine.

As for the notes sung by the singer, they also failed to have a decisive effect.

While the three of them were fighting, the other Seven Killers and the slaves had also fought each other.

As soon as the two sides made a move, their respective professions were exposed, the red lightning in the Seven Killers was a thief, the two heads were a combination of a wizard and a warrior, and the nail head and the rider were warriors.

"Little sister, you have a good dagger, can you let the old woman play with you?" The throat-slitting granny giggled, and in a flash, rushed to the front of the red lightning and swung the dagger hidden in her sleeve.

Red Lightning's eyes lit up, and he also swung the dagger out, and the two daggers clashed in mid-air, colliding with sparks.

The two heads are conjoined brothers, and the magic sword brothers are twin brothers, and the two pairs of brothers are fighting in one place.

As if fated, the two brothers fought in a surprisingly similar way, with brothers who knew magic attaching magic to the weapons in the hands of the warrior brothers, one in charge of attacking, and the other with magic support.

"Interesting." Geralt smiled slightly, and plunged the flaming sword in his hand into the deck.

The scorching red light stretched out along the ground, and with each short distance it traveled, a pillar of fire erupted, rushing all the way to the opposite double-headed. The one who could do magic in the middle of the two heads opened his mouth and spat at the ground in front of him, exhaling a chill.

The cold air fell to the ground, instantly forming a wall of ice, blocking the attack of the flames.

The two pairs of brothers were inseparable for a while.

The situation of the King of Power was a little more difficult than that of his companions, and he faced the two enemies of Nail Head and Rider alone, and he seemed to be very difficult, and could only use the warrior's super speed to dodge. Under the flanking of two enemies, his body was quickly wounded and was ass by the rider. The bipedal wyvern under the thigh scratched the skin, and was smashed by the mace of the nail head, and there were a few more blood holes on the body.

Fortunately, King Li has experienced a hundred battles, and in this situation, he still remains calm.

Halfway through the fight, Liwang seized a golden opportunity and reached for the mace handle of the nail head.

Weapon Grabbing!

Liwang's hands let out two clever movements, and he slammed his elbow into the nailhead's hand, snatching the mace. Weapon seizure is a combat skill, and he has worked it for many years, reaching the point of perfection, and it is difficult to use it.

"Borrow your weapon for use." Liwang waved his mace twice, and it felt quite easy.

"Give me back the mace!" Nailhead was furious and rushed towards the King of Force.

King Li did as he was told, and returned the mace to the nail head, but in a somewhat rough way, he directly smashed the head of the nail head with the mace, and hung the nail head on the mace with a barb. From now on, he can play one-on-one with the rider.

The battle was going on at a breakneck pace, and people were losing all the time.

The killing machine tore apart the Poison King and the Singer with its claws, proving that opportunism was useless in front of him. The mother-in-law who cut her throat slit the throat of Hongdian and taught this thief's junior the worst lesson in her life. The Demon Sword Brothers split their heads with an additional magic effect, separating the pair of bitter Siamese brothers. King Liwang smashed the head of the rider and the wyvern with his mace, and the rider could only fly around in hell in the future.

Seven killers, all destroyed.

The remaining pirates on the ship were not afraid at all, and were killed by five slaves with the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, completing the mission given to them by their masters.

The trump card in the hand of the blood blade was completely defeated by the trump card in An Rui's hand.

"The Seven Killers are actually dead...... "Blood Blade looked at the tragic situation of the ship, and his heart was half cold.

He could only watch this tragedy happen just now, but he couldn't change anything. First, the battle happened too quickly and there was no time to rescue. Second, ordinary people can't intervene at all, and it's useless to send them. If he wants to save the Seven Slayers, he can only lead the entire fleet to charge together, but if he does that, he will turn the battle into a final battle, cutting off all his back roads.

He looked up at the sky, and the two-legged wyvern had been reduced by half, and defeat was a foregone conclusion. The conditions on the sea were just as bad, and there was no hope of winning the battle.

There are now four options before him.

One is to fight to the death and fight with Anrui to lose both. The second is to negotiate peace and give Anrui some benefits in exchange for a glimmer of life. The third is to flee with the fleet. The fourth is to escape alone, and there is a spatial teleportation scroll on his body, which can be directly teleported to a safe place.

Either option is terrible.

The rest of the heart of the Blood Blade was also about to cool.

"Bloodblade, are you interested in a one-on-one duel with me?"

Just as Bloody Blade hesitated, An Rui's obviously provocative voice came. (To be continued......)