I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Fang Sheng and the gladiators followed the sound, and Fang Sheng, who was a bit out of his mind, showed off in such a forceful way that he was no ordinary person at first glance. But, why was I so easily slapped in the face during this mission? Ulysses, did you do it?

The eyes of the gladiators were filled with excitement. They had no other ideas but hoped that many people would come so that they could enjoy the joy of fighting again. If there is only one person, then they will not be able to enjoy it and can only give this person to their boss.

As the subordinates of the Blood God, they have their own pride, and they disdain a group of people besieging one person!

But fate seemed to have played an unpleasant joke on their group.

At the end of this empty and lonely road, the Lord of the Sound, who looked like a bell, appeared in everyone's field of vision. He was a slightly old-looking muscular man. He was wearing a crimson robe, and the muscles on his body held the robe up. Bulging. In his left hand is a sharp sword, and in his right hand is a mace.

Such a mace

The gladiators could feel the aura and reaction of no one else, but they just refused to give up. They didn't quite believe that this big man dared to stop them alone without any assistance.

So the gladiators looked behind the man eagerly, wanting to see if there were any companions behind this big man. But it's a pity that behind the man is a lonely street scene with no trace of anyone. He is really the only one going to the meeting alone.

The gladiators who received bad answers and had their illusions shattered were a little frustrated. There was only one enemy, and that was definitely their boss. Once again, they couldn't experience the fun of fighting.

The big muscle man looked depressed. Since this human dared to stop them alone, he was extremely confident in his own strength. It's really sad that he can't fight with such a strong man.

The big muscle man looked at the buildings around him, and felt the urge to destroy the buildings to vent his dissatisfaction.

Looking back at Fang Sheng, he held the big sword tightly in his right hand and stared at the big man who suddenly appeared.

If it didn't surprise him, the person in front of him should be the war priest of the Church of War. The sense of danger in the other person was no joke.

Fang Sheng's eyes fell on the mace on the man's left hand. This gleaming mace could probably blow his head to pieces with one blow, and his brains would flow all over the floor...

It's a bit difficult to handle. He whispered to himself.

"Demons! According to the customs of St., even if you are a group of lowly demons, you are still a group of enemies worthy of my attention. So I will declare my name. I am Antonio, the war priest!" The man in red shouted loudly. , and then looked directly at the thin Fang Sheng.

Antonio was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw Fang Sheng's thin body and covered face, but fortunately, as a war priest, what scene did he not see? Without being too surprised, he raised his sword and pointed it at Fang Sheng, and sarcastically said: "Are you the leader of this group of demons? You don't even dare to reveal your true identity. You really embarrass your master."

It can be judged from the blood in the air that the gladiators this time are very different from those in the past, otherwise they would not be able to break through the blood wolf's encirclement and fight out of the arena.

Thinking of this, Antonio felt gloomy. He was more or less responsible for the destruction of the Extraordinary Legion. It's just that the extraordinary legion has been destroyed, why are there still sounds of fighting in the arena?

Antonio, who was out of the state, expressed his confusion. He preconceptionally believed that the extraordinary legion had been destroyed, so the war nobles watching the battle would certainly not be able to escape the killings of the gladiators.

If he hadn't noticed the aura of demons around the arena before, I'm afraid Antonio would still be in the church, praying to the great God of War as usual.

Ulysses was naturally informed of the situation outside the arena. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, withdrew the steel knife hidden in the dark, and paid attention to the situation of the glorious believers as if nothing had happened.

Poor Mr. War Priest who doesn't know everything, what choice will you make when you know everything? And dear Mr. Knight, you have to work hard and don’t die in the hands of that war priest...

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Outside the court, Fang Sheng had already rushed to Antonio's side, raised his sword high and struck down hard. Relying on the protection and blessing of the Skull Lord, he still has strong physical strength even after experiencing several battles, giving him the illusion that as long as his blood energy is still there, he can continue fighting all day long.

Antonio easily received Fang Sheng's attack and swung the mace in his left hand, aiming for Fang Sheng's head.

Fang Sheng quickly stepped back, recalling the strong wind just now, with a somewhat frightened look on his face. If he was hit by this attack, and if the battle did not continue, he would probably have his head smashed to pieces.

Fang Sheng couldn't stand it any longer. How many games had he won in a row? Just matched with Tongtiandai?

Antonio glanced at Fang Sheng, then looked around at the crowd of gladiators, and taunted the group: "Demons, your boss is not that good either, why don't you all come together."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like throwing a huge boulder into a lake that was already a little turbulent, creating an even bigger storm. The gladiators were in an uproar, but out of inner perseverance, they were really unwilling to besiege Antonio.

As for Fang Sheng, he really wanted to team up with the gladiators to besiege this somewhat old-fashioned war priest, but he couldn't.

Fang Sheng had no doubt that if he said these words, the big muscle man would be able to aim his battle ax at him first and chop him up before fighting with this war priest.

TMD made a big mistake, and Fang Sheng angrily criticized himself for being such a fool, from the beginning of his rebellion until now. He actually didn't put on his heavy armor. He had been relying on the cloth on his body to fight with these fully armed soldiers, enjoying the pleasure of fighting and the blood boiling in his body...

Fuck, did the Skull Master's blood have such a profound impact on me? Fang Sheng asked himself.

"Boss, kill this guy quickly." The big muscleman behind him urged. He couldn't wait any longer. If no one fought with him anymore, he would demolish the building next to him for fun.

Fang Cimicifuga heard this. If you can do it, go ahead. If you can't, don't rush...

But he only dared to say this in his heart, and in the end he had to bite the bullet.

Far north, this guy Ulysses has no martial ethics. Fang Sheng cursed in his heart. In his opinion, the war priest's appearance was caused by Ulysses. If he hadn't known that Ulysses could spy on him, Fang Sheng could guarantee that he would have scolded him a hundred times dirtier than before.