Hearing this, the witch Elena discovered that the previous pope who she had turned into a white cat was also there.
"hehe……"
Witch Alina said with a joking smile.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Pope, I left in a hurry that night and forgot to change you back..."
The white cat gave a cold "meow".
Although the person who tied the bell needs to be untied, the Pope will not ask the other party to change him back.
"That's not as good as this!"
Witch Alina immediately suggested.
"Anyway, we have a common enemy today, so why not make a one-day alliance? Let's make an alliance today!"
"After we join forces to deal with the three giants, we will break up together!"
With that said, the witch Alina looked at the white cat again and said seductively.
"As an ally, I will change you back, Lord Pope, afterwards." ωωw..net
Although it was good for him to become the Pope, he still rejected him.
He didn't want to mix with the people from the witch coven.
Even today, they have a common enemy and will not compromise.
After all, the enemy of your enemy is not necessarily your friend.
Different road non-phase plan!
"After we finish solving the troubles of the Big Three today, we will do our best to deal with your witch group!"
"When the time comes, I will make you kneel down and beg to help me remove the black magic!"
Looking at Ye Feng and his group's leaving figures, the witch Alina was angry and annoyed.
"Hmph, do you look down on the strength of our witches?"
"But if you don't join forces with us today, you will definitely suffer a lot."
"You have no idea how many powerful people the Big Three have invited to take charge!"
"You will definitely regret it!"
The witch Alina did not leave, but instead went to the auditorium. She wanted to see with her own eyes the scene when Ye Feng was defeated in the arena and asked for help.
"At that time, you will be completely defeated and lose your value. Whether to save you or not depends entirely on the mood of our witches!"
The words are divided into two parts.
Ye Feng entered the backstage of the arena and waited for his appearance.
The host of the arena warmly welcomed Ye Feng.
"Dear Ye War God, I have long admired your name!"
The host is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with the body shape and appearance inherent to the ancient Romans. He was also an outstanding gladiator in the past.
But compared to his fighting skills, his eloquence is obviously superior.
So after retiring, he became a host in the arena.
"It's an honor for me to preside over this unprecedented battle today!"
This kind of wrestling is full of gimmicks and attracts a lot of attention. Even before the war begins, it has been frequently searched in countries around the world.
Being able to host such a big event is a rare opportunity that many hosts dream of.
The host has also admired Ye Feng's name for a long time. It is an even greater honor to meet the real person alive today.
I haven't had time to ask for a signature yet.
At this time, another group of people entered the background one after another.
"Ye Zhanshen, you came very early!"
The visitor was none other than Caesar VII.
"Lord Caesar!" the host said hello quickly.
Caesar VII looked at Ye Feng, and with the arrogance of a superior, prepared to give alms to Ye Feng for his last chance to survive.
"What I said before still stands."
"As long as you go to the arena outside, apologize to me and my Caesar family in front of everyone, and swear allegiance, I can forget the past and make peace with you!"
As he spoke, Caesar VII made a gesture of invitation and pointed to the passage.
Passing through that passage, outside is the arena scene.
"Survival or destruction, it's your choice!"
Facing the opportunity given by Caesar VII.
The host said to Ye Feng in surprise.
"It would be great to be able to reconcile!"
"Although I have to miss the explanation of an unprecedented battle, I still hope that you can shake hands and make peace."
"Or just play an exhibition match at the end and call it a day."
From the host's point of view, Ye Feng is almost certain to lose in this battle, so he is happy for Ye Feng to be able to negotiate peace.
"You won't miss this opportunity."
Ye Feng said to the host, and then urged Caesar VII.
"Ask your people to catch up quickly, don't keep me waiting."
"Oh, by the way, where are the other two of the Big Three?"
"You three can come together later!"
As Ye Feng spoke, his figure disappeared at the end of the passage.
Everyone at the scene was left extremely surprised.
Unexpectedly, Ye Feng directly rejected Lord Caesar's kindness and left no escape route?
Caesar VII was even more shocked and angry.
"Damn Oriental, you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me!"
Caesar VII suddenly became murderous.
"Haha, Lord Caesar, who made you so angry!?"
At this time, another noble young man came over surrounded by a crowd of people.
"Master Crassus!" Upon seeing this, the master saluted and said hello again, but still received no reply.
This man is the eldest son of the Crassus family, named Luca Crassus, and he is almost the designated next heir to the family.
"Where is your father?" Caesar VII asked.
"We have already entered the VIP table." Luca Crassus said with a smile, "Lord Caesar, please go over quickly, we are waiting for you."
Caesar VII nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly asked angrily: "Who do you plan to send to the stage?"
"I want to remind you that your opponent is not an ordinary person, so don't underestimate your opponent!"
Luca Crassus pointed at a strong man behind him and said: "Don't worry, we are facing a powerful enemy. Our Crassus family will naturally go all out! We have brought the strongest person in the family!"
The host looked back curiously and was shocked and exclaimed.
"War God Torres!?"
"Called to be the strongest human being in the West!"
"Accepted by the God of War, and obtained the godhead of the God of War!"
The host also did not expect that a strong man of this level would appear in the arena. This was much higher than that of the gladiators.
When Caesar VII saw that the Crassus family had also sent their strongest men, he nodded with satisfaction and was mentally prepared.
On the surface, this battle is against the Eastern God of War, but behind the scenes, it is actually a dispute between the three giant families. The winner will be decided today.
"Has that boy from the East arrived already?"
Torres, the God of War, is two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and almost no trace of excess fat. He has maximized the potential of the human body!
"Just now...he has walked into the passage, and now it's almost time to take the stage..."
The host replied.
"good!"
God of War Torres nodded, then lowered his head and said to Luca Crasu: "Master, you go to the VIP table first to watch the battle."
"I'm going to rip off that boy's head from Dongfang!"