The battle that broke out in the Arena of Desperation plunged every powerful person in the seats of Franklin Hall into the ultimate thrill.

Although the Desperate Arena was shielded from sound out of fairness to prevent interference and support from outside the barrier, the mere sight of the aftermath of the magic that the barrier blocked in front of them, and the silent white light made these powerful people feel chills.

For the creatures of the sixth order and below, the battle of the eighth order is like the wrath of the gods, and any creature that is caught in it will be shattered in an instant.

Three demons of different forms approached Asquesan, forming an impenetrable line.

They were both Sigrid's solid shield and a deadly spear for Asquesan.

The Striker Demon is the most agile and agile, and even if she has no weapon in her hand, any movement can bring an invisible blade, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking through the air, leaving clear cuts on the ground.

The Zhongwei Demon was mysterious, its vague body as if it was made of abyssal water, and the deep black fluctuations continued.

As long as he is in the middle, no matter what Askesan's offensive and defensive intentions are, it seems that he can see through and accurately transmit them to the other two demons, as the central commander, he from time to time summons a wide range of dark forces that can devour everything, to drag Askesang into the endless abyss.

The demons in the back row looked lazy, but with a flick of her palm, she was covered with spell marks along the Desperate Arena, quickly spinning and merging in the air, forming an impregnable floating barrier, precisely protecting the other two demons from Asquesan's fierce counterattack.

The figure of the Silent Bishop Asquesan weaves through the Arena of Despair.

Faced with the siege of the three demons, he looked extremely embarrassed, and every dodge was full of desperate persistence.

Even the aristocratic lord who didn't understand magic at the table could understand it at the moment, and Asquesan had little hope of winning if he continued to fight like this.

"Is this really a summoner fighting a sealer?"

The nobles in the audience couldn't help but wonder like this.

Generally speaking, summoners need to personally serve as tactical commanders, doing their best to apply combat commands and buff magic to summons, and at the same time, the main body can also participate in battles and interfere with opponents.

And these three summons, it seems, are completely self-aware, and they are determined to get Askesang to die!

"I always felt like it was a hooligan fight, but I don't have proof."

"But you look at Ascosana's angry expression, and he seems to think that Sigrid is not alone."

There was a lot of discussion in the halls of Congress.

At this moment, the female demon in the back row has used the magic of light blue to build a translucent bar and seats, and asked Sigrid to sit down, and waited for Sigrid to send him like a bartender, showing her professional nature.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't bring drinks into the Desperate Arena, she would have already started mixing drinks for Sigrid.

"Look, this magic is so bright."

"It's true, but Wang has also told us that if you use Rank 7 or above magic as a fireworks or light show within the city limits of his hometown, you will have to pay a hefty fine even if it does not cause public damage, and once a friend of his, who is also a teacher and friend, was fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly dismantling the barrier to stop an unexpected campus athletic event."

"Then his friend is good enough. By the way, why can campus athletics fall into such an accident? ”

"The king didn't say."

Sigrid didn't do anything, sitting on a chair and watching Askesan in the distance being chased and killed by two eighth-order epic demons, chatting with the demons around him from time to time.

On the other side, Askesang was beaten by the three great demons, and no matter how angry he was and wanted to scold Sigrid for being shameless, he had no time to vent his emotions anymore.

All his anger turned into a smirk.

Because Sigrid at this moment, he thinks he has the chance to win, but he doesn't know what will happen next!

Outside the Arena, to the right of the Council Hall, on the seat of the Archpriest of Annihilation.

A figure was also watching intently as the fierce battle erupted in the center of the hall.

Mixed with the tense and expectant atmosphere of the hall, the actions of the Archpriest of Annihilation seemed more secretive and deep.

His mental calculations were hidden behind this desperate battle, waiting for the right moment to show his killer moves.

Asquesan's clone remained on the sidelines, his eyes constantly wandering over the upper area on the left side of Franklin Hall opposite.

Sitting there were the Southern nobles of the House of Lords.

Although it was a little difficult to distract from the clones outside the battlefield, Asquesang was already convinced that this magical aura was somewhere around him.

