After passing through two secret doors and a long hallway, and passing through a soundproof circle, Ivy found herself in a very different place.

The underground of this winery has been carved out as a stadium-sized space, decorated with high-class decorations and bright lights, and there is no dark and damp feeling at all. Especially after passing through the soundproof magic array, noisy human voices filled his ears, and rumbling vibrations were heard from time to time under his feet.

The cacophony was not a frenzied crowd cheering on, but a jumble of screams and wild beastly roars.

Ivy noticed that there was no one in the cage ring, and the mustache went straight deeper into the ground, so she followed.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, and the shouting became more and more deafening, until finally after pushing open an iron door, a large ring the size of a football field appeared in front of me.

No, it's not the ring, it's the Colosseum!

A blue-gray beast had just knocked a fighter into the air, and the heavily armed man was like a pebble on the side of the road, impacting and inlaid into the stone wall of the Colosseum, the flying dust mixed with blood mist, turning into a dirty brown, and there were more than a dozen motionless fighters on the ground, life and death unknown.

The seven or eight fighters who besieged the blue-gray beast were not outlaws who went into battle shirtless to please the gold lord with splattered blood, but their bodies were covered with sturdy iron armor, and they held long-handled weapons in both hands, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were regular hoplites.

In the VIP seat, a gray-haired middle-aged man was giving orders: "If you don't want your young master to die, take out your best weapons and call all the fighters over!

A small cut had been made on the neck, and blood had been seen. The little young master immediately cried out, "Quick, take a snapshot of Master Duran's words!"

Ivy had only heard of this monster in books, it was said to be four or five times the size of an elephant, and the monster in front of her was about the size of a lion, and it should be called a baby beast.

Although it is a young beast, the hair of this guy's whole body is as hard as iron, and the blade is difficult to hurt, and the hair of the Beamon giant beast in the book has the effect of magic immunity, and it has ferocious power and extremely thick vitality, and the body covered by dark hair forms a sharp color contrast with the slender minions with blood stains, and the visual effect is absolutely shocking.

"Mr. Duran, the Deville family treats you well, why would you do such a thing?" shouted the mustache.

"Treat me well? Hahaha, you are a family that started from the Chamber of Commerce, only have more financial resources, and you can still be majestic at the common level, I am a high-level magician who has advanced to the fifth order, and your financial resources are worthless to me! But I didn't expect that your Chamber of Commerce's luck is so good, you can actually collect a baby beast of Bimon?! This is really the only thing worth selling that I have seen in the ten years that the Deville family has lived in the house! If it weren't for the fact that this one is too high in magic resistance, too powerful in strength and speed, and completely a natural mage killer, why would I use the power of you mortals?"

The middle-aged mage sneered: "But as long as I can torture this Beamon to the brink and establish a symbiosis contract, then I will not only have a powerful demon pet, but the terrifying vitality of the Beamon Behemoth will also be shared with me, and my strength will reach its peak!"

The symbiosis contract is about a magic pet contract that can be mastered by a third-order magician, and although it is not difficult to use itself, it is very restrictive, and it can only be established if one party's life is endangered and the other party willingly shares his life. This kind of contract has many restrictions, and it is extremely cost-effective to share a privilege with only one more life. ...,

What's more, if there is a deep friendship between the master and the monster that "you can die for you", there are a lot of more convenient and safer forms of contract that can be used, so the establishment of a symbiosis contract will almost always happen by extreme coincidence.

In addition, most magicians will choose to be born with high intelligence and a great future, and even because magicians are mostly upper-class people with a sense of superiority, they would rather regard beautiful magical beasts as their preferred magical pets, rather than consider those hippos rhinoceros and other creatures with thick blood and rough skin but not beautiful at all.

It is true that there are also schools that focus all their energy on summoning life and improving the strength of demon pets, and most of these summoners who are completely based on actual combat are raised by the state and used as military power. Theoretically speaking, the most suitable actual combat demon pet is Beamon.

This kind of demonic beast, which was born for bloodlust and killing, once it can be successfully ambushed, under the command of someone, its strength will skyrocket several times. But also because of Beamon's bloodthirsty and violent nature, it is almost impossible to ambush an adult Beamon, and the hope of the young beast may be greater, but it may take an army to capture a young beast alive under the nose of the Beamon beast, and it is much more reliable to train a hundred wind wolves obediently with the same energy, so summoning the Beamon Legion is just a theory, or a dream.

God knows what kind of shit luck this chamber of commerce has taken, and it actually got a baby beast of Beamon, if this thing can really be subdued as a demonic beast, in terms of combat power, it is the value of a hundred well-trained wind wolves, coupled with the characteristics of life sharing, it is not difficult for one person and one beast to run rampant on the Felia Continent! No wonder the middle-aged mage is tempted.

"Beamon, this is the pet that a man should have! Die, those furry, winged pets!"

Although she has only been in school for a few days, her magic strength is full and she can almost touch the threshold of the second order. However, with the help of the Soul Stinging Needle, as long as the magic you have read in the books will not go wrong, but the casting speed will be slower. As for the magic power, it shouldn't be a big problem if you use negative energy blessings.

Rushing into a group of brawny men besieging the Beamon Cubs, Ivy pretends to be one of the thugs fishing in troubled waters.

Soon, though, Ivy found herself in an awkward position. Ivy's usual combat routine is to read the flow of energy after touching the opponent's body, and then guide the enemy to hit the wall and the ground and air by himself, and the attack power of punches and kicks alone is not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

But if you take a weapon, your balance will immediately become a tragedy, and you will become a natural one with full skill points for falling on the ground.

As for the magic attack, the fifth-order magic on the side said that there was no solution, and they could only use the physical attacks of ordinary people to reduce the health of the Beamon Cub, and Ivy's attack magic without a negative energy bonus was only a tickle.

"Let me test your depth. Ivy surprised everyone by tossing off her wide robe, leaving only a small nightgown that she was wearing, and pounced on the bloodied, red-eyed beast.