"You are the demon! Your whole family is a demon! How can the legendary monster of Uncle Ben be described by the word demon?"

"Hero, spare your life! If you don't fight, if you don't fight, I still have to save His Majesty Justinian!" Rooney suddenly got up and hugged his head.

"I'm sorry, Lord Rooney, I don't think we can fight this time. "It was a tall, bald man who spoke. He looked disgusted, and a dragon-like scar began on the right side of his forehead and passed through his right eye, splitting the bridge of his nose and splitting his upper and lower lips all the way to his jaw. The man's limbs were well-developed, his thick arms were like elephant legs, and his rock-like muscles were bursting with bruises, unleashing explosive force.

Rooney cautiously stuck his head out of his coat and asked in a trembling voice, "What?

That strong man was none other than Rigi Maurice, the leader of the Burkina Praetorian Army. "Don't you understand? Rooney, that black unicorn is a nightmare. The brethren on earth were bewitched by its hypnotism and drained of their soul energy......" Maurice untied the rope around his shoulders and took out a man-tall battle axe from his back, "I'm afraid this incident is not as simple as the assassination of Justinian the Great and the Pope. The person behind this incident must be a remarkable person. ”

"It's quite the opposite, actually!

A pair of hungry eyes stared straight at the pair of majestic twin peaks on Gonzas's chest. "Woo woo woo ......" suddenly burst into a burst of wolf howls in the crowd, followed by the sound of swallowing saliva and the wolf howls one after another. Rhythmically beating the beat.

"What are you looking at? haven't you seen a woman?" the bald Morris turned around and roared, "Do you miss a woman?

"Boss, what if I don't have a wife?" the crowd protested indignantly.

"I don't have a wife to go to the kiln. Morris pouted dissatisfied, "But now give me a little more serious!"

"Boss...... ......A squeeze-looking Byzantine Janissant stepped forward to Maurice's side, licked his dry lips greedily, and said, "Those dust bitches are as good as her!

Maurice stared at Gonzas motionlessly, his face unusually solemn, "Ah...... Yes, as long as you can take her, you can do whatever you want...... I don't ask. Provided, of course. You can take her down......"

"Oh, ah, ah!" said Morris. A group of men with sperm brains let out a strange cry and pounced on Gonzas. They were brave at this moment, as they had chosen to ignore half of the Imperial Forbidden Army, five thousand Templars, and ten High Priests of Light lying on the ground.

Gonzas took a deep breath and snorted, "Huh, boring man!" The temperature outside the gladiatorial arena suddenly became scorching. "Whew!" followed by a blazing tornado. Rise on the ground. Dress up in fiery red armor for the swarming Praetorian soldiers.

The Praetorian soldiers fell to the ground and wailed, rolling and tumbling on the dark red ground, and were finally consumed by the crimson flames. Gonzas' indifferent gaze swept across the room. It ended up staying on Morris.

Morris put the giant axe on his shoulder, smiled slightly, and said, "I didn't expect to be a magic warrior, and judging from the power of the fire magic just now, your magic level has at least reached the level of a magician......, right? It's been a long time since I've met such an exciting opponent. ”

Gonzas pursed his lips disapprovingly and said, "You have to fight quickly, and you won't waste time by chirping." ”

"Okay! I really look at you more and more pleasing to the eye!" said Morris, who let go and threw the tomahawk to the ground, only to hear a loud "boom", and the bluestone paved road produced a cobweb-like crack, and half of the axe sank into it.

Morris just threw it away, which shows that this tomahawk is too heavy for ordinary people to handle. "Bah!" he spat on a pair of giant palms, rubbing his hands.

"Uh......" Nightmare grinned and let out a gagging sound, "His saliva has beaten me, I can't help you." ”

"I don't need your help at all!" After saying that, Gonzas's pair of toned and athletic legs jumped high into the air, and the tight dragon scale leather coat wrapped the graceful body, outlining the perfect curve that made all the men in the world swell, and looked extremely brilliant and moving in the light of the bright sun. But Maurice didn't have time to pay attention to the beautiful scene, because he knew that a deadly attack was coming.

