After Char gradually stepped out of the shadows, the originally noisy arena gradually quieted down.

Such an evil and crazy temperament makes people wonder if they have been replaced.

"He should have awakened to the brave temperament of a lion......"

If you have to describe the first feeling that Char gives people when she appears here-

It can only be the leader of the investigation team of the Demon King Army's special killing force who fell viciously after being polluted.

The blood-stained dark double leather armor was close to the inside and wide on the outside, with robe-like cuffs and a scarf-like collar that blocked his mouth and chin.

He held the transparent umbrella on his shoulder in his left hand, and a few lancets appeared in the long sleeves of his right hand and fell between his fingers.

For a moment, there was only the sound of swallowing saliva in the sky above the arena, and people seemed to be awakened to some kind of fear, and there seemed to be something in him that even those demons in the image that caused panic in the north did not have.

"Char!"

Viscount Levine Chingston stood up on the handrail, and in his slightly unstable gaze, the entire arena seemed to be reversed in tone, and became silent, except for the slight noise that indicated that time was still flowing.

But.

The crimson figure seemed to not hear the call, or it heard it but couldn't turn back, or it could have been as firm as a black iron and just continued to walk forward.

Viscount Levine Chingston could only stare at Char's unfamiliar back, farther and farther away from him, until he stepped onto the arena.

Under the blood and killing intent that cannot be faded, there is a sin that dares to do it, and the originally clear and brave young man is now standing in a pool of turbid blood.

The ghost knows how many people he has killed these days in order to have such an almost physical ferocious aura, which is by no means forged through careful training, but constantly wanders between life and death, and can only be piled up through human life!

Viscount Levine Chesston, who had been on the battlefield, was well aware of this.

on the ground.

On the other side of the arena, already waiting on the white and shiny marble tiles, Viscount Dean Bonn stared slightly, and then sneered disdainfully.

"Hehe, are you the eldest lady? If you wear a dress, it might look really good. ”

Dean laughed pityingly.

If the mere imposing momentum was useful, then the Protos Royal Academy of Magic should have opened its doors to Char a long time ago, a second-order declining assassin could not be able to compete with him, a warrior who had undergone orthodox training.

This is the irreparable gap between the professional background and the crooked way caused by the family's strength and resource accumulation.

“……”

Char slowly stepped onto the stage, the corners of his mouth were in a word, and his eyes seemed to only see a pig to be dismembered.

He ignored Dean and waited like a well-trained soldier for the slaughter to begin.

Dean's eyes grew cold, and he shook his knuckles.

Although the rules of this competition are not to injure the opponent's life.

But in case of a miss, Viscount Cheston couldn't do anything to him.

Char is not a member of their Chingston family, and his father has already said that even if he is a killer, he will help him settle down.

On the contrary, it is impossible for Char to be a killer, if he is injured, Viscount Bonn will not let Char go today and let him be safe and sound!

There are still tens of seconds left before the start of the game.

A cloud that had just drifted over the arena moved away with the wind, revealing the bright winter sun again, and the light and shadow climbed the faces of the spectators, and the voices and vitality of the people were restored again.

They didn't know what Char's transformation was and what it meant.

But perhaps it is such an unexpected strengthening direction that brings more excitement to this game!

In the VIP seat high in the sky, Lilith looked at the arena and was silent, but her eyes were always locked on Char.

Not far away, on the other side, Viscount Levine Chingston looked in the direction where his daughter was, and then looked at Char again, for some reason, the nerves in the back of his head throbbed, which reminded him of the news of the past two days-

Outside the city-state, many of the Ghost strongholds were wiped out like a storm, and the members were brutally tortured and killed, as if they were being killed as an example.

Strangely, members of the fourth order or above are almost always killed in one hit, but the corpses of members below the fourth order are quite miserable, so much so that they cause panic among the ghost party.

Even because it was too cruel and bloody, several lords of the Snow Plains Province did not dare to publicly report the specific situation of this good news until they found out the truth, for fear of causing panic among the residents.

