CHAPTER XXVIII

Two kilometres away, Morton cautiously headed in the direction of the Colosseum.

His eyes, glowing with a greedy and cruel green glow in the dim light, were like an old wolf staring at the bloodstains of his wounded prey.

After a near-humiliating defeat and escape from the Guardian Tower, Morton, like Roy, felt the terrifying coercion. It can even be said that he was able to escape in the end, to a certain extent, thanks to the blessing of the red demon that suddenly came.

As Roy turned around to guard the tower, Morton infiltrated the demonic encirclement.

At that time, he had already seen the terrible red figure, and his only thought was to find a place to hide and hold out until the end of this disaster.

However, at the last moment, what he saw made him change his mind - the red demon was actually injured!

When he saw Leo turn and run, and the demon pursued in a rage, Morton followed without hesitation.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits.

This Eastern proverb has always been the motto of mercenaries.

Carefully cutting through a grove, Morton quickened his pace. It seems that the gathering of humans has attracted all the demons to the past, and he has rarely encountered a team of wandering demons along the way. Because of this, he can always keep his eyes on the target.

However, as the movement increased, the pain from the wounds on the body also became intense.

Morton's expression was a little hideous.

This kind of pain did not make him feel painful, but filled him with a bloodthirsty excitement.

Thanks to the brunette boy, Morton suffered one of the most humiliating defeats of his life. Not only was he scarred, but the Thunderstorm Mercenary Regiment's exploration team, which totaled more than two hundred people, was wiped out, burying the elite forces that had been painstakingly cultivated for many years!

This is both for Morton himself and for the Thunderstorm Mercenaries. All a fatal blow.

This means that the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group has actually degenerated from a super mercenary group to an ordinary large mercenary group.

If you change to another mercenary group, maybe there will be a chance to come again. But for the Thunderstorm Mercenary Regiment, which is at war with the Ice Star Mercenary Group and has countless blood debts on its body, this is tantamount to a catastrophe.

Morton is well aware. No opponent will miss the opportunity to fall into the well.

Even now, he could almost foresee hordes of opponents pounce on them like wolves, tearing the Thunderstorm Mercenaries to pieces.

And without the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group, Morton himself is just a lost dog.

Wealth, power...... Everything he has now will be wiped out in the pursuit and humiliation of his opponents.

For Leo, Morton simply hated it.

If you have the chance. He will definitely torture this kid to death by the most cruel means, so that every second before he dies will be spent in pain and regret.

Originally, Morton thought the chances were slim. But what he didn't expect was that at this time, fate took a big turn.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, like a huge pie, fell in front of him.

And this opportunity. Not only was he able to complete his revenge, but he even gave a gift that was enough to make the most powerful man in the world jealous.

A level 12 demon!

On the run. Morton's heart was beating so fast that he could hear it.

In the eyes of human adventurers, the abyss is a place of countless riches, opportunities, and crises. There are countless treasured abyssal beasts here, with a variety of specialty minerals, plants, and things like fire spirits and black mythril. 10,000-year-old magic wood, the source of lava and other heavenly treasures.

However, the demon is the biggest obstacle to all this.

When killed, it turns into a puddle of black mud. There is no use in the slightest. But as masters of the abyss, they are omnipresent. Their bloodthirsty instincts make them regard adventurers as prey, and they are annoyed by one after another.

No adventurer wants to go to war with a demon if it weren't necessary. Because that would give you nothing but the power of the Dou Qi or the power of mana.

However, this situation will change drastically after the demon is promoted to the ninth level and reaches the fifth layer.

The ninth-level demon is the dividing ridge of demons.

At this level, demons not only possess intelligence comparable to that of humans and other races, but also, as their spiritual intelligence is turned on, their bodies will also change accordingly.

When killed, they will also turn into black mud. However, these black muds contain a large amount of abyssal power and demonic energy, and as long as they are sealed in metal containers within a prayer hour, they can be used for the concoction, forging, and refining of magical potions.

In the human world, this level of black mud has another name - a demon spirit.

Especially the demon spirits of the eleventh level and above, every drop is a priceless treasure.

