Asrog watched how to dismantle the prey in front of him, and thought to himself, why didn't he bring the big leather bag with the meat, and it was better to bring some back to Arag (his pet dog). Poor Arag's mouth has been weak for more than ten days, and there is nothing to eat in this human world.

Poor troll gladiator, after holding out for a quarter of an hour, one of his thighs was first chopped off by Asrog. Asrog happily took a bite of meat, chewed loudly, and pounced again! "Boom!" The giant gladiator was dismantled, and the thick aura was sucked away.

Asrog was sucking in the evil qi while gnawing on the flesh and blood, which was very comfortable, and he didn't care that the three of Akon were fighting with the other two gladiators, devouring the rare delicacy by himself. I saw that he sucked a lot of evil qi, and after devouring dozens of catties of flesh and blood, he suddenly threw away a thigh bone in his hand, and roared up to the sky, the sound was earth-shattering!

I saw that he let out a long howl, and even cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and those teeth were still growing! The two canine teeth actually stretched an inch longer! The two short black horns on the head began to grow longer and twisted like the horns of an antelope, and they grew a foot! He clutched his head in pain and screamed as if it was about to crack. There were faint runes circulating on the long black horns, flashing with a metallic sheen.

Then, his body began to grow larger, and the bursting muscles actually broke the red skin, and Asrog screamed and tore at his own skin, as if it was a tight underwear, torn apart, and then torn off by him piece by piece. The newly-born dark red skin inside is more delicate and tough, covered with fine scales!

There was also a sharp black horn on his elbow and knee, which seemed to be an extension of the arm and knee bones, and if his opponent was hit by his elbow and knee, he would probably be hit hard by the black sharp horn like a short cone!

The long, dark red tail with a long black thorn at the tip snaked insidiously behind it.

There are also claws and claws, which are also harder and sharper than before, flashing with metallic brilliance, even with bare hands, and it seems to have brought a murder weapon, which makes people shudder.

Asrog, he's evolved! Could it be that he is already a real demon now?!

Asrog, who was knotted in muscles and taller than before, put his weapon in front of him, and recited a complicated spell in his mouth, and after a while, the weapons flashed dark red flames, and the flames became more and more intense, emitting thick black smoke, wrapping several weapons in a difficult way.

It took about ten minutes for the flames to fade away, as if absorbed into his weapon. A long-handled, three-strand fork with a long iron chain attached to its tail appeared in Asrog's hand, with sharp tips and barbs. The black iron chain was wrapped around Asrog's body......

Just as Asrog was mutating, Akon, who was firing a thunderbolt in the distance, suddenly hugged his head and kept wailing, as if something in his head was growing rapidly and was about to burst from the inside! Zhang Fan Luyi didn't know why, and immediately returned to the defense, protecting his side, staring nervously at the scene on the field, anxious.

However, the two remaining gladiators also seemed a little frightened, and did not attack, but just watched Asrog and Aken's performance strangely and vigilantly. The painful expressions and movements of the two are exactly the same!

In Akon's body, a blood-colored rune floated from his chest, and the rune was rapidly expanding, all kinds of weird symbols were increasing, and the structure of the rune was also undergoing earth-shaking changes! It wasn't until Asrog's body was formed and his weapon was fixed that the symbol slowly stabilized, slowly rotated, and returned to Akon's body.

Zhang Fan pasted a spirit ticket on him to stabilize his spiritual power, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Asrog has just advanced, and Akon is also very dangerous, if he can't withstand it, it is estimated that this demon will probably backfire! But it's okay now, and I've finally survived.

In fact, if Akon hadn't been washed by Zhang Fan's karmic fire and I Ching, washed away countless bad karma, had a broader mind, stronger tolerance, and exercised his ability to endure pain, I'm afraid this time it would be really auspicious! Even Asrog didn't expect that his master would really be able to accommodate his skyrocketing liliang! This makes the demon evolve to a demon, although the level is only one level, but this is the real demon, the real demon, there must be a prefix in front of the name!

"I, the Son of Slaughter...... Asrog ...... Pledge your allegiance! Asrog, a demon who was more than two meters tall, strode up to Akon, shook the three-strand fork, and the iron chain "rattled", and said loudly.

Akon looked up and looked at Asrog with fixed eyes, not making a sound, just staring at him.

"I, Asrog, the Son of Slaughter, pledge my allegiance to you!" Asrog repeated one side again. Akon still ignored him, just staring at him with cold eyes.

