There were still six groups of gladiators left on the battlefield, and two of them were still fighting the beasts at the bottom of the tower, and they couldn't get up for a while. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and three groups also began to climb after seeing the actions of Butcher and Ricas. Together, they encircled the two-legged dragon from all sides, trapping the two-legged dragon in the middle, but neither dared to fight the two-legged dragon first.

Butcher threatened the bipedal dragon with his greatsword to fold his wings, then approached Rikas and whispered, "The bipedal wyvern is poisonous, claws and teeth are all there, don't get hurt!"

Rikas nodded. He used the afterglow of his eyes to look in the direction of the throne and saw the Witch King standing up! Zhao Mai analyzed that the clearer the battle situation, the more likely it was that the Witch King would leave the stands and start executing his plan. The only thing that kept him in the venue was a need, a need for vigorous vitality. The more excited, agitated, or frightened a person is, the greater this power is contained. Once the Witch King starts moving, it means doing it as soon as possible.

But the bipedal wyvern kept flapping its wings, jumping up and down the tower, and constantly threatening it with its teeth and claws. It can block the angle of an attack at any time. No, such a risk cannot be taken!

Rikas spat out the heartwood spear and grabbed it with his left hand. "Butcher, follow me to the left!"

He lunged at the enemy on his own side on the same platform, spear and prosthetic sword stabbing out at the same time. The opponent used shields and scimitars to block, and the clanging battle came together, exchanging attacks and defenses many times in an instant. Seeing an opportunity, the bipedal wyvern also turned around, stretching out its claws and teeth to attack. Fortunately, Butcher arrived in time and used his greatsword to force the troublesome guy back.

"Quick!" shouted Ricas, "cut the chains!"

Butcher immediately understood his teammate's tactics. The bipedal wyvern is bound to the top of the tower, with heavy chains tied to its feet, so that it can not fly far and cannot fly far, only jumping and hovering in place. If you want to kill the two-legged dragon, the current restraint state is naturally the best, but the goal of the two of them is not the Wyvern at all, but the Witch King! As long as the Wyvern flies, the upper two platforms will be empty, and there will be the best attack angle!

Butcher raised his greatsword, his arms converging with all the strength of his body, and his swollen muscles crunched with overwhelming weight. Then, a flash of white light flashed, and the greatsword fell like thunder, striking the chains. A loud and sharp sound that pierced the eardrum erupted, and in an instant, it even overwhelmed the audience who were screaming and tsunami. Countless fragments flew in all directions, and the greatsword was only broken by its roots, and its chains were broken in half.

"This chain is no ordinary steel!" cried Butcher, drenched in blood. The flying shards of the greatsword caused more than a dozen wounds on his body, large and small, and the deepest shards had sunk under his skin and pierced into his internal organs. Rikas wasn't in good condition either, with his back to the chains causing him to have a wound on his back. However, the Moors remained silent and continued to fight their opponents.

In the middle of the fight, Rikas glanced at the chains with his peripheral vision, then jerked his opponent and jumped backwards. "Butcher, take over!" If it were someone else, this time the swap would expose a huge flaw, and not everyone would be able to hold off the enemy for others when they were without their primary weapon. However, Butcher didn't say a word, threw the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand over, and grabbed the back of the opponent's scimitar with his big hand while the sword and shield soldiers were parrying.

Pick up your fist, regardless of the difference in material between the Flesh Fist and the Steel Shield, and slam it like a giant wooden bell. After three loud bangs, the sword and shield soldier staggered back, slipped his feet, and with his sunken shield and bent knife, he fell under the high platform, and Butcher raised his head to the sky and roared! Although his hands were covered in blood from the impact and scratches, he was now undoubtedly the strongest warrior on the tower.

Rikas took a step back, raised his right arm and slashed downward, his sword and chain striking and shooting out countless sparks. The tremors touched the wound, which brought blood, dripping onto the sands of Attath.

He didn't know it, his mutilated arm rose and fell, and his sword light flickered. The other gladiators understood his plan and thought that it would be more advantageous for the dragon to fly, so they held back and prepared to charge to the top at any time. Sensing the threat, the dragon moved to the other side, moving away from Rikas with the chains on his feet.

"No! don't go!" Rikas raised his arms again with all the strength of his life, "I'm setting you free!" he shouted, and the prosthetic blade of his sword slashed off.

The steel could not withstand the power of the flesh and blood, and burned into starlight and exploded. The chains can't trap the soul that wants to be free, and one day it will open its shackles. The bipedal dragon flapped its wings and flew into the sky, howling and rushing towards the spectators.

The audience's eyes were drawn to it, and the gladiators began to climb, and Rikas stood on the edge of the high platform, limping down. Butcher grabbed him and dragged him back. "Are you still angry?

Rikas was completely unconscious in his right arm, but his left hand was still firmly gripping the Heartwood Spear. The Muer slave grinned toothily and said, "Let's end this!"

Butcher threw his right hand upwards and threw Rikas directly to the top of the platform, who raised his spear and aimed it at the other gladiators who were fighting. This warrior, who was missing an arm, undoubtedly succeeded in attracting everyone's attention again. As for the Wyvern, under the combined siege of the Templars who maintained order, they could not land at all, and could only flee by flying upwards.

The crowd chanted Ricas's name, their eyes fixed on the last weapon on his body, unsure of which opponent he would throw at and how he would deal with the aftermath. He's got only one hand left, can he win, can he be free?

Unexpectedly, the spear he raised turned around and aimed at Butcher, who immediately raised his spear and aimed it at him. There was an uproar, followed by a moment of silence. Even the Witch King leaned over the railing, staring at the dramatic scene on the high platform. In an instant, a thunderous roar erupted from the stands, and thousands of voices were instigating the two strongest gladiators to divide the victory.

"I want to be free!" Rikas said.

"All I need to do is kill the Witch King. Butcher smiled.

With that, the two of them turned together, facing the king's direction. Karrak's eyes widened suddenly, and the flames in his pupils swelled suddenly.

At that moment, a golden hammer of lightning shot out from the nobleman's seat and struck an invisible barrier on the edge of the terrace, bursting with brilliant red and blue sparks—and Satili attacked, shaking the playground with a deafening loud bang. At the same time, on the other side, Cotander held the staff in one arm and chanted incantations, and a red scythe-shaped lightning flew out of the staff and crashed into the stands.

A wall of multicolored mana emerges from the stands, and everyone sees it. Before everyone could exclaim, the wall of power flickered, then turned into foam and dissipated.

Karak roared, and psychic abilities surged down like an avalanche, sweeping through the arena. In his fantasy, he is the supreme dragon of Tyre, whose sight and voice can make the difference between life and death for all. With his psychic abilities, a dragon's phantom was gradually creating on the towering walls of the arena, claws clutching the walls and looking down. But at that moment, Rikas moved.

Heartwood spears pierced Karak's chest, entering from front and flying out from behind. The blood of the Witch King splashed to all corners of the stands, and the phantom of the dragon immediately dissipated. (To be continued.) )