Should...... No way......

Viscount Levine Chesston muttered to himself, and only the voices of the people rose and fell in his ears.

"Legend has it that the most famous family inheritance magic of the famous Candace family in the empire is a spiritual power magic that mixes human magic and elven magic texts, which can present the mental image of the head of the family, and the mental image of Prince Char is an umbrella, presumably if he can transform into other weapons with his awakening, it will be his chance to win!"

"Yes, that's what is usually written in the script, and it's about to ignite! Even if you fall into darkness temporarily, you will have to exchange for new powers! ”

In the winter afternoon sun, the hour hand on the clock is gradually turning to the hour.

Although Char's temperament has a hint of weirdness for no apparent reason, this may just be a style of expression he has chosen.

After all, as a relatively weak party in terms of strength, it is undoubtedly more attractive to be able to present more suspenseful and unknown competitive scenes for the audience.

Qiang ...... Qiang.

As the hands of the dial of the clock tower face towards the sky, a deep bell rings.

Each deep and rhythmic percussion is a sign of the fierce competition that is about to begin.

In the echo of this sound, the shouts and expectations of the audience in the arena also instantly formed a warm uproar.

When the last bell ends leisurely and the game kicks off, the winner and loser, honor and regret, will be decided in the following time!

At this moment, on both sides of the arena center, Char Candace and Dean Bonn looked at each other, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.

It seems that the slightest movement on one side will cause a fierce battle like a storm.

"Game – Begin!"

The chant of the head of the Knights of the Chingston City-State as a referee pierced the short silence, and the battle was about to break out!

Char, who was originally expected to adopt a fighting strategy, did not consider his assassin function at all, and opened with a straight charge like a hungry beast, and even the white mist overflowing from the corners of his mouth between his breaths seemed to be filled with a deep desire to kill!

Dean, who was confronting him, obviously hesitated for a moment because Char took the initiative to send him to the door, but the corners of his mouth quickly hooked, and a low-ranking assassin dared to fight a warrior like him, which would save a lot of trouble.

The sound of the exchange of weapons between the lightning and flint burst out in the center of the arena, spreading a circle of humming sound waves, causing the spectators in the far stands to float their hair lightly, and their eyes widened and nervously stared at the field, the battle began faster than they expected, and intensified in an instant.

Both sides were driven by some kind of primitive force and began to fight without giving in to each other!

For Dean, it's more like wrestling.

And for Char, it's more like fighting.

Char, who was obviously weaker in strength and physical strength, seemed to have lost his sense of pain, with a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, wanting to cut off the flesh and blood on Dean's body, as if this battle was not a trace of fear for him, but a pure enjoyment!

Dean was a little apprehensive, Char didn't seem to care about the rules of this game at all, and only wanted to kill him from the beginning!

And unlike Dean's murderous intent with a little evil thoughts, Char's killing intent is far a hundred times purer than him, standing here is to live for battle, and rest until death.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

Dean couldn't help but roar, gritted his teeth and threw his sword again to meet him, and the moment of suppression of his momentum made him feel angry.

Obviously, he is stronger, and if he continues to fight like this, it will be Char who will soon lose.

This competition was more bloody than the audience imagined, and it didn't take long for the white marble floor to be red with blood and mottled and mottled, not exciting at all, only terrifying.

This kind of cruel fighting style that is not afraid of death seems to be the presentation of the will of the demon king's army.

Only those who have experienced the cruel holy war of that year will be left with an unforgettable impression.

"There is an old saying in the legend of the Demon Realm...... [Only by crossing the threshold of life and death can you become a real Demon Warrior] ......"

"Could it be that the special killing units of the Demon King Army in those previous images are missing a little crazy ......?"

Such voices appeared in the stands.

Even if I don't know why I suddenly think of the demon race at this moment.

But nowadays.

Look at Char's figure.

This memory, which has been hidden in history and blood, has begun to revive again......

There is still one chapter left unfinished, a little later

(End of chapter)