I take the witch with me to conquer the world

If he acted in accordance with Ulysses' instructions, he might still have a chance to survive. If he did not act in accordance with his instructions, not only Corell, but also Lewan and the knights who came to rescue him would be killed. If the disaster comes, you may lose your life.

This is what Fang Sheng doesn't want to see. In this extraordinary world, being able to become a national master, being resented by so many people, ridiculing him as a monster, and still being able to live shows his strength. He didn't think that he, Lewan and the knights could deal with Ulysses, so he had to temporarily avoid his edge and find ways to exploit loopholes to gain a chance of survival.

Although there was little hope, Fang Sheng was still prepared to give it a try.

Donald did not stop Fang Sheng anymore. He watched the knight from Aram enter the first-floor prison where the gladiators were held, and walked towards the deeper second-floor prison. He looked confused and was a little confused about Ulysses' arrangements.

He couldn't figure out what these big shots were thinking, so he didn't want to think about it anymore. He had already fulfilled his responsibility. As long as he told the boss about the matter, the subsequent matters would have nothing to do with him.

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Fang Sheng frowned when he returned to the prison on the second floor. Under his perception, the dark and boundless prison had been completely filled with blood. Even the magic in the air had been replaced by blood. He could no longer feel a trace of magic. breath...

No wonder he felt some blood energy when he was in the prison on the first floor. If this situation continues, it won't be long before the gladiators on the first floor will be infected by the blood energy and become beasts that only know how to kill... Fang Sheng sighed in his heart, The sadness of the rabbit's death and the fox's death welled up in his heart. If he hadn't been favored by the goddess of radiance, he might have become one of these beasts.

In this case, does Correll really still have self-awareness? Fang Sheng cheered up and then thought about it. The extraordinary vision allowed him to see clearly the situation in the prison on his left and right hands. Each of these gladiators had red eyes and some blood on their bodies. More or less, their eyes showed desire. He stared at himself.

It seemed that the next moment they were released, they would swarm up and try to tear Fang Sheng into pieces.

Seeing the crazy desire in their eyes, Fang Sheng's chances of Corel staying sane dropped by a few points.

"Goddess of Glory bless you..." He murmured in a low voice, then quickened his pace and walked quickly through the crazy eyes of a group of wolves and tigers who wanted to tear him apart, eat meat and drink blood.

Arriving in front of Corel's cell, Fang Sheng felt the joyful blood in the air, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly called out: "Corel!" The voice was so loud that even Fang Sheng himself didn't notice it. His shouts were laced with some glorious magic.

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In the dark cell, Correll sat on the bed and leaned against the cold wall, slowly eating the food given to him by Mr. Roland. He had no competition, but fortunately, Mr. Roland gave him more food, and in addition to the competition, During his time on the field, he developed the habit of collecting grain. This saved him from hunger.

Although the white bread in his mouth was very delicious, the complicated thoughts in his mind made Correll feel nothing when eating it and it tasted like chewing gum. He was more concerned about Mr. Roland's situation.

Last night, he had thought about whether Mr. Roland might have been killed by that frivolous extraordinary person. Someone was preparing to escape before the arena. After being killed by that person, there were guards with that person. A head-to-head inspection showed that this was the fate of those who escaped.

But such a situation has not occurred until now, so Correll felt that Mr. Roland was not dead and must have escaped, otherwise the guards would definitely show off Mr. Roland's head. So he was a little desperate. At first, he complained about Mr. Roland, but then he thought about it, he just met him by chance and there was no reason to save him.

What kind of oaths and promises are not worth mentioning in the face of life and death. After thinking about it, Corell felt envious. If he was also a transcendent, would he be able to escape from the arena like Mr. Roland?

But it was just a fantasy. After returning to reality, he was still the same ordinary person. It was impossible to defeat that frivolous extraordinary person. The other party swung his sword casually, and he died in his hands.

I'm still too weak and don't have extraordinary power... Correll was a little desperate. His eyes were red, and what was floating in his mind were Roland's previous words with him. He didn't hate Mr. Roland, he just wanted to gain extraordinary power, escape from the arena, and return to the Aram Empire to meet his gentle mother and lovely sister.

It seems that Roland's successful escape stimulated Corel, causing Corel to desire extraordinary power like never before at this moment.

Yes, power... I need power, I need the power to escape from the arena and kill that extraordinary person! I want to see my mother and sister. I need to live. I can't die in this arena!

A simple thought appeared in Correll's mind and persisted for a long time, causing his eyes to gradually turn scarlet and the white bread in his right hand to fall under the bed. At this time, the blood in the air began to cheer, as if celebrating the birth of the leader. They crossed the prison door and poured into the cage where Corell was held. They gradually attached to Corell's body, making his body shape. It gradually grew larger, and at the same time, the aura of bloodthirsty and madness gradually filled up.

At this moment, a familiar call sounded, like spring thunder after the rain, exploding in Corel's mind: "Corel!"

The cry full of radiant magic penetrated the air full of blood, roaring away the many blood energy surrounding Correll. At the same time, Correll, who heard a familiar voice, subconsciously murmured: "Mr. Roland?"

The scarlet color in his eyes gradually dissipated, and Corel's spirit was lifted. Perhaps it was because he almost received the blessing from the demon, so that he could now directly see or even feel the blood in the air.

The unpleasant smell of blood stimulated his sense of smell. His face turned bitter and he almost vomited out the food he had eaten. However, the previous experience of being hungry suddenly appeared, and he subconsciously held back. Then he looked at the door of the cell, and an unexpected face appeared at the door.

"Mr. Roland??" Corell said hesitantly. He recognized Fang Sheng, the person who had a pleasant conversation with His Majesty Zhan.

Fang Sheng ignored the emotion in Corell's eyes and asked quickly: "Are you okay? How do you feel? Do you have any strange feelings? For example, do you feel that you are very powerful? Do you want to tear this prison door apart? ?”