In the vast Franklin Hall, analyze the magic fluctuations on the suspects one by one, and sooner or later you can screen out the Decepticon according to the characteristics of the magic power.

According to inference.

Asquesang thought that the Son of Deception was most likely a minor nobleman.

He has a greater probability in the House of Lords than in the House of Commons.

Secondly, the probability of the Son of Deception being in the southern aristocratic circle is the largest, followed by the east, and finally the northern nobles.

Therefore, you should start with the nobility of the south.

It will take a little time, and it will be enough to hold those three demons on the battlefield for a while.

Stupid Sigrid and her three demon eagles had no idea what was going to happen.

The moment he finds the Son of Deception will be the moment when he reverses the victory and defeat, and Sigrid will regret it for the rest of his life!

In the Desperate Arena, Asquesan's body continued to flash with rich gray magic, condensed into sealing runes, and under his control, he switched from offensive to defensive counterattack, resisting the siege of the three demons as much as possible.

However, the three demons fought in an extremely cunning and brutal manner, and they were like predators in the dark, launching surprise attacks on Asquesan from all angles.

The sturdy barrier of the Barrier Demon, the sharp blade that cuts the Demon, the endless darkness of the Abyss Demon, each round of organized and disciplined offensive consumes Asquesan's physical strength and mana.

They are clearly creatures, not summons!

The summon has already come to fight him.

And these three demons didn't want to exchange their lives for their lives at all, they simply wanted to consume him to death without injury.

It's a pity it's a bad move!

As the battle continued, the barrier was filled with smoke and sporadic fires like a cast iron field, and Asquesan's body was scarred, but his eyes burned with flames.

After several encounters, Askesang suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing technique, and several sealing circles instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disk-shaped enchantment.

When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on the barrier react like living creatures, absorbing and transforming the attacks, reflecting back at the demons.

The reflex power of the enchantment was extremely strong, and even the three demons felt wary, and it might be better to wait for the enchantment to naturally weaken and fail than to break it by force.

Under the command of the central demon, the offensive of the three demons was changed to preparation and control, and it was no longer as wild and uninhibited as before.

At this point, this desperate battle has already been in the white-hot stage, and every collision between the two sides may decide the winner in the next moment.

It was the crucial defensive sealing technique that Asquesang had finally used, and it only bought him a few seconds to concentrate on the sidelines.

The clone he had left outside the arena in the seat of the Archpriest of Silence was already frowning.

That's not right.

On the opposite side of the southern and overlord branches, how can none of them match the mana frequency?

The eastern ones were also screened, because the seats of the eastern nobles and parliamentarians were far away, so there were few suspects.

Could it be that the guy is actually hiding in the northern seat?

And faintly.

Asquesang always felt that the Son of the Overlord was closer to him than he imagined.

It feels like I'm itching on my body, but I can't figure out where the itch is, and every time I catch it, it's a little bit worse, as if I've completely reversed the position.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became, causing Asquesan's clone's arms to tremble a little.

That's when it happened.

Asquesan's clone felt an aura of magic that hit him like a thread.

The frequency of this magic power is exactly the Son of Deception he is looking for!

For the weak, even if it is just a glance on the strong, there will be fluctuations in magic power, and it will be counter-detected by the strong.

An eighth-order mage like Askesan, who is extremely sensitive to magic, can instantly detect the subtle change in magic just now-

It's like the Holy Son of the Heavens, at this moment, for some reason, he took the initiative to observe himself!

Good guy, you dare to throw yourself into the net, don't you?!

Although he didn't know what the purpose of the Son of Deception was to explore himself at this moment, Askesang was very sure that only he could feel the rough and immature magic fluctuations, and the other party didn't realize it at all—this secret observation had already been noticed by him, Asquesan!

The Son of Deception is behind him.

Finally, I've found you!

Askesang laughed, a cruel smile on his lips, the expression of a hunter who had spotted the weakness of his prey.

He slowly turned his head.

A pair of emerald green eyes were spotted staring at him.

The confused and concerned look in his eyes was like asking, sir, are you not feeling well?

This moment.

Asquesan's doppelganger's eyes widened.

For the man he saw was—

Rocky McCarthy!!

(End of chapter)