Gonzas opened his mouth and spewed a stream of golden-red heat at Maurice, the temperature so high that the light around him fluctuated like fish scales.

Maurice pulled up his battle axe, and the sand and gravel flew suddenly, and he roared, and a dazzling golden light erupted around him. "Whoa, whoa!" said Maurice, with his mouth wide open and a strange cry, raised his battle axe to slash at the flames of Gonzas.

One gold and one red, two energy-destroying forces that destroyed heaven and earth met, bursting out with a dazzling light like the scorching midday sun of summer. A blazing storm of devastating heat ignited the corpses on the ground and swept them into the air, then shattered and reduced to ashes.

Rooney looked up and understood that something was wrong, and took out the magic scroll early to protect himself. It is true that the expensive magic scrolls have saved him from the tragic fate of being crushed and scattered, but they still cannot avoid his fate of becoming a kite.

Gonzas swayed left and right in the air, spewing hot flames of molten steel at Maurice from all angles. Unhurried, Morris held aloft his golden tomahawk to meet the red torrent, splitting it in half. The scene was at a stalemate.

"Whether or not we can break this stalemate depends on who can abandon everything first and give it a go......" Nightmare's purple pupils stared at Gonzas and Morris motionlessly, "Although Gunzas is a dragon, the strongest species on the Middle-earth continent, Maurice, as the god of war, is not without a chance to be injured...... Or even kill it. ”

Maurice laughed maniacally in the flames, his feet sinking deep into the dark red soft ground. Fortunately, there is the protection of the body's fighting spirit. Otherwise, his feet would have fused with the magma.

Suddenly, Morris's eyes burst into flames, and he roared angrily: "Open the mountain, break!ho!" The long-handled battle axe streaked through the air for a month and a half and finally landed. The moment the blade of the axe came into contact with the earth, an invisible force tore through the earth, splitting the golden-red flames in half and heading straight for Gonzas. (Kaishan Break: The warrior strikes with all his strength, slashing from top to bottom, and its power is so great that the distance is enough to cut through the mountain range.) It is said that a prehistoric nameless god of war sits facing the mountain. Close your eyes and meditate. Think of the strongest slashing technique. He reached out and slid gently from top to bottom, seemingly comprehending something in the process. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the mountain opposite had been split in half, hence the name. ）

Gonzas saw it. Sneered. It doesn't dodge, it doesn't dodge. Instead, he opened his ten fingers to meet it.

"Idiot!" the nightmare was shocked when she saw it. It tried to come to its aid, but it was too late.

The invisible energy met the hands of Gonzas. Then, an unusually sharp and piercing scraping sound rang out. It's tooth-chattering and creepy. The black figure fell vertically from the sky, accompanied by small red dots.

When Morris saw this, he immediately laughed unbridledly, "Ha ha! stupid! Dare to ask who in the world dares to break the steel front with the god of war? It's a pity, such a beautiful beauty, if you are not an enemy of Byzantium, I really want to spend a crazy night with you. Gee...... It's a pity!" As he said that, he raised the long-handled battle axe high again, and in an instant, the golden fighting light covered the scorching sun in the sky, "I'll use this trick to send you to the end!

The golden tomahawk moved, slowly falling with a low whistle, unstoppable. Yes, it cannot be stopped, because even the mountains will make way for it. Morris had a confident smile on his face, but in the next second, his face was as dark as ash, "How is that possible?"

The black shadow blocked the way of the tomahawk, and a pair of round orange eyes the size of copper bells stared directly at Morris, "The essence? "Remember, don't insult me with the word man," said Gonzas in a deep voice, and his small hand wrapped in black scales climbed up Morris's neck, and the other hand on the tomahawk also violently exerted. There was only a "chirp" of steel twisting sound, and Maurice's long-handled battle axe turned into a lump of scrap metal.

The nightmare froze, motionless like a wooden carving. muttered silently in his heart: It seems that I overestimated him......

