It is not my kind! Its heart will be different! It needs no mercy, it does not need sympathy! Fight! Please the gods with endless slaughter!

Fight! Fight!

If anyone could see the Arena of the Gods that Leo held tightly in his hand, they would definitely be shocked by the current Arena of the Gods. The pendant, which had been disguised as dark and dull, was now rusty, and a faint golden light shone from Leo's fingers, but everyone around was attracted by the fierce battle, and no one noticed the strangeness on Leo's side.

Full of demagogic language and the war drums in the sky, Leo's ears constantly whispered and encouraged his emotions, provoking the dark side that was silently hidden in his heart, cruelty, bloodthirsty, fanaticism, anger and other negative emotions surged into Leo's heart one after another.

The voices of countless legions and heroes are also stirring up Leo's ambitions: "Fight! Boundless killing allows you to have more legions! As long as you have us, conquering this continent is nothing, this is just the first step you take, kill all those who dare to stand in your way, this is just the beginning of your godhood, a new god of war is about to appear in this world!"

With the agitation and instigation in the Arena of the Gods, Leo's expression gradually began to distort, his originally handsome face was full of tyrannical expressions, and his whole temperament began to change in the direction of darkness, cruelty, and irritability.

At this moment, a warm hand suddenly fell on Leo's shoulder, and Prince Grantham's warm and caring voice sounded in Leo's ear: "Leo, are you okay?"

Prince Grantham's voice resounded in Leo's spiritual world like a bell, and in an instant it overshadowed the agitation and encouragement in the Arena of the Gods, and a trace of warmth in the palm of his hand dispelled the cold aura on Leo's body like a scorching sun.

Leo suddenly woke up, and instantly withdrew his mind from the Arena of the Gods, and a cold sweat immediately covered his body. He knew what he had just been through, and the Arena of the Gods was bewitching and changing his mind, trying to transform him into a puppet who knew nothing but killing and conquering.

After trembling for a moment, Leo turned his head, barely showing a smile on his face, and said gratefully to Prince Grantham, "No...... It's okay, Your Highness, I'm just sorry for the loss of the soldiers. ”

"Well, it's fine!" Prince Grantham nodded to Leo and turned out to check on the rest of the battle. However, when His Royal Highness the Prince turned around, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyebrows, just now he clearly felt that Leo's body was full of strange aura, but after Leo turned around, it disappeared. Prince Grantham secretly took this matter to heart, now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, the battle has just begun, and there are still many places that need the prince's attention.

After Prince Grantham left, Leo exhaled softly, and a wave of fear welled up in his heart. If it weren't for Prince Grantham's interruption, I'm afraid that I would have been immersed in the negative emotions of the Arena of the Gods and turned into a murderous puppet.

Is this Arena of the Gods pendant really a sacred relic of the ancients? Is it really just a product of the entertainment of the gods? No matter how Leo looks at it now, it looks like an evil thing, only an evil object can be so demagogic and control the host into a puppet, it seems that he will have to touch this thing less in the future.

Leo wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and looked at the Achilles and Spartan warriors who were still fighting fiercely outside the fortress. A bright and holy armor made Achilles stand out among the hosts, and made him the focus of the orcs' primary attack, but this was exactly what Achilles wanted, whether it was the violent ape warriors or the sinister and cunning rats and cats, they could not stop his thirst for battle.

The orc warriors who kept falling at the feet of Achilles constantly stimulated the anger and fighting spirit of the surrounding ape warriors, and also shocked those vassal races. Except for some rat tribes who took advantage of Achilles' unpreparedness to secretly release a few poisoned arrows, no vassal race dared to touch his tiger might.

In the short time that Leo's mind was bewitched by the arena of the gods, the fierce fighting on the battlefield had already caused countless soldiers to fall on both sides. Although they did not have the strong bodies and strength of the orcs, the Spartan warriors' fighting will was not weaker than those orcs, and with their good military literacy and combat skills, coupled with well-crafted full equipment, countless orcs fell under the spears and swords of the Spartan warriors.

Those ape warriors also lost the arrogance and disdain they had when they started the war, and the human soldiers in front of them brought them not only death, but also let them know the power of humans. If they hadn't experienced this battle, the apes would never have thought that humans would be able to stop their attacks, but this time, the Spartan hoplites used their actions and head-on attacks to make these arrogant and violent ape warriors really feel the pain.

Whew!Whew!Two thick breaths exhaled from the nostrils of the ape clan patriarch Fan Crush, turning into two long dragon-like white mist in the cold late autumn season. Watching his people die in battle, Van Crushed felt that he was about to lose the anger in his heart. Even if the ape clan has a large population, it can't stand such consumption, these are the strongest young people in the ape clan, without these strong people, what can they do to fight with the lion clan?

"It seems that the combat power of the ape warriors has dropped too much compared to back then!" a strange voice sounded in Van Crush's ears, causing it to look back and glare angrily at the sarcastic snake priest.

"Hey, the Skull Shattering Patriarch is angry! Don't stare at me if you have the ability, it's true to let your warriors fight for breath, even losing the field battle to humans, don't you apes disgrace the Orc Empire?" The snake priest didn't care about Van Skull's glare, and still mocked it unforgivingly.

The snake clan and the ape clan are fighting for territory in the mountains and forests, and Fan Crushed knows that if it weren't for the orc emperor behind his back, they wouldn't dare to provoke the ape clan if they gave the snake clan a hundred lists, but now these cold and disgusting long worms are unscrupulously competing with the ape clan for the mountains and forests, just to give the lion people an excuse to intervene.

The other shamans were watching the snake priest provoke Van Skull, and the feud between the snake and ape tribes was none of their business, and as long as it did not harm their own interests, they would not participate in it at all.