"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your Yaxing for the show." The man in the white mask had an elegant demeanor and a slightly hoarse voice, like a decent gentleman.

He jumped out of the window and landed firmly on the ground, the huge spotlight in the center of the arena shining directly on the unhurried young man, like the real protagonist of this bloody dinner. The vast space turned from a momentary silence to a boiling noise, and the humming sound came to the face, and the mercenaries hidden in the shadows turned their guns on the guy.

Carrigan's estate has been in business for a long time, not without arrogant people who dare to provoke, there was once a local Romanian gangster, coveting the huge profits of the human trafficking business, after the collapse of the cooperation with Carrigan, secretly hired a group of Chechen militants at a high price, this group of cold-blooded thugs who gave Russian woolly bears a headache, rushed open the gate of the manor in groups on modified motorcycles, and recklessly bombarded every inch of land with hand-held howitzers, and there was strong support equipped with heavy firepower outside, Almost comparable to the armed equipment of the American police.

In less than a minute, they broke through the defenses inside the manor, causing heavy casualties to Carrigan's mercenaries, who had been fighting the Russian army for so many years, whether it was tactical literacy or force cooperation, all of them were at the top level, far from being comparable to other rabble.

Five minutes later, the Chechen militants rushed into the manor, and the local gangs in Romania offered a huge bounty, as long as they got Carrigan's head, they could get a sky-high bounty unimaginable for ordinary people, but it was a pity that until half an hour passed, not a single living person came out, as if it had been quietly devoured, there was no fierce fighting, no gunfire was heard, and the world evaporated.

After the bloody purge of the local gangs in Romania, the leaders were thrown into iron cages and fed to the terrible beasts, and no one dared to provoke Carrigan again, and the former mercenary leader became the biggest leader of the Romanian crime syndicate.

So when the young man in the white mask appeared on the stage, the distinguished guests in the arena were neither surprised nor afraid, they even began to shout excitedly, looking forward to the next development of events, but no one thought that the other party could get out of the manor alive, as we all know, that guy Carrigan's temper was not good, so some acquaintances had already begun to discuss, whether this daredevil, who came out of nowhere, was thrown to the werewolf as an appetizer, or broke his hands and feet, Give it to some powerful people who have a perverted fetish and abuse.

"That's the end of your revelry."

Sean calmly stepped into the cage, the werewolf twisted off the head of the last challenger, its thick hair stained with blood, and it stared at the self-killed human, its sharp fangs bared.

He stretched out his palm slightly, outlining a wonderful trajectory of sparkling stars, and a tiny ring gradually took shape, and after many days of training in Kama Taj, it would no longer be like before, due to the excessive violent disorder of energy, which caused the magic to fail.

This is Sean's latest idea, inspired by Kama Taj's magic system, to forge a stable output tool with spirit to transmit energy in the body, and at the same time to use the mind to forge weapons - this unique idea has been recognized and appreciated by the Supreme Mage.

The young man put on the golden and shining ancient ring, pointed at the werewolf who was rushing towards him, and his mind communicated energy, and the body was formed, like a lava-like flame throwing spear suddenly formed, setting off a rolling heat wave, directly blasting the beast's head!

Before everyone in the arena could exclaim, Sean unleashed his mind to envelop the audience, and opened a flickering magic circle with strong spiritual power, and hundreds of flaming spears burst out of the darkness, piercing the chests of the heavily armed mercenaries, like a judgment ruling falling from the sky, and the blazing heat burned the flesh and blood into ashes!

“…… The man on the path of justice, surrounded by selfish and tyrannical wickedness, blesses with mercy and kindness to lead the weak through the dark valley, he guards his brothers, and searches for lost children. With great hatred and incomparable anger I will kill those who seek to poison my companions, and when I take revenge, they will know that I am Jehovah. ”

The manor's security system was easily breached by Skynet, and the passionate chorus came out of the radio, it was Hallelujah in "Messiah", the magnificent and atmospheric chanting and singing, mixed with the Old Testament passages chanted by young people, making the manor full of darkness and sin full of an indescribable sense of sacredness, as if in a church of worship.

Mordo, who was walking with Sean, was standing at the door of the metal fence at this time, a flame shield of energy structure stood in front of him, blocking the metal bullets like a storm, and he held a machine gun picked up from the mercenary in his hand, and swept through it like a typewriter, beating the security personnel who rushed down into a sieve.

The scene was violent and bloody.

The black mage listened to the Hallelujah chorus and muttered, "I execute a righteous judgment for God!" ”

In the center of the arena, Sean stood in a huge iron cage, and the rich and powerful who were ready to watch a good show scattered in all directions, and in the passionate singing of Hallelujah, they fled in all directions like a group of devils who shined on the sun.

The luxurious clothes and calm appearance are like a delicate coat that has been ripped off at this moment, and the ugly side of human nature is undoubtedly revealed. When money and power cannot provide them with security, these high-ranking magnates are no different from ordinary people.

On all sides of the wall below the arena, the metal gates opened to both sides, and several huge werewolves roared out, they were inferior beasts, unable to transform into human beings at will, so they were banished and ostracized by their kind, and they were not accepted by humans, they were a group of homeless poor creatures.

So Carrigan cooperated with the Bloodlines to capture werewolves as an arena gimmick to attract more guests, and most of the Chechen militants were torn to shreds by these good dogs. Now, the former mercenary leader has asked them to deal with Sean.

The young man smiled slightly, his mind turned, the ring on his hand flashed with lava fire, and the majestic energy poured from his body into the structural ring that resembled a transit station in a stable state, and a miniature cross Gatling made of gold appeared out of thin air.

With a boom, a volley of werewolves was torn apart by the furious energy, a shocking hole was opened in the chest, and it fell, and the remaining few crazy beasts suddenly stopped their progress and retreated backwards, but Carrigan, who was watching everything through the surveillance camera, how could he allow this to happen, the collar on his neck burst into lightning, and the intense pain rushed straight to his head, and their strong bodies bent down, letting out a wail like begging for mercy.

"Don't let anyone want to leave tonight." In the sound of grand music, Sean seemed to be stepping on a drum, holding a golden cross Gatling in one hand, and a dazzling fire burst out!