The fog cleared and the audience was in an uproar.∷∷,
How many seconds has it been? Already the winner has been decided?
Trust, who was so arrogant just now that his nostrils were in the sky and could spit shit from his mouth, was already on the stage. Due to the heavy injuries, Trust was unable to maintain his transformed form and returned to his human form before the fog cleared.
The situation reversed so quickly that even the trust itself could not believe it, not to mention the audience.
Not sure whether he wanted to curse or say something, Trust propped up his body on his elbows, raised his neck, and looked at Raven who was smiling calmly in front of him. When he opened his mouth, there was a big mouthful of blood.
"Cough..." The severe pain in his lungs made Trust unable to say anything. Trust desperately discovered that as he coughed, the blood he coughed up actually contained fragments of lung lobes.
Shi Shiran walked up to Trust and squatted down. Raven used a live rope to support Trust's chin: "You seemed to have said just now that the countdown was only ten times? Why did you end up breaking your hand and hamstrings and lying on the ground?
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"Ugh...ahem..." Trust's face was flushed abnormally, as if he wanted to argue, and his neck was so bulging that it felt like two tubes were stuffed into his neck.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot, you can't even say 'surrender' now."
That's right, Raven is squawking now.
By chance, no one in the audience felt that Raven was going too far. After all, Trust's scolding just now was too unpleasant. That extremely wanton and arrogant declaration became a joke when it met Raven's absolute strength.
The audience is not annoyed now. Even if no one likes Raven, they are still happy to see Trust, who represents Faerun, using his life to make jokes.
In a competition, there are only three situations that can determine the outcome: one party shouts surrender; one party dies; the referee terminates the game after one party loses consciousness.
None of the three situations are true now.
The bloodthirsty hearts of the audience in the Mosha Empire were suddenly aroused. These audiences have been watching gladiatorial competitions for many years, between people and people, and between people and monsters... If the confrontation is too short and invisible, it cannot bring much excitement to the audience.
For pleasure, such cruel killing can still make up for this regret.
"Trust! I can't do such a bloody thing as ripping off human flesh and blood. How about we discuss it? I'll give you two choices. I'll stab you with one sword after another until you can't bear it and kowtow to me three times.
Express your willingness to be my slave, or you may die directly..."
At this moment, Trust chose to die without hesitation. Like a dying fish that was thrown ashore. Trust tried desperately to breathe and tried to get air into his lungs, but his bloodshot eyes were staring at Raven, the hostility in his eyes gone.
Not reduced at all.
Using a live rope to strangle Trust's neck, Raven went around behind Trust. He took out a jagged dagger and struck Trust on the thigh.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo worse and hurting me than me."
A mysterious voice echoed in Trust's ears like an auditory hallucination: "Send in! Give in! Give in, and you will feel much better!"
Trust could clearly feel that his will was dissipating with the passage of life, but this hypnotic voice was rapidly devouring his soul.
I will never give in!
The world exists for me. I am the king of the world!
Trust shouted in his heart.
However, five seconds later, the second sword penetrated, this time into the sole of Trust's left foot.
Another wave of unbridled soul impact mixed with pain.
No!
I won't give in!
I am the only one in the world!
A muffled scream came from his mouth, but Trust's eyes were confused.
The third sword.
This time it was his right arm, and the physical pain was not so sharp. Trust's eyes looked a little hazy, as if he was drunk.
No.
How could I give in?
In this world, what am I...?
The memory in his mind was confused, and Trust found that he couldn't remember what he had done.
In the VIP seats outside the venue, the two dukes who represented the Faerûn Empire attending the contest couldn't sit still. They knew Trust's trump card. They thought Trust was trying to paralyze Raven. When Raven got close, he suddenly transformed.
Give Raven a fatal blow.
This kind of anti-murder drama has been seen many times in China.
Now it seems that is not the case at all.
From the enlarged image, it can be seen that Trust's eyes are wandering, which means that all his resistance has been used in the fog, and now Trust is just a fat sheep to be slaughtered by Raven.
Something bad happened!
Trust is the illegitimate son of a certain big shot. Although he cannot be given a formal identity and status, once he dies in the ring, the two dukes will surely suffer.
"Count Tristan! Please stop His Highness Yunfield's behavior. This is a kind of abuse that violates the spirit of martial arts."
Although Tristan is a legendary strongman, when has he ever been begged by two imperial dukes? He is clearly at odds with Raven, but at this moment, Tristan is still a little secretly happy.
He secretly scolded the other party for being shameless. Why didn't that kid say it was against the spirit of martial arts when he was spitting feces? But Tristan said: "The guy on the field claims to be the King of Corianpas at any time.
!How can I, a little earl, command him?"