Asrog was a little embarrassed, thought for a while, knelt on one knee, held the three-strand fork in his left hand, touched his chest with his right hand, bowed his head respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "I, Asrog, the son of slaughter, am loyal to you, and will never betray you in your lifetime!" ”

The blood-colored rune on Akon's chest slowly floated out, and Akon said coldly: "If you are not willing to be loyal to me in your heart, you can take it back now, your name." I'll give you back your freedom......"

Asrog didn't dare to raise his head, trembled all over, and said in a deep voice: "My lord, my name Asrog is yours, and my life is yours, and my loyalty is beyond doubt. Demons can lie, but they will not allow betrayal of their name! Because that is the source of our liliang, betraying the name, I will lose this killing liliang! ”

"Excellent! Remember your words here and now, in my lifetime. Akon warned in a cold voice, "Maybe my liliang is not as good as you, but since I can accept your name, I have the wisdom to deprive you of your liliang, the strong is not necessarily the strength of Liliang, the strength lies in the heart, in the wisdom." Do you remember? ”

"I remember." Asrog's head was lower.

"Haode, I accept your allegiance, you get up." Akon nodded, and then let Asrog go. The latter was already sweating profusely, and he would rather fight a monster a hundred times stronger than that troll gladiator than face the cold eyes of Master Akon. He felt in his heart that his master might be very small, and he might be able to pinch him to death with just one finger. But the look in his eyes just now clearly made him feel fear, fear from the bottom of his heart. As if he knew everything about himself. As long as he wants to, there is a way to deprive himself of Liliang, which is more painful than killing himself.

Perhaps it was a huge mistake to make a tentative contempt for yourself. This planted the seed of a demon tree in the heart of his master, and perhaps one day, it will blossom and bear fruit. Asrog regretted it.

"I'm a little tired from killing these monsters that are trying to invade us." Akon said tiredly.

"As you wish, master!" Asrog stroked his chest and bowed his head, put the three-strand fork behind him, and then turned into a puff of black smoke with a "bang-" sound, disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of a gladiator. The burly gladiator was as fragile as a little boy in front of the demon Asrog.

"Ridiculous stuff, only worthy of my food." Asrog looked down at the gladiator, much shorter than himself, and smirked. Then he reached out and grabbed the gladiator, who had no power to resist, in his hand, and then tore it in half, sprinkling a rain of blood. He nibbled as he walked towards the other gladiator.

The gladiator shuddered and hissed in fear, which made Asrog even more pleasant, as a demon in the name of killing, he shared the same hobby as the Colosseum, which was to hear the terrified cries of his opponents. The enemy's devastating eyes, and desperate expressions, were as intoxicating as the succubus's moans and coquettish writhing.

"Don't be afraid, I'm full. Hey! Asrog smirked and threw away the bloody arm in his hand, and actually calmed the gladiator who was trembling with fright, "If you surrender to me now, I can consider letting you go." ”

Although the gladiator was enlightened by the evil qi, he still couldn't resist the fear, and his body trembled like chaff.

"Kneel, I forgive you." Asrog shouted in a deep voice.

The gladiator really knelt down, Asrog put his hand on his head, twisted it hard, and even twisted off the gladiator's big head, "Hehe, you can believe the demon's words, I haven't eaten yet......" Asrog inhaled hard, sucking a ball of evil qi into his body, "It's really a pleasant meal for me!" ”

"You're such a likable fellow—" The clouds over the arena watched Asrog torment his opponent, rolling with excitement and letting out a pleasant roar.

Asrog looked up to the sky and said: "You are really good here, I want to leave a coordinate, and I will come to play often in the future!" Haha! You won't mind. ”

"Welcome—" The aura above the arena conjured up a large, hideous head and roared as it reached Asrog. Both of them are guys who love to kill and fight, and they have a similar smell.

"But you still have one more game......" The huge, hideous head shrank back with a smirk.

Asrog grabbed the corpses of the two gladiators, and on the colosseum, using their blood, drew a strange rune. This rune and his paranormal clinic in rosacea. It's pretty much the same. The evil qi in the sky above the arena was not in a hurry, but patiently waited for Asrog to finish. In this space, time is the richest thing for it......

When the blood-drawn rune array took shape, it slowly disappeared into the sandy soil of the gladiatorial arena......