[Wanderer, you who were trapped in the Blade and Flower Fighting Arena have obtained a candle from the Black River Prison. 】

【Travelers, please pay attention to your own safety. 】

As Chenqi's voice fell, everyone on the other side was silent for a while.

The entire edge of the place was eerily quiet, except for the sizzle of a fire.

It seems that his identity as a contestant has exceeded the expectations of everyone outside.

The odds of meeting a contestant are too small.

Morning Apocalypse looked at the burning candle and looked at its panel.

This relic is quite camouflaged and is a special relic dedicated to exploring special worlds.

After a while, there were sounds on the other side of the candle.

"Captain! Do you have the ultimate troublesome physique? Why ...... among 10,000 people"

"Don't talk too much."

"Can you be quiet for a while?"

"The contestant, actually the contestant, so it's much simpler......"

In addition to the voice of the Witch of Candles, Morning Apocalypse also heard many rustling sounds.

There are some heavier sounds.

Chenqi reached out and took out the good things inside a scaly monster centipede.

While holding something, listen to the person on the other side of the candle.

The Witch of Candles' voice was very small, unusually bold and enthusiastic:

"Nightwatchman, I need to make sure again, have you really been chosen?

Now is not the time to joke, according to what the Scourge Courier has gathered so far, most of these chosen ones are outlanders......"

Morning Apocalypse replied again:

"Yes."

It's no secret that he's a contestant.

And on the other side is the Witch of Candles he trusts.

According to the information that Morning Apocalypse has gathered so far, they simply do not have the means to completely kill Prisoner Dance.

The purpose of Heihe Prison now is to find a strong man and then find a way to contact the contestants.

But I didn't expect to be able to meet a contestant directly.

It's not the same as the average audience.

The contestants decide the survival of the ceremony, as well as the death of the spectators.

At the end of the game, only one person survived!

The flame of the Candle Witch's orange hair is blazing! She was very happy to hear the voice of the morning apocalypse.

But now...... What a joke!

When she was young, the Witch of Candle had heard of the disaster of the Blade Flower Fighting Arena.

In her opinion, this is simply a mortal catastrophe!

Only by becoming an audience, there is still a lot of possibility of survival!

And now, even Morning Apocalypse, in the eyes of the Witch of Candles, has no hope of winning at all.

Not to mention surviving......

The Witch of the Candle let out a long sigh, although the current Morning Apocalypse is talented, it is still too young and immature.

"Well, do you know the other contestants, you have direct control......

No, it doesn't work. ”

The Witch of Candles said anxiously, her language very confused.

"Wait a minute, can you let me talk to him, little witch."

Whose voice is this?

Little witch?

Morning Dawn hears a conversation on the other side.

It was an old, but extraordinarily thick voice.

His age and status should be much higher than that of the Witch of the Candle.

Morning Apocalypse looked at the candle in his hand.

The man with the old voice took the candle, and in an instant, the color of the candle turned from red to bloodstained black.

It should be the upper echelons of the Black River Prison.

Chen Qi was slightly startled, although he had been to Heihe Prison, except for the prison guards, he had not encountered many normal high-level officials of Heihe Prison.

Although Heihe Prison represents the absolute power of Xindu District 8, Heihe Prison actually lacks management over Xindu District 8.

Even in Chenqi's view, because of the disappearance of the prison owner, Heihe Prison does not have much "sanity" management at all.

Many of the so-called "high-level" people in Heihe Prison are more like the machines of prison guards who abandon their emotions and desires, follow ancient orders, and perform tasks.

Now, the person behind the candle should be regarded as a rational decision-maker in Heihe Prison.

"May I ask who you are?"

Chenqi asked through the candle.

The voice on the other side is simple and thick.

"Hello, Nightwatchman who studied the Book of the Black Prison.

I'm a disaster tameer, they often call me that, I have mastered the art of the void, and I'm in charge of the superficial part of the management in Heihe Prison.

And in the depths, the salvaged calamity is imprisoned in the void, so that these dangerous creatures can be used by us, and can become qualified fuel and domestic dogs. ”

The Man Who Tamed the Disaster......

Morning Apocalypse looked at the corpses of the countless monsters in this battlefield.

It seems that the corpses of these calamity monsters should be the work of this tamer.

This guy's combat power should not be weak.

Morning Apocalypse glanced at the Witch of the Book, she should know about the old man.

The Witch of Books racked her brains and recalled:

"All prisoner hunters need to go through the hands of the Disaster Tamers.

However, he often stays on the fifth floor of the prison and rarely comes to the surface. ”

The Witch of Books shook her head, she was also very unfamiliar with the people on the fifth floor of the Black River.

However, among the many people in Heihe Prison, there is a small unwritten rule, that is, the deeper the layer, the greater the right to speak.

Morning Dawn said politely:

"Hello, Disaster Tamer."

"Hello, master of the Book of Hell.

May I ask, how many wins did you win? Or maybe the game hasn't started yet. ”

The tamer asked, who was very concerned about the results of the recent match.

"Two."

"Have you already played two games......

There was a hint of surprise in the voices on the other side of the candle, apparently they didn't know anything about what was going on in the Blade and Flower Arena.

"It is worthy of being the inheritor of the little witch, in a short period of time, he was able to do this, and defeated those special strangers twice."

The Disaster Trainer complimented, and suddenly, his words changed, and there was a hint of excitement in his tone:

"O master of the Book of Hell, may I ask, are you sure you can win the final match?"

As the words fell, the surrounding voices fell silent again.

Win the final game?

Morning Dawn thought.

Of course there are certainness -

No......

One of the reasons he is here is because of his lack of confidence in his own strength.

The abilities displayed by the corrupt are out of the realm of ordinary people, with a strange sense of oppression.

The rain of blades has come out, and the Void Blade of the Heartless is his last hole card.

Chen Qi shook his head, he and the Moon Walkers were both the ones who had the forbidden books.

And on many levels, the Moonwalker's forbidden ability is stronger than he is at this moment.

And it's not just the corrupt, but also the people behind it, and it's also a troublesome opponent.

And then the tamer of the plague said again:

"Whoever holds the Book of Hell, I know a way to gain transcendent power and increase your win rate by 20% when you are matching."

As these words came out, the Witch of the Candle said with some anxiety:

"This method doesn't work, and he's studying the ...... of the Black Prison"

The Witch of Candles' emotions spiraled out of control.

The man who tamed the plague immediately said:

"Little witch, please stay calm, when he became a contestant, he had already stepped into the River Styx and the path of calamity with half a foot, which meant he had to face this."

"Huh?"

Chen Qi looked curious, and sat down on a piece of blackboard armor.

20% win rate......

It's kind of interesting.

The Witch of Books raised her eyebrows, and she also showed serious eyes.

The "Tamer" seems to know a lot about the Blade and Flower Arena.

(End of chapter)