Seemingly realizing that Tristan was just a decoration, the two pot-bellied Dukes ignored their manners and trotted down the VIP aisle with their servants to the sidelines.
At this time, Raven had already struck the tenth sword.
I don't know if it is because the other party is the Child of Destiny, but it is much more difficult to subdue a Child of Destiny than Raven imagined.
Fortunately, Trust is stronger than Raven imagined, and it is estimated that he can survive three or five sword strikes.
"His Royal Highness Yunfield! Keep someone under your command!"
"Don't kill Trust, you will gain Faerun's friendship!"
Raven pretended not to hear, and continued to stab with the dagger unhurriedly.
The eyes of the two dukes were about to explode with anger. They almost wanted to rush to the stage with their men. Emperor Mosha raised his mouth slightly, and the four legendary strong men suddenly stood like a wall across the Dukes of Faerun.
and between the arena.
At the VIP table, a Sanctuary-level warrior from the Mosha Empire exuded a powerful aura, pressing down on the Faerun team. The meaning was very clear, you can shout, but you cannot use actions to interfere with the competition!
Suddenly remembering that Corianpas wanted to open up the south, the two dukes quickly reached a consensus: "Stop! Let the trust go. We are willing to donate five million mainland gold coins as a donation to support Corianpas' expansion plan!"
Just at this moment, the system prompt that Raven had been waiting for finally came:
"You once again used the [Conqueror's Sword] special effect [Conquest]: You finally succeeded in twisting the will of Trust, the son of destiny of the Faerun Empire. From this moment on, you are the supreme king of Trust, and he will obey all your orders.
, even if you let him kill his father."
"You have collected 8200 points of the power of destiny, and now the achievement progress of Son of the World is 15000/36000."
Raven smiled, and quietly gave an order to Trust through the spiritual connection of the Conqueror's Sword: "After you recover from your injuries, go to the Setan Labyrinth and voluntarily hand over your soul to Setan, the guardian spirit of the labyrinth."
Over there, Raven turned to look at the two Dukes of the Faerun Empire: "Remember what you said."
"Absolutely!" The two dukes would never dare to say the word "no" at this moment.
Raven grabbed the back of Trust's head with one hand and pushed Trust to the ground!
"Bang" Trust hit the hard floor with a slap and passed out.
"Referee! This guy fainted! Do you want to announce the result?"
Of course the referee declared Raven the winner!
Several legendary strongmen blocking the front of the Faerun team simultaneously made way for a passage, allowing the Faerun people to run onto the stage to treat their thorn in their side.
The world of Ultron has a divine magic called "Advanced Restoration". Although Trust is very miserable, as long as he is treated in time, there will be no sequelae.
But no one expected that a month later, when Trust was completely cured, he suddenly disappeared. Before his disappearance, the message to his master was: "The world is big, I want to go out for a walk."
No one would know that he went to Seitan Fortress to kill someone...
No one except Raven would have expected what happened to Trust a month later.
Anyway, that night, the Faerun Empire did deliver the gold coins as promised.
"Oh? I didn't expect you guys to be really reputable and would give me money so quickly, and you would pay with god's gold coins."
The Faerun Empire wants to save face, and if it is shouted out, it will naturally not be taken back. Of course, the murderous look of the person who gave the money... was ignored by Raven.
On the contrary, the older Duke was more decent: "Anyway, thank you Your Highness for letting Trust go. I can guarantee with my honor that Faerun will not hate Your Highness for this."
Raven secretly laughed in his heart: If you knew that I would still kill Trust if I turned around, would you still say this?
What happened in the Faerun Empire was just an episode.
Raven was more concerned about the silence of the Mosha Empire. A dignified Duke's family was destroyed, and Emperor Mosha showed no reaction. Even the investigation report said: Because of the power struggle, the Agar family had internal strife and murdered each other. The result was that only
One little daughter survived.
This report can be said to be extremely false.
Emperor Mosha actually held back, which gave Raven a bit of a headache. A powerful opponent who doesn't respond is the most frightening thing.
Raven had no choice. To obtain the super god profession, the power of destiny was necessary. Children of the World were never discussed in peaceful and friendly terms.
"It's okay! The soldiers will come and cover the water with the earth." Lei Wen comforted himself.
In the top four of the silver group, Colombes is still very strong, because Bai Mao has entered the top half, and Raven is in the bottom half. As for Lenriot and Alpha*Yang, they stopped in the quarterfinals.
Darthnir dutifully sent information about Raven's semi-final opponents.
Raven's head is getting bigger.
Because this guy turned out to be a kismet mage. (To be continued.)
ps: I hope brother Thief Dao San Chi has a good journey! Alas, I suddenly felt emotional, the body is very important!
