"This! What is this? ”

Lovedel let out a wail and questioned, "Isn't this a violation?" ”

Wright, who was on the other side of the gladiatorial arena, spread his hands: "The family of the sea god." ”

"Do you have anything to do with the sea?"

"The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are also the sea."

"This!"

Lovedel hurriedly looked at the adjudicator, who groaned.

[Nothing out of the ordinary, the duel continues.] 】

"What? How is this possible! ”

"Hahaha......"

Wright's eyes were full of disdain: "I know what you think, don't you just think that as long as I make a move, the demon will definitely flee when he hears the wind."

So just take me out of the showdown and you'll be able to sit back and relax.

After all, in your opinion, the entire Holy Light Great World is just a small low-level world, and it is completely incomparable to your Life Divine System. What's more, there is also the blessing of the dragon clan!

What if I'm alone?

You guys, that's what you think, right? ”

"Yes...... Damn it. ”

Lovedel gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.

On the other hand, on Afra's side, the hundred-man macho group has completed the initial flesh and blood armament.

The demon's flesh, bones, and blood were all turned into hard and resilient armor, wrapping the hundred flesh and blood evil god believers tightly.

Let their already strong to exaggerated body size, and make it bigger.

And the points they get from killing demons have also accumulated a certain amount.

Afra then began to consume points, sending Poseidon dependents to the lost plane.

One after another muscular hunks descended from the sky and joined in the frenzied slaughter of demons.

The more they fight, the more demons they kill, the stronger the flesh armor on their bodies, and they themselves will be rewarded by the flesh gods.

All of a sudden, a team of two or three hundred people slaughtered the demon army like a mountain and a sea of defeats!

The scene was very shocking, and many gods in the audience couldn't help but stand up and watch.

What the hell is this human?

This is the Black Iron Race?

Then if they are the Black Iron Race, what are those silver and gold species dependents of their own god line?

Lovedel looked at the phantom shadows cast from the arena below, his eyelids spasming wildly.

They originally wanted to use special means in the early stage to establish a big advantage in the early stage, and then kept snowballing.

As a result, it was snowballed by others.

The killing efficiency of these more than 100 elves can't even catch up with the three three-person squads!

And, why a three-person squad! The cooperation is so tacit!

Then the three squads can also repeat the cooperation of the individuals, so that the nesting dolls continue to be superimposed.

These muscular hunks are simply battlefield meat grinders!

The killing efficiency has not increased exponentially, it is simply exploding!

The point is that these people are fighting, and the flesh and blood armor on their bodies actually began to change.

The muscular hunk who was originally bare-handed not only grew a muscular chainsaw that exploded aesthetics, but also evolved into a flesh and blood pulse bone blaster!

You guys! You can also bring your own equipment!

The materials are all demon bones that have been killed, right?

Ammo supplies can be replenished anytime, anywhere, right?

No need to worry about logistics at all! Direct unlimited battery life, right?

Isn't it unaffordable!

Isn't it that you haven't won!

The armrests of the auditorium have been pinched and deformed by Lovedel.

"It can't go on like this!"

Lovedel looked at the elven dragon god on the dueling table, who also bowed slightly.

The plan must be accelerated, otherwise there will be no chance to turn the tables around.

As soon as Herakiril raised his hand, the adjudicator turned to look at him.

"Adjudicator, I request a Holy Descent."

[Approved, allowed]

Herakiril hurriedly took out a peach-like seed from behind his back and threw it towards the phantom below.

The seed disappeared immediately, and then appeared in the sky of the lost world, accompanied by the divine power of the elven dragon god, and descended in front of the elves.

The leaders of the elves were overjoyed to receive this seed, and they immediately shrank their battle line, and planted the seed carefully, and then began to irrigate it with their own blood.

With this kind of irrigation cultivation at no cost, this seed quickly took root and sprouted, and soon grew into a towering tree.

The gods in the audience focused their eyes on the tree, and it was clear that some well-informed gods had already recognized the tree.

"It turned out to be the Survival God Tree, and this Life God System is really bloody."

"This is the second time I've seen the Survival Tree, and I've heard that their skill in making the Survival Tree has been lost, and there isn't much stock left.

Actually took it out during the gambling fight? ”

"For those two artifacts? Without the Divine Crown of the Sun King, the Life God System is a joke. ”

"They deserve it, who let them force all the daughters of the Sun God King away?"

The gods in the audience were talking, but the elves in the lost world couldn't wait.

Although this sacred tree looks like a miniature version of the Ancient Tree of Life, the canopy is full of fruit.

It's just that these fruits come in different shapes, and they are large and small.

As the fruit ripens, the elves climb the canopy to remove the fruit.

With the infusion of life elements, those huge fruits turned into one magic guide after another.

The little ones were also plucked by the elves, and they were all eaten.

With the survival god fruit in the belly, these bronze elves actually evolved again and became the great elves of the silver species.

Once again, their strength has been improved, and one by one they have all taken on powerful and 100% compatible magic weapons.

The elves who once again threw themselves into the battlefield quickly caught up with the muscular hunks at a killing speed.

They are constantly brushing up on points and summoning more elves to join the battlefield.

But visible to the naked eye, serious desertification has also begun to appear around the Survival God Tree.

It seems that this kind of improvement also comes at the cost of absorbing the vitality of the surroundings in excess of it.

Seeing this, Afra on the dueling table was a little flustered and looked back at Wright.

"What to do? They caught up. ”

Wright snapped his fingers: "Next card, descend with the Divine." ”

"Next? Oooo ”

Afra quickly pulled out the second card and raised her hand to ask the adjudicator.

"I'm going to use a Holy Advent too!"

[Approved, allowed]

Afra hurriedly threw the card in her hand into the arena, and the card dissipated in midair, replaced by a bone knife and fork mixed with flesh and blood.

"Halo blessing, Poseidon's knife and fork!"

This light fell into the illusion of the arena, and at the same time, the sky above the lost world bloomed with blood-colored light, falling on the bodies of more than five hundred muscular hunks.

A skewer of knives and forks, and a black flag with a skull hanging above it slowly emerged.

The muscular hunks raised their hands and crossed them, then rested them under their chins and hissed in rage.

"Blood sacrifice! Blood Sacrifice! Blood Sacrifice! For the great god of the sea! Sacrifice flesh and blood! ”

Such a crazy scene made the scalps of the gods in the audience tingle.

Is the god of the sea in their mouth a serious god?

(End of chapter)