"Die, stinking bitch!" Morris, as the commander of the Burkina Forbidden Army, would not rest on his laurels. He raised his fist and beckoned to Gonzas's face. A golden fist slammed into Gonzas's white, red-white, blown-ready face......

Everything is fake! Morris pursed his lips and thought: All this is fake! I must have been hypnotized by nightmares! Feeling the sharp pain coming from his fist, Morris finally couldn't help but shout: "You (BI-)! Even a steel plate Lao Tzu can wear it with one punch! What is your face made of?" (Reader Q: The legendary Japanese wear steel plate?)

The small hand that pinched Morris's neck gradually exerted force, and after a while, it broke through Morris's protective body.

"You...... You're not human...... You must not be human!" Morris snorted hard.

"I said it, don't insult me with the word human!" Gonzas stared at him with a fierce look. (Reader R: It's a pity, you still can't escape the fate of being ridden!Gonzas stares at Reader R with greedy eyes...... "Ding!" Reader R completes the mission: 1/1 of the dragon's food, and obtains the achievement: Delicacies (Feed a hungry dragon))

Morris felt his breathing getting harder and harder, and only felt an irresistible force envelop him, making him unable to move. This feeling has not been experienced in more than a decade since he was promoted to the god of war.

"No, I won't lose...... "Morris struggled, "Lao Tzu is the commander of the Burkina Forbidden Army...... Lao Tzu is the god of war!" He burst out with the last cry of his life. The majestic fighting spirit burst out, and Gonzas was violently shaken back three steps.

"Even if you don't have a weapon...... Ho ...... I can ...... too" Maurice staggered towards Gonzas with his head on his head, and suddenly his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees in front of Gonzas.

Gonzas looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Human, I admit that you are very powerful...... You are the third human to threaten my life, and because of that, you must die!"

Morris felt so tight in his chest, as if his trachea had been blocked by a soft race. He looked up feebly, stared at Gonzas's blood-dripping hand, looked at the huge bloody hole in his chest, and asked in a gnat-like voice, "Who are you?"

Gonzas didn't answer him directly, but his orange pupils stared into his eyes.

After a while, Morris seemed to understand something, "Nightmare...... And you...... Who's on whose orders, who is going to kill me, Byzantium, ......?" he lay down on his back to the sky, and with a stomach full of questions, he closed his eyes and slew. The warm blood left on the hot earth, and a puff of white smoke rose from it. A disgusting burnt smell instantly filled Nightmare and Gonzas' nostrils.

After glancing coldly at Maurice's corpse, Gonzas turned his head to the gladiatorial arena of Glomuni, and said as if asking, "It's over?"

"It's going on, that kid is lucky to be alive. The nightmare's eyes flashed with purple light, greedily absorbing the soul of every Byzantine soldier, "Hmm, where did the fat man go? Damn! It's not cool to miss a piece of meat!"

"The fat man, maybe still flying in the sky!"

In the mess of the gladiatorial arena of Glomuni, in the ring with a corner missing, there was an old man dressed luxuriously laughing maniacally. The laughter was so presumptuous, so crazy, in stark contrast to his majestic face and solemn dress.

After a while, the old man finally stopped his crazy smile and said, "Can you come out?"

"I've been waiting for you!" replied in a low and cold voice not far behind the old man, "If you don't speak, I thought you were crazy." ”

"I'm just so happy. As long as you die, there will be no witnesses. As long as you die, everything belongs to me. ”

"Huh...... Merlot Prolog...... Are you really a devout member of the Holy Cult of Light?" asked Renon after taking a deep breath.

"Of course not! I'm not a Catholic, I'm the Pope. ”

"Aren't you afraid of being damned?"

Pope Pross always turned his back to Rainon and said, "The God of Creation has not forbade us to fight for power. Besides, once I unify the Middle-earth Continent, it will be a good thing for the Holy Sect of Light!So, for the sake of the Holy Cult of Light, for the sake of the Creation God, go and die!Damn Starmoko!" Suddenly, Pope Pross roared, and three white flames of holy light attacked Ruinon from the top, left, and right directions. (To be continued......)