The arena is humanity's main suppressive weapon against demons, and its activation means that the tide of battle has changed, humans are no longer blinded by illusions, and demons no longer have the upper hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But behind this is not just victory, but the cruel, almost bloody meat grinder.

"Ha, I see them, damn them! They are as timid as bed bugs! A human soldier laughed maniacally, his fingers squeezing the trigger of the machine gun. Blazing jets of metal poured forward like a storm, sweeping rows of demons down. Blood stained the sand red for the first time, accompanied by flying stumps and fragments. However, at the same time, the demon's counterattack also killed most of the soldier's companions, and the minced flesh and corpses flew into the air, and even half of them fell in front of him, but they could not stop his killing fingers in the slightest.

Screams, wails, groans of pain, cries before death. The entire battlefield was heated up in an instant.

The sound of machine guns as dense as a torrential rain was incessant, accompanied by a rain of blood. And the demon's counterattack also took away a piece of fresh life, constantly exploding snail boats, and constantly dying of life. But neither humans nor demons hesitated in the slightest.

This is a battlefield, no one can be left alone, and in the end there are only two kinds of 'people' who can stay, the living and the dead.

"Seems to have the upper hand?" In a giant screw boat in the back, Martha was boredly repairing her nails, with the huge iron cross at her feet. Perhaps a well-maintained relationship, the blade of the Iron Cross shimmered with a cold cold light, like the sharp teeth of a giant beast, eager to tear flesh apart.

Gilles, on the other hand, was playing with cards and rubbed his brow when he heard Martha's words to herself. "Isn't that bad, Martha Hime? I don't like fighting. ”

"What are you talking about? Bastards who don't know how to fight beautifully? Martha immediately retorted, her gaze a little unkind. The blood, the screams, the wailing, the splendor of every life when it died, don't we know that we have a memory? Damn it, don't you understand the dignity of fighting? If so, I wouldn't mind teaching you this lesson myself! ”

"Oh no. Okay, okay! Giles immediately raised his hands in surrender. My dear lady, I don't have any complaints about fighting, but if I can avoid fighting, I prefer a victory that is within reach. ”

"It's just a little bit more expensive." Finally Giles added. As a member of the human race, although it has gone beyond the category of ordinary humans, it is still uncomfortable to watch its own kind being killed. It's just that Gilles also knows that this is a competition in the Wind Turbidity Domain, not to mention that he is not a native of this realm, even if he can't interfere easily. The demon's high-end combat power has not yet appeared, and he and his companions have a heavy task.

On the contrary, it was Chen Yan, who was silently checking the information from beginning to end, and Alice was dozing off on top of his head.

"Toot, mission accomplished! The results of the scan are as follows. An electronic prompt suddenly sounded in Zhi's brain, and a light curtain was projected. The eyes of the crowd were immediately drawn to the sight of an image covered in oil paint.

"What is this?" Martha asked.

"Dionysus." Chen Yan stroked his chin and replied thoughtfully. "If I'm guessing correctly, this guy did the large-scale illusion just now."

Martha leaned over to take a look at it, surprised. "Bacchus?"

"Well, the main material realm, the gods of a certain country." Chen Yan replied, but he didn't want to say more. For the people of this world, the main material realm is too far away, and even the information is vague. But for him, the main material world is the place where he once lived, and every bit and every hao is vivid. Therefore, Chen Yan did not want to expose more things about the main material world, even if it was an instinctive and insignificant 'self-protection'.

But even so, the information he got was astonishing enough. Because he was well aware of the power of this demon, Dionysus, the god of wine in Greek mythology. Chen Yan came into contact with this world, the first guy to be named 'god', and it is also the country of Greece with a complete god system and a high degree of legend.

To know whether a demon is powerful or not, in addition to his own qualities, the most important thing is the power of the mind that constitutes his origin. The power of thought comes from two main parts, one is the legend (story composition) of the main material world, and the other part is the feedback of thoughts (beliefs) from all sources.

The completeness of the legend determines the power system of the demon, and the feedback of the thought determines the strength of the demon.

The tricky thing is that this Dionysus, both conditions are fully met.

Greece is one of the countries with the most complete god system in the main material world, and many movies, novels, and animations are taken from it, so the legend is not a problem at all. And as the birthplace of a series of myths, Greece is not short of faith. This made Dionysus even more 'powerful'.

In fact, Chen Yan was very suspicious that the other party should not belong to the demon of this realm at all, he might be far beyond the level of the qualitative demon, the level of the strong demon, and possess even more terrifying power.

Fortunately, Dionysus was only the 'god of wine' after all. It's not a full-time 'god of destruction'. So he thinks there's a lot of room for manoeuvre.

"This illusion should have been his shot, but that's all." Looking at the image of Dionysus in the light curtain, Chen Yan touched his chin and showed a smile. "He's not good at fighting, or he hates fighting. We may not be in direct conflict with him. ”

"Maybe?" Martha raised her eyebrows, a little defiant. "Why pin your hopes on uncertain judgments? I think we should think more about how to kill him. ”

"Experience what it's like to kill a god?" Chen Yan asked amusedly. He knew Martha's thoughts. She also understands her contempt for authority. In fact, if you want to find the most courageous character in the current team, then the little girl may be the only one. Of course, courage here refers only to the frontal conflict, not to the shadow of the heart.

"Why not?" Martha asked curiously. "I think this guy should be our opponent."

"I don't want to run into him." Chen Yan shrugged his shoulders. I remembered my previous judgment of Dionysus. That's a god...... A serious deity with stories and legends in the main material realm. Although Chen Yan's current strength will not be afraid of him, he does not want to cause more trouble.

"Believe it or not, but I have a hunch that he won't be an obstacle to us on this mission." Looking at Martha's puzzled gaze, Chen Yan explained. "Now we're not going to focus on Dionysus, we're going to focus on another guy."

"Who?" Martha's eyes lit up and she asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know yet." Chen Yan shook his head, but his gaze fell on the outside of the porthole of the snail boat. "But I can feel him, he's there ......"

"Right there......"