It was a huge force, like a mountain, like a dark cloud that hung over the sky, and the black pressure pressed against the castle—but it ended up emanating from the massive body of the throne in the dark hall in the depths of the castle.

It was a Berserker, or rather a mutated Berserker - he had two heads, and each head had its own consciousness, and his body was several times larger than a normal Berserker, which gave him the strength to fight against the Enchanted Demon.

And with this power, Nicholas successfully eliminated other powerful demons on this rather small plane in the bottomless abyss, and was recognized by the Abyss Consciousness as a relatively weak demon lord.

"Disgusting scum. ”

"I am the ruler of this castle, your master, the demon lord Nicholas. ”

"You are lucky, my gladiatorial arena has just been built and I need a lucky one as a manager. ”

"When you fight to the last place, the lucky one is born. ”

The sly gaze of the Berserker swept across the hall, causing the one hundred and three Cowardly Demons to tremble violently - no one could confirm the truth of a Demon Lord's words, even if he himself said that he was telling the truth.

But what can be confirmed is that the fate of these hundreds of cowards has been decided.

"Now take them into the gladiatorial arena!"

Ignoring the cowards, Nicholas, the two-headed demon strode out of the hall, and when he reappeared, he was already in the position of the highest power in the gladiatorial arena, and one hundred and three cowards were also distributed weapons and shields, scattered in the huge crater of the huge gladiatorial arena.

"In the name of the Two-Headed Demon Lord, Nicholas, the gladiatorial fight begins!"

A ghost woman's shrill voice announced the start of the gladiatorial fight—there weren't many intelligent demons in this small plane, so most of the brain-needed work was done by the ghost woman—and all that paid was a handful of abyssal worms in the palm of the berserker's hands.

Kill!

Holding the spear in his hand, tightening the arm shield in his hand, Mouth seemed to be born to use these weapons - he slowly moved his body to the fence so that there would be no danger behind him, and then at the same time as the shrill cry of the ghost woman rang out, the spear in his hand quickly forward, already piercing the throat of a cowardly demon.

A shrill scream mixed with blood spread across the ground, and in a moment the cowardice who had been stabbed by the mouth was lifeless - and as soon as he stopped screaming, Ron felt a force pour from the darkness into his body, like a fight against the Abyssal Worm by the River Styx.

"Yes, it works well!"

And that's exactly what Nicholas the Two-Headed Demon was looking forward to—unlike his somewhat goofy appearance, he had a superior intellect, and had fought in the Abyssal Blood, which he had gained his current power.

When his strength was strong enough, he escaped from the bloody battle and came to this small abyssal plane, and gained the approval of the abyss consciousness. Grow into a Demon Lord.

However, Nicholas had even greater ambitions - he built this huge gladiatorial arena for the sake of power, and sprinkled the colosseum with the soil soaked in the blood of demons and demons countless times from the abyssal bloody plains - and the gladiatorial arena did not disappoint Nicholas.

"From now on, this will be the gladiatorial arena of bloody battles!"

With an ugly smile, Nugulas named the massive arena.

As the name suggests, if the killing between the demons of the ordinary plane is recognized by the abyss, and the victor can obtain one percent of the power of the dead, then in this bloody gladiatorial arena, the winner will be able to obtain ten percent of the strength of the dead, which is ten times the original one.

Although it is not as good as the conversion rate of 20% at the forefront of the bloody battle, it is enough for Nicholas.

With this bloody gladiatorial arena, then this small abyssal plane will continue to produce a steady stream of mid-level and even high-level demons - just need to provide enough cowardice, berserk demons, horned demons, and Flo demons can be said to have everything.

............

Kill!

At the top of the stands, the Demon Lord's mind was unknown to Mouth, but he knew that under the power infused into the darkness, he had become stronger, and even the spear in his hand was a little lighter—and under the lure of the blood and flesh of the cowardly demons killed by the mouth, several cowards dropped their weapons and fell on the bodies of their dead kind.

From the moment they entered the castle gates, no, since the end of the night battle a few days ago, the cowards had not eaten, and hunger haunted them, so that the cowards lost their minds the moment they saw edible food—the cowards were biting and pushing each other, just like that night.

Kill!

Rather than the hunger from his stomach and the smell of blood that dripped from the corners of his mouth, Mouth cared more about his own life - so he clutched his spear, occasionally aiming at the cowards who were frantically gnawing at each other to kill them, and guiding more cowards to tear the corpses.

By the time Mouth's spear was withdrawn from the Coward's body for the thirtieth time, his body had changed dramatically - his body was no longer cylindrical, but had obvious muscular lines, and his limbs no longer looked like bamboo poles, but were also full of muscles, and even the Coward's originally round head had two blunt horns.

At the same time, Mouth also discovered that there were four or five of his own kind around the food—they also had blood stains on their crude spears, and apparently had killed other cowards as well—and in fact, it was Mouth's actions that reminded several clever cowards that they had learned from Mouth to hunt the other cowards and drag their corpses away from the fight to fill their stomachs.

Then, they returned to the scene of the fight and began to kill the other cowards - instinct had taught them that killing their own kind would give them power, so they silently opened their mouths and excitedly communicated with each other telepathically.

"Keep fighting!"

"All I need is one lucky winner!"

Slowly bending down to pick up a severed limb from the ground and stuff it into a large mouth, Mouth clenched the spear in his hand, and rounded the pile of cowardly corpses to approach the other four or five cowards - the lord above his head had made it clear that only the only victor was what he needed, so Mouth had to kill all of his kind!

The other cowards apparently heard the Demon Lord's words as well, and they didn't hesitate to pick up their spears, two of them running briskly towards the mouth, while the next three also handed out their spears - only at this distance, they couldn't reach the mouth - and they didn't have to reach the mouth, because their target was the two cowards running in front of them!