I take the witch with me to conquer the world

By the way, the little devil occupying Angus' body is also very interesting. Ulysses thought about what had just happened. As long as he had said the opposite at that time, the devil would have been strangled by the war nobles. But Ulysses was unwilling. The existence of this devil would make the script more interesting.

At the same time, Ulysses also knew that the vast majority of the nobles present believed in Ashbern's words, and those who believed in his own words... to be exaggerated, it could be said that there was no one. But Ulysses didn't mind. He clearly knew that these people were hesitant because of his own power.

But what if the identity of this devil is exposed? When a clear death crisis approached, Ulysses believed that these nobles would not care about him, they would definitely rise up to resist, and in the end they might even point the sword in their hands at him.

So, let’s wait and see, viewers. The corners of Ulysses' lips curled up, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

……

Above the arena, Fang Sheng saw the opportunity and opened DeWitt's saber with his sword. Then he stepped forward with his right foot and the giant sword in his right hand was quietly replaced by a bloody dagger. In Devitt's shocked eyes, it pierced his right chest, and at this moment, Fang Sheng's posture was like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

"You..." DeWitt looked at the dagger on his chest, his eyes a little confused, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Fang Sheng's loud voice: "Human, you are a good opponent, but you protect the wrong person. Yes. But because your performance pleases me, I won’t take action against the people in the arena.”

After finishing his words, Fang Sheng drew out the bloody dagger, and bright and dazzling blood seemed to spray out, dyeing the surrounding land and air red.

Blood dripped slowly along the blade, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the bright red color on the dagger. They looked at the blood of DeWitt stained on the dagger as if they were possessed.

The next moment, angry condemnations swept in like a violent storm.

"Damn gladiator, why did you kill Lord DeWitt!"

……

The voices of the audience and soldiers were full of resentment, as if they were filled with all the injustice in the world.

At the center of the abuse, Fang Sheng didn't feel anything. To be honest, he didn't expect that the Blood Wolf Commander would hold such a big position in the hearts of the people of Clarklan. But aren’t these people afraid of going back on their word? And then kill them? Shouldn't we be an ostrich in this situation?

Forget it, what to do after considering so much, the first priority is to deal with those soldiers who are infested by the breath of hell. Fang Sheng ignored the insults behind him. The giant sword appeared in his hand, and his blood-red eyes looked at the soldiers whose bodies were as straight as a javelin.

Anyone who looks at it from a distance will sigh that the previous sentence is really a well-disciplined army.

But when you really come in front of this army, the biological instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages will instantly appear, frantically wary of you, and want you to stay away from this ominous army.

Fang Sheng doesn't care about these people's insults, but that doesn't mean others don't care. The big-muscled guy looked around, his big face flushed red, veins protruding on his hands, like the tangled roots of an ancient tree, and the saber in his left hand, which was a little smaller than him, was pinched and dented.

It is no exaggeration to say that the big-muscled guy's whole body was red and warm, even though the target of being scolded was Fang Sheng, not himself. Even if he looks down on his boss and wants to replace him. But he was still angry. He looked around again and shouted in rough Common Tongue: "You bastards, say one more thing!"

As he finished speaking, he waved his battle ax and gestured in the air. Suddenly, the smell of rusty blood filled the air, stimulating the sense of smell of everyone present.

DeWitt, who was lying on the ground and watching what happened, listened to the whole thing silently. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He just hoped that the gladiator who defeated him could restrain this big guy.

But why did he save his own life? DeWitt was a little confused. With that sword strike, the gladiator could clearly pierce his heart and kill him directly. But he didn't do that, he just stabbed himself in the right chest and announced his 'death' to the audience.

Just as DeWitt was thinking deeply about this matter, the atmosphere on the field changed. After the big muscleman finished threatening, the field did fall into a brief silence. But this short silence is like the subtle silence before the change, in order to prepare for the more drastic changes that will follow...

As expected, this brief silence did not last even ten seconds. More violent abuses poured in, and the audience targeted the big muscleman. What's more, he jumped directly from the audience seat, came to the edge of the arena, and walked towards the big muscleman angrily.

Fang Sheng was completely confused by this scene. What the hell is going on? How could there be such a stupid person? Rushing to the River Styx to reincarnate?

Really, Fang Sheng couldn't hold himself tight. If the current situation didn't allow him to cover his face, he really wanted to cover his face to show his helplessness. He himself said that he could spare their lives, but in the end, someone had to catch up and die, which made it really difficult for him to hold on.

Therefore, he is not prepared to restrain the big muscle guy, and even wants to make the big muscle guy do it faster. Fang Sheng really doesn't want to save this kind of person with brain problems, and he can't save him.

As for what the consequences will be after killing him, hehe, maybe these soldiers will swarm up and besiege them, and those soldiers who are contaminated with the breath of hell will also take advantage of it, but Fang Sheng doesn't care. He felt that the blood wolf commander who was lying on the ground and whose life was spared by him would not be able to see through the situation.

There were no accidents, and there were no divine weapons that killed the big muscle guy. Instead, the big muscle guy easily swung his axe, killing the cerebral palsy who came to die with just one move.

The big muscleman pinched the man's head, and then threw the headless corpse back into the audience. He glanced around with bloodthirsty eyes. He wanted to go on a killing spree, but held back because of Fang Sheng's order.

At the same time, the voices in the audience weakened a bit, and the eyes of the wolves in the venue were full of hatred when they looked at the big muscleman.

"There is no need to pay attention to this group of weaklings. Those soldiers are our enemies." Fang Sheng said the fluent universal language coldly. The big muscle man and the few gladiators looked at Fang Sheng. Finally, looking at where Fang Sheng's giant sword was pointing, the disgusting aura from hell made them gear up.

After the words fell, Fang Sheng took the lead in attacking. The gladiators who could no longer hold back let out war cries, and then rushed towards the group of soldiers like wild beasts that had been hungry for a long time when they saw raw meat.