When the distance between the two narrowed to a certain point, the paladin drew a heavy greatsword from behind his back.

"My name is Ryker. What's your name?"

As soon as this sentence came out, he immediately regretted it.

Damn it.

He almost used this place as a training ground for the Holy See, thinking that the guy opposite was a comrade who practiced with him. Due to the inertia of thinking, he politely said such an opening sentence.

But the thing on the other side is clearly a vampire!

Aliens and demons don't deserve respect!

And at this moment, what made the paladin even more angry was that the vampire on the other side had not knocked him with a straight eye in the first place. Following the vampire's gaze, the paladin caught a glimpse of the equally transparent dueling arenas. But unlike here, there were not just two people inside those dueling arenas, but a large group of duelists with different looks.

But that doesn't make it look so long.

The paladin's breathing became heavy.

The damn creature in front of him didn't even take him seriously!

Swish!

The greatsword unleashed a gust of wind, the knight's muscular arms bulging, and the powerful slash carried a lot of rage, from top to bottom, as if it was about to split Armand in half.

Scold!

In the frenzied air current, another extremely subtle sound was perfectly muffled. The sword that accompanied Armand in his battle for the slums was like a venomous snake spitting out letters, and in the blink of an eye, the deadly blade pierced the crack in the armor of his neck, and a flower of blood bloomed.

"Oh, I found it."

Yun Fan flicked the specks of blood on the tip of the sword, and at this moment, with the vampire's powerful visual talent, he finally found his target. Tik, the little guard, was in a dueling arena and slashed left and right, harvesting, and it seemed that no one over there could hurt him, and Armand put his heart in his stomach.

The last of his opponents fell, and the little squire looked to the left and right, and his eyes lit up, and he also saw His Excellency the Prince, who was turning his head.

With a twist of his wrist, Yun Fan held the sword in his backhand and pointed forward, and the tail of the sword swept away the human corpse that had fallen to his knees and his upper body was about to smash on him.

All of this is like a flowing cloud, and in this kind of fight, the muscle memory of Armand and the twisted soul of the stranger dominate the mad swordsman's body, showing an extraordinary harmony of madness and grace.

"Such a swift sword!"

Suddenly, the voice of the divine envoy lingered in Yun Fan's ears, and the stranger could hear his amazement.

"Your Excellency the Mad Swordsman, you are one of my most favored candidates."

The oracle let out that piercing laugh again, and Yun Fan's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Is this a duel, or is it captivity?"

Yun Fan's tone was cold, not as polite as before.

"Duel? Captivity? No, no, no! No, Mad Swordsman, as I said earlier, our main purpose this time is to select, and we want to select enough good beings to include them and become part of our camp."

"Did you see those dueling arenas over there? Maybe you've wondered why so many duelists are assigned at one time in those places. Hmph, mad swordsman, I might as well be honest with you, most of this group can only be left to die in confusion, and then their souls become our sacrifices to the great sin. Only a handful of them will stand out, and there is little hope that they will be recognized by me."

"Hahahahahaha! Rather than being polluted by the 'fog that encroaches on the world', these humble souls should become our fertilizer!"

"You're different, you're the seeded player I've chosen. You are unique." Yun Fan heard a bit of morbid madness from the voice of the divine envoy, "You don't need to engage in a melee with those ***, I gave you the treatment that a duelist deserves. Of course, what you're going to face next is far more dangerous than most."

Yun Fan didn't expect too much from the apostles of great sin in the first place, and the result was not surprising, they were really not good.

But

As a fugitive

Are they too murderous and vicious?

Yun Fan would not forget that the Bishop of the Great Sin Mountain was a fugitive, and every time he thought of this name, he would think of Brother Boo's national face, and he was about to react to stress.

It's really spicy to the eyes.

Moreover, the god they worshipped, that is, the great sin, needed to devour the souls of men.

This greedy desire and way of doing things...

"Is it the executioner?"

Strangers murmured.

When he raised his head, the body of the paladin had disappeared before. Instead, where he had been presented, another corpse lay there in a terrified and miserable state.

"This is the second round. I sincerely hope and bless you that you will not die early. Good luck, mad swordsman."

The oracle cut off the call.

The next moment, the corpse's chest unusually rose and fell violently.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each time it became more and more violent, and the intensity became stronger and stronger, and gradually, Yun Fan could even hear a faint scream and scratching sound coming from under the flesh of his chest, and something strange seemed to be born in it.

The next moment, a large hole was made in the corpse's chest, and the first thing that poked out were rows of insect legs covered with hard hair. Then, a skull, slightly mismatched by its body, swayed and awkwardly left its body. At the moment when it was about to leave, the monster did not forget to use its hands and feet to tear off the strips of meat with its mouthparts and devour it.

「a... a... a... aa... aa!」

With huge compound eyes, the little monster is not very good at talking at first. But after a few times, its cry became clearer and smoother, and of course, more harsh.

The limb was distorted, it grew rapidly in a way that defied normal patterns, the glittering scythe blade extending from the end of the limb, the mouthparts becoming larger and more complex, and a shiny black exoskeleton draped over its back.

Obviously, it's a spider. Although it looks weird and ugly, it has the appearance of a spider.

「aa！ aa！」

It tilted its head, its voice trembling and incredulous, like an abandoned child.

It maintained that posture, but never received a response.

For a long time, it silently lowered its head, and its red and green compound eyes looked at the only creature in the field except it.

Yun Fan clenched the sword in his hand, and he could sense that this guy with a low IQ was about to show his tyranny.

"I am, Mommy's... The best... Boy... I'm Brian... Series... Number... Mom... Mother... Respond to me..."

And, even worse, the instincts from the Bloods were suppressed.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to strangers, and it comes from the restraint of a higher executioner over a lower executioner, which he has experienced several times.

And the origin of this spider is not difficult to guess.

The vampire's bloodline is too weak compared to "her" bloodline.

......

"There's an ancient teleportation that says vampires were once a race created by the Most High God."

On the high platform, the divine envoy looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly spoke.

"But then, they provoked an even more terrifying demon..."