Moreover, these elves are divided into different parts. The value varies depending on the location. The most valuable head demon spirit can't be bought even with money. Only the strongest and most noble super strong are qualified to have it, and if the strength is insufficient, even if you get it, you can't keep it.

However, it is not easy for eleventh level eleven goblins to get it.

For decades, there were very few people who dared to venture to the sixth layer of the abyss.

It was a realm that only a very few super-strong would dare to set foot in with caution.

Although Morton is also a holy area, it is only a thirty-step ladder and the power of three-level rules, and to venture to the sixth layer is simply to find death. Moreover, in the Thunderstorm Mercenary Regiment, his strength is already at the top. There was not even anyone in the regiment who could assist him in his adventures.

Therefore, when he saw that this red twelfth-level demon was injured, the greed in Morton's heart suddenly couldn't be suppressed.

Although he knew very well that even if he was injured, this demon was not something he could deal with, but since he was injured once, maybe there would be a second time...... Maybe it's because he was also planted in Leo's hands, and Morton somehow has some confidence in this kid.

If he didn't have the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to turn around and leave. But if there is a chance...... So, Morton followed all the way.

When he saw the demon and Leo's figure enter the Colosseum, he hesitated for a moment, carefully restrained his breath, and slowly touched the Colosseum.

However, Morton, who was carefully hiding with his head buried, did not see it, and at this moment, a flash of light wrapped in four figures suddenly shot from the void towards the Colosseum.

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By the time he fell into the entrance of the Beast's detention area, the Bow Spirit had fallen silent and returned control of his body to Roy.

Knowing that life and death were at stake, Roy struggled to get up despite the heart-rending pain coming from his body, and staggered towards the depths.

Banksar strode in.

When it saw its surroundings clearly, and saw the black-haired boy who was already walking backwards, it couldn't help but smile a little wickedly.

"Why do you still want to run," said Banksal, who was not in a hurry at this point, and followed Roy like an angler pulling a biting fish, enjoying the comfort of the final victory in his hands, "Do you think you can escape?"

Roy ran quickly into the depths, not speaking.

Your opponent has stepped into the trap and you have to step on it deeper!

"Tell you the truth," Banksar's footsteps, slowly and heavily, echoed through the enclosed prison area, "you're the most surprising human I've ever met, how long have you been born, twenty years, twenty-five years? ”

"What?" Roy looked back with some surprise at Banksall's words, "Does this make sense to you?"

"Humans are a wonderful race," said Banksal, "and you have a much shorter lifespan than many races, but you have become the ruler of the continent. It seems that no race has been able to compete with you for a long time......"

"For example, you're only twenty years old, but your strength is already approaching the eleventh-level Abyss Demon. It's unbelievable. If all human beings were like you, I am afraid that even the abyss would be occupied by you. But fortunately, a genius like you is also a very small minority among human beings. ”

It said, smiling slightly, "Okay, I think we should get to know each other, my name is Banksar, what about you?"

Roy looked into Banksar's gaze as if he had seen a ghost: "You asked my name?"

"Of course. A hint of cunning flashed in Banksar's eyes, "As an opponent who can make me so embarrassed, you have earned my respect. ”

Respect?Roy was a little stunned.

He never dreamed that one day he would hear such a word from the mouth of an abyssal demon.

From childhood to adulthood, abyssal demons, especially high-level demons, are synonymous with ruthlessness and cunning. They exist simply to set off the hero's brilliance in the bard's mouth.

But now, the demon actually said that he had earned its respect?

If you change someone, I'm afraid that your mind will be alive at this time. Roy, who grew up in the jungle of Warcraft, has a picture of a big spotted demon cat grabbing its prey and constantly stretching out its sharp claws to play with the prey back and forth to death.

"I still don't understand," Roy continued to move deeper into the box, "what does this mean to you?

As soon as he heard Roy's question, Banksar laughed.

"Not necessarily. "Since you can't run away, why don't you try?"

"Really?" Roy continued.

"Really. Banksar followed, approaching step by step, and the expression on his face became more and more hideous.

But at this moment, Roy suddenly stopped.

He stood behind the fourth gate of the Prison Penalty Zone, a look bordering on mockery on his face.

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