As soon as the words fell, the situation in the gladiatorial arena changed abruptly, and Fell, who was wrapped in white armor, suddenly exerted his strength, and shook Gu Lie away with a punch. The hands wrapped in armor slammed into the air.

I saw that the ancient words on Fair's face lit up again, and then the pitch-black energy barrier that originally surrounded him disappeared, and instead white points of light appeared around him, which were sometimes elongated, and sometimes seemed to be pulled into a circle by some force.

Gu Lie's expression was extremely solemn, and the blood-colored energy lines scattered in the air were absorbed into his body by him at the same time, and then he saw his originally emaciated body suddenly swell, and in an instant, blood-colored hairs grew out, and Gu Lie transformed into a beast form at the last moment.

In addition to the blood-colored fur, the claws on Gu Lie's arms were also quite strange, and the hook-like claw blades had a piercing blood light, as if they had just torn apart a creature. Gu Lie roared suddenly, and his huge body rushed forward, but Fell retreated again and again, and at the same time, the white points of light that were originally around him came to life at this moment, they were not changing shapes in a chaotic manner, but at this time, they all changed into warheads emitting white light, and at the same time, they shot towards Gu Lie who rushed towards him.

The power of the bullet is not too great, and it can only splash blood flowers on Gu Lie's body, but the number of bullets is too much, just like a storm of bullets, which firmly rolls Gu Lie in the most central position. The ancient words on Fair's face grew brighter and brighter, and the white light made up more and more warheads.

In the end, Gu Lie failed to rush in front of Fell, and his huge body was blown upside down. Slammed into the platform, if it weren't for his claws clapping into the metal floor at the critical moment, it would have been enough to make him fall into a lightning trap under the platform.

Fell's expressionless hands folded, and the moment his hands parted, a long sword made of dazzling white light appeared in his right hand, and his left hand suddenly clenched into a fist. Countless white points of light suddenly converged towards his arm, and the next moment it turned into a huge tower shield. At the same time, the ancient black text on the top of Phil's head came alive again, forming black lines on the white shield.

Gustav stood abruptly, his hands clasped on the railing of the rostrum, the alloy railing twisted and twisted under his large withered hands, making a tooth-aching screeching sound. Count Slais looked at Gustav with interest, and at this moment, Numa quickly walked up to the earl, lowered his head and was about to say something.

But the Count raised his hand to stop him. Then he stood up and took Numa aside.

"Can you find out where this Fell came from?" Count Slais asked expectantly.

Numa nodded, then lowered his voice and said, "The subordinates have already checked it very clearly. Indeed, as you might think, this Fell and Gustav have a deep relationship. ”

"A deep relationship?" Slais looked at Gustav who was staring at the Colosseum again, and couldn't help asking, "Tell me about it!" ”

"In his early years, Gustav was just an obscure high-ranking zombie of the undead. There is no hope of breaking the baron's threshold in this life, but he is lucky. The evolution of the undead is not like the blood and wolf clans, and it is important to pay attention to the purity of the bloodline. More of the undead are relying on the virus in their bodies to mutate many times and thus begin to evolve. This Gustav was given such an opportunity, and he obtained a very peculiar virus. This virus is called bipolar. The black virus energy has a strong defense, while the white virus energy has a strong attack power. It was the existence of this bipolar virus that made Gustav the Marquis of the strength of the undead, and the strength of this virus also made him the title of the king of war. ”

Count Slais couldn't help but look at Fell in the gladiatorial arena. Isn't the ability of one black and one white, one defense and one attack the embodiment of the ability of the bipolar virus?

No wonder he was so surprised. A bipolar virus alone is enough to create a king of war, and this Phil is not simple. ”

Slais waved his hand, and Numa bowed and stepped back. He slowly walked to his seat. He sat down again, then looked at Gustav and said in a calm tone, "Why, Lord Marquis knows this Fer. Why so much attention to his game? ”

Watching Phil put his sword across Gullie's neck and win this game, Gustav breathed a sigh of relief. Then sit back in your seat!

"This Fer has a lot of potential, and it would be a shame to lose here." Gustav replied with a smile.

Count Slais glanced at the two handprints on the railing and smiled, but did not answer.

Gustav frowned, glanced at Slais and beckoned to Robroyd, who lowered his body and leaned his ear closer.

"Use your abilities to give Fair a message and make him lose the next final. Bipolar can't be exposed, this guy Shrees must have noticed it a long time ago, and brought this Phil back to my territory secretly, I have a lot of things to ask him. ”

Rob Royd nodded, and then slowly retreated. Count Slais didn't seem to see anything, just beckoned, Numa stood on the rostrum with the microphone again, and announced: "The last player to enter the third round of the final day is Fair. ”

As soon as the words ended, the audience erupted in warm applause and cheers, and in the gladiatorial arena, Fell sat on the ground, speeding up his recovery, while Gu Lie was sent on a stretcher by the medical staff, and then carried down.

At this moment, Fair's gaze fell on Allen's body, and his sharp eyes were full of crazy battle intent, not at all like a calm warrior. Alan originally thought that with Fair's style of play, his character must be very stable, but when Alan saw the other party's eyes full of crazy fighting intent, he realized that he was wrong. The real terrible thing about Phil is that he is a crazy belligerent man, but he can execute it in the safest and most depressing way for the ultimate victory.

Alan took a deep breath and couldn't help but scold Numa over and over again, the information he sent was completely useless. If Alan really prepared according to the information he received, I am afraid that he would die a terrible death.

"Ten minutes later, the game continues!" Numa's voice came, and Alan ignored Fair's warlike gaze, and began to close his eyes and recuperate, thinking carefully about his countermeasures.

