Butcher walked to the restaurant alone, passing by various creatures used to train and kill. They were all locked in fences, pacing, rushing or wandering impatiently. They roared, howled, and opened their mouths, hoping to treat Butcher as supper.

On the other hand, there are dormitories with slaves and other gladiators. There are not only two gladiators in Tessian, but there are thirty ones. On the one hand, these gladiators can be used to hone the combat power of Butcher and Ricas, and on the other hand, they can attract attention and even absorb damage in the arena of the gladiator.

It was very quiet on this side. Whether it was the gladiator or the slaves serving in the manor, they sat, stood, and lay, and none of them dared to speak loudly. When they saw Butcher, most of them showed a pleasing smile, so that they could get less beaten during training or daily life. Of course, Butcher will get unlimited food tonight, and they also wanted to sell it well, ask for some from him and store more delicious food.

The beast was still barking at Butcher, and the other side was still smiling quietly. I really didn't know which side was better. Butcher sighed. He couldn't think of the answer to this kind of question at all. It would be great if it was Mike here. His mind was quite weird. He would never be bored when he was with him, and he would always explain the problem from a novel perspective.

But he had his own way to get rid of these problems. "Shut up, otherwise I'll kill you all and eat meat!" Butcher roared at the beasts in the cage. In the past, he could have achieved results.

‘This will not let the beasts learn from them, and they will never become as docile as the opposite side.’ A voice suddenly rang in my mind, gentle, beautiful, and familiar, just like my wife who was killed by the goblin.

Shut up! Butcher roared in his mind. "Stay away from me and go find your own peace, don't bother me!"

‘I will be with you forever, my love, my man.’ The voice continued, ‘I call you husband, my father of your children, my heaven and earth. I love you, Butcher.’

"Get out, I don't know what's going on with you, but my wife won't talk like that!" Butcher's eyes were red, and he pushed him away to compliment his slave, preparing to find a place to quiet.

'Of course I am not your wife, but the shadow she left in your heart. You know this, and I know it too. Oh, how could I lie to you? I am not like those ungrateful lowly bugs who think that holding sharpened wood can hurt you.'

Butcher was startled and quickly dodged to the side, and then he barely avoided the short wooden spear. The slave who was pushed away by him just now was looking at him with fierce eyes. The short wooden spear then stabbed over, and was extremely weak in strength and layout. Butcher grabbed the wooden spear and firmly fixed the other party. "Why?" he asked.

‘You never asked, just did.’ The voice in your mind was still talking, ‘You are going to suffer, my butcher.’

A heavy blow suddenly fell to his leg bend, Buche's body tilted and fell to the side. More than one person! He understood in his heart that this must have been a premeditated attack. Maybe it was for money, maybe it was to attack political enemies, maybe it was just for entertainment, but there was only one goal, that was his own life.

A low drum sound came from his throat. Butcher exerted force, pulled the wooden spear over, and pulled the servant over. He pushed his shoulder with his shoulder, used the man as a weapon, raised it up and began to rotate. The guy who used the wooden stick broke the stick on Butcher's body, and was smashed into his head by the flying meteor (hammer).

In fact, two heads exploded together. After a bang, the red, white, yellow, and black mixed into a fog. Someone rushed over again.

‘Kill them, kill them all!’ The voice became ferocious, no longer his wife, but Butcher himself.

"Kill!" Butcher did not retreat but advanced, hammered the person in his hand to both sides, and held half of his body with his left and right hands, rushed towards the enemy. His body turned red again, like the setting sun shining on it again, like blood, like fire.

Smart people hurriedly hid far away, and smarter people put themselves in beast cages, hugging them with those beasts who are more sensitive to danger and shivering.

‘You will win, always.’ That voice rang in my mind again: ‘But you won’t get what you want, you will never get. Your ending is already doomed, just like everyone, you will embrace failure and die in victory.’

"Shut up, shut up!" Butcher's muscles swelled again, and were as powerful as the demon king climbing up from hell. A circle of white light surrounded his head, which was a manifestation of the explosion of spiritual superpowers. Every time the muscles swelled, this circle of light would tighten, trying to calm Butcher down. He fought with the mind, beast nature and reason in constant conflicts. Butcher was a natural berserker, but he had been looking for spiritual tranquility. In the past, he failed repeatedly and had no choice but to do anything, but now the spiritual superpowers opened a new door for him. Ricas chose to use spiritual superpowers to make himself more powerful, and Butcher chose to use spiritual superpowers to make himself more controlled.

Calm down! Butcher said to himself. The swaying voice in his mind is not me, and my body that is constantly feeling threatening is not me. Mike once said that controlling yourself requires calmness first, even in a violent state, even if the mountains collapse in front of his nose. This is not Kelmanga, that kind of thing is enough!

The panicked servant found Tessian and was seeing the high-level templar samurai installing prosthetics for Rikas. The Moor knelt on the ground, burst into tears, his shoulders trembled, but he held his arms steadily. He no longer had his right hand. If this telescopic long sword prosthesis could not be perfected, victory would become a joke. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the floor, in the blood, his right hand that he had been thirty years old, could no longer be used.

The servant was stunned by this scene and hesitated. The tauren smiled slightly, rubbed his fingers quietly with Taixi's back. The slave was in a daze and suddenly shouted, "Master, something is wrong! The slave rebelled!"

Taixian shook his hand, and the prosthetic limb was cut open again and fell to the ground. Ricas was hit hard again, and the veins on his neck were almost exploded. He bit his tongue and did not let himself shout. He knew that if he shouted loudly, he would be disliked by Taixian and might not even have a chance to participate.

The high-level templar warrior waved his hand, and the long whip strengthened by his spiritual power flew out with a silence, snatching the servant's mouth and face. "Bad, how can he shout!" He put away the long whip, picked up the prosthetic sword on the ground as if nothing had happened, then looked at the wound, shook his head. "It's not easy to install it now."

"Master, it's okay, I can hold it back." Ricas swallowed the blood in his mouth and reached out to wipe the sweat on his head. "I want to win for you, even if I die, I won't hesitate. What's some pain?"

"Well, that's right." Taixian adjusted the angle of the prosthetic sword and poked Rikas' wound again. "You have to concentrate on cooperating with me, there will naturally be guards outside to take care of it. Can a mere slave still make a fuss?"
Chapter completed!