Dragging the unconscious Maca, back into the passage.

"Find someone and heal him."

Mawson casually instructed the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper blinked, then slapped himself twice, his head buzzing, but his eyes lit up frighteningly.

"It's not a hallucination, it's real!"

"You actually killed Arius!"

"Two fists, just two punches!"

"Zeus is above, are you possessed by the god of war?"

Countless words of praise poured out of the gatekeeper's mouth, and Mawson even suspected that as long as he nodded, this guy would be eager to kneel down and lick all the way he walked.

If Mawson guessed correctly, the next king should summon him, and he would have access to the true core.

"Get out of here and get to work."

He showed his strength to be strong, and no matter what he said, the goalkeeper just nodded frantically.

"Don't worry, Lord Mawson, I'll find the best doctor for Maca."

The gatekeeper had a smile on his face.

"And ...... now?"

"Send me back, I'm going to wash the blood off my body."

On the other side, King Kephes stood up with a gloomy face, "Can anyone tell me what this Oriental man is all about?" ”

"He's a goblin in human skin?"

"Or some demigod?"

"The group of guys above us are so hungry and thirsty that they don't even let go of women from the East?"

Kephes scoffed.

"Your Majesty......"

Someone opened up to warn.

"Bring that guy to me."

At that moment, a soldier in armor suddenly walked briskly and whispered something in Dragu's ear.

Dragu's face changed slightly, and he approached Kephes, "Your Majesty, the matter of Parthos is over. ”

"The idol has fallen!"

"Great!" King Kephes looked surprised.

"When the warriors come back, I will give them a banquet!"

"According to the estimation of the distance, it should be after the evening!" Dragu replied.

"My dear queen, I command the Inner Court to prepare a banquet, and I will welcome the triumphant warriors!" ”

The good news completely diluted the gloom in Kephes's heart, and he stood up and strode out.

The guards around him followed.

Princess Andromeda hesitated slightly, and her pace dropped slightly.

She approached the leader of the Draghu guards.

"Teacher ......"

"What do you know about this Oriental?"

As the head of Argos's guards, Dragu once instructed Andromeda in swordsmanship and was considered her teacher.

Dragu shook his head.

"It was just an accident, but none of us thought that this Oriental would be so powerful."

Andromeda sighed lightly: "Father is too anxious to publicly destroy the statue of Zeus...... Argos is likely to be in turmoil next. ”

"No!"

Dragu's face was heavy.

"Your Royal Highness, the gods are far more powerful than mortals can imagine, and Argos may not be able to withstand the wrath of the gods!"

"We're going to have a catastrophe."

Dragu said.

"But why is that, why did my father do this?"

Dragu hesitated, but finally said nothing.

God and the king are opposites after all.

…………

As soon as Mawson returned to the upper level of the arena, a white ball of flesh rolled over, it was none other than Director Doron.

"Dear Mr. Mawson, I have prepared a bath for you, it is so wonderful that for a moment, I even thought that Ares, the god of war, had descended on the arena."

"Please follow me."

Doron showed a completely different humility than before, and no matter who Mawson was before, he killed the legendary Arius in the arena, and he was sure to win the appreciation and reuse of His Majesty.

And he did this to dispel the bad impression he had left on Mawson.

This time, Mawson had come to a different bathroom than the humble bathroom he had seen before.

The floor to the walls were paved with fine ivory stone, and instead of following up, Duolun stood in the doorway, watching Mawson enter the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and several graceful figures appeared in the bath, which was large enough to accommodate 10 people at a time.

Every one of them is the best choice for both looks and figures, covering almost all types, from age to skin tone.

Duolun's intentions can also be seen, in which Mawson even saw Marca's old lover, but the latter, now looking at Mawson's gaze, is completely devoid of the previous arrogance, and his body keeps shaking, leaving only humility and fear.

It was the girl named Chloe who was in charge of greeting Mawson, but Mawson only glanced at him, "Everyone go out!" ”

He called Chloe to the beautiful robes on the table and said, "Take these things out for me and exchange them for a few comfortable and convenient ones." ”

After everyone had exited the bathroom, Mawson walked alone into the bath, which could accommodate dozens of people.

He quickly washed away the blood stains from his body, feeling the extra bit of stuff in his arm.

"On that Arius's body, there is an extremely faint amount of origin energy attached, how did that guy do it?"

And now that energy is in Mawson's arm, Mawson can't mobilize it.

The skin on the surface of the body was slightly reddened, and the moisture on the body was naturally evaporated, and Chloe happened to walk in, and Mawson got dressed and followed the latter out of the bathroom.

Director Duolun looked flattering, "Mr. Mawson, are you dissatisfied with the person just now?"

Although he didn't say anything more, the several good-looking men who followed behind him leaned forward intentionally or unintentionally.

Mawson felt a burst of amusement, this Duolun is really a wonderful person.

He waved his hand, "Take me to Maka, I have something to ask him." ”

"Uh......"

Duolun just hesitated.

Although Maka looks miserable, the injury is not too serious, as long as he recovers well, he can fully recover.

Now that the famous gladiators of the entire Argos are almost dead, the remaining Maca is considered the strongest, with him in hand, with this opportunity, Duolun can almost unify the competitive competition of Argos!

But the two contrasted each other.

Duolun still chose Mawson, and he was very clear about the conflict in the fighting room before.

When I came to the medical room, there were several doctors who were treating the wounds on Maca's body, and the most difficult thing was the fracture in his leg, and the minor injuries on his body had been almost treated.

And Marca came to his senses.

Seeing Mawson walk in, Marca's face changed slightly, as a participant in the whole competition, he was the closest person to the scene.

He watched as Mawson blasted the powerful, goblin-like Arius and tore it in half.

The course of the battle between the two lasted only 10 seconds.

Remembering what he had said last night, Marca was momentarily ashamed.

"Let's all get out."

Wait for the doctor to bandage the Maca, Mawson said.

Walking up to Maka, he looked at the languishing man.

"Tell me, what's going on with that weird transformation ability of yours?"