That's when it happened. Alan suddenly felt a surge of energy rush through the ground. This energy is extremely weak, if it weren't for Alan sitting on the ground at the moment, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all, he secretly opened a gap, and a thin line of energy in his vision was actually connected to Fair's body.

This energy is very strange, and Alan can be sure that it is a toxin, a highly toxic energy body. But apparently this toxin energy is not here to attack Fer, but more like a message.

Alan saw Fair's face with a hint of hesitation and struggle, and finally the other party couldn't help but sigh. Then he slowly stood up, and he looked up at the rostrum. Then he shouted, "I'm out of the game!" ”

As soon as the words came out, Alan was stunned in place, and even the entire gladiatorial arena fell silent in an instant. Count Slais couldn't help but slam his fist on the chair's deputy, directly slapping the chair he was sitting on into powder, and he slammed his feet up and walked to the guardrail. His eyes were sharp and he looked at Fell in the gladiatorial arena.

Alan felt a tremendous pressure rushing over his face, and then the entire gladiatorial arena was filled with a thick blood, as if the sky was about to collapse. Fair, who bore the brunt of the attack, suddenly turned pale, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. He staggered back dozens of steps before he fell to his knees. He struggled to hold his back. Resisting the tremendous pressure, his arms were clubbed on the ground, and his fists even pressed the steel plate into a dent. However, the difference in strength with Count Sleith was too huge, and after a while, Fell could no longer maintain a half-kneeling posture. He slammed into the ground.

"What are you when I was Bloody Gladiatorial Darth? Come and go as you want? Now that you've entered the third round of the finals, you want to retire if you don't play? Count Slais's voice was cold, revealing an irresistible majesty, and then asked word by word. Who gave you such guts? ”

"It's me!"

Gustav stood up suddenly, and Alan felt the sky light up suddenly. The rich blood color was suddenly obscured by the white light, and the next moment the blood-colored sky dome was torn apart, and then Count Slais turned his head angrily to look at Gustav.

"What do you mean, Lord Marquis? Shall you be stronger than me and be my enemies on my territory? Count Srice sneered, his eyes had turned red, and sharp teeth came out of his lips, obviously Count Slacks were ready for battle.

Although Gustav's strength is stronger than that of Count Sleith, this is Hesse Castle, and he is also a guest here. If there is a war with the master, it means that an undead power marquis invades the territory of the Blood Count. This is absolutely not allowed in the council, and the members of the council are particularly important to the territory, and once the war starts, it will evolve into an invasion of the undead against the blood, and eventually lead to a full-scale war between the two races.

So although Gustav was not afraid of Shles, he had to smile and say, "We all know the rules of the council, so you don't have to be so nervous, Earl. The reason why I asked Fell to withdraw from the game was a bit hidden. ”

Hearing Gustav's tone soften, Count Slais put away his coercion, his handsome face returned to its original state, and he still said expressionlessly: "I want to hear it!" ”

"As you know, the undead have a scarcity of powerhouses, and they are at the bottom of the four major races. In recent years, the younger generation of our clan has been a little young, so the clan is very anxious. Gustav said this, his eyes fell on Fell, who had just gotten up from the ground, "This Fell's body contains a special virus, which may be the future of our race." So I don't allow him to be hurt in the slightest, and if the Earl wants to blame me, don't be embarrassed by these juniors. How about I give away the city I bet on for your loss? ”

Count Slais actually wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to directly wipe out Fell, and the role of a powerful marquis who has grown up is huge. Look at the reparations made by Gustavus, a city for a future marquis. Although he was a little reluctant in his heart, he couldn't do anything after Gustav said it, Count Srice finally nodded, and his face softened slightly: "Don't mind, Lord Marquis, my bloody gladiatorial competition has been held for so many years, and I have never met a contestant who abstained in the third round on the final day. So I'm overreacting, I can understand what you're saying, but how do I explain that to the audience who came here? ”

Count Slais still didn't let go, but instead threw a difficult problem over. Gustav cursed in his heart, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all, he took the microphone next to him, then cleared his throat and said to the audience.

"Brothers and sisters of the council, now the offensive of the human race is unabated, and there is a great tendency to intensify, and although my race is as strong as a cloud, it is quite weak among the younger generation, so I am here, cheekily plead for Fair, he has a virus in his body that is very valuable to the undead, and there is no room for error. Today, the loss caused to you is borne by the undead. After the tournament is officially over, you can receive a compensation of 100 gold coins with your admission ticket. ”

As soon as Gustav's words came out, the audience couldn't help but explode. After all, a hundred gold coins is not a small amount, and now there are 30,000 spectators in the entire gladiatorial arena, so Gustav will have to come up with three million gold coins. Even Count Sleith was a little stunned, he never imagined that Gustav would use such direct means to solve this problem, and Count Slais even had the urge to kill Fell directly. Gustav valued him so much that he would surely become a powerhouse of the undead in the future. However, he forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and it was understandable that he acted in a fit of anger at the time, and now that Gustav has said the words of compensation, if he is doing it, the intention is too obvious.

Gustav smiled and put down the microphone, then looked at Count Slais and asked, "Look, are you satisfied with my handling of this?" ”

"Three million, the Marquis is really a big deal. Under admiration、Really admire。 ”

Count Srice didn't say much, and Numa stepped forward at this time, picked up the microphone, and then announced loudly: "Since Fell retired from the competition, then the champion of this tournament is Mr. Eastreven." Although today's game is over, don't forget that three days later, there will be a life-and-death battle between Mr. Robroyd of the undead and Mr. Eastriden, the new champion! ”

Alan stood up and raised his head, his gaze falling on Rob Lloyd, who was also looking at him.

The other party smiled slightly, suddenly gave a thumbs up, and then made a throat-slitting motion.

Alan smiled and turned to leave the arena! (To be continued.) )