Bang!

The sacred energy rose up in awe. Dan Anderson could not withstand the surging impact. His broken body slammed on the solid walls of the arena, leaving behind a bright red blood stain, and slowly slid down the yellow sand ground.

"Oh hehe...hehe!" The heavy breathing mixed with painful moans, Dan Anderson barely supported his body with his arms, and the scars on his abdomen were hit by pure force cracked again.

The dark red blood energy completely loses the healing effect during the erosion of the golden light. The broken organs are exposed along the scars, contaminated and rubbed hard and dry yellow sand, causing a slight pain.

"Gods pity the world, and demons must not exist in the world." Odus stepped forward, bathed in the blessing of the God of Power, with hideous scars on his arms.

In comparison, he was the least injured, and Aden and Abbott suffered heavy damage from blood chains in Dan Anderson's counterattack. Now he is afraid to do his best.

The final battle belonging to them has not begun.

"God?" Dan Anderson spitted out a mouthful of blood, and a hint of disgust appeared on his silent face. He hated the hypocritical clergy and the gods behind him.

He wanted to continue the attack, but the power in his body was severely lost.

"Ha, I really didn't expect that I would be in the hands of the clergy in the end. This is ridiculous."

Dan Anderson looked at Odus who walked carefully, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If anyone can save me, I will be the master of you...even the evil god is no exception."

The sharp axe is raised high, and the winter sunlight reflects bloody and cold light.

Buzz!

The small dagger that was flying at an extremely fast speed spanned the distance of space, pulled out a transparent airflow, and then hit the sharp axe hard, shifting the attack route.

Odus staggered, his arms holding the sharp axe tightly paralyzed, and then there was a roar in his ears that ran through the sky.

Bang!

Within vision, a figure fell from the sky, causing yellow sand to cover up a large area.

Looking down at Dan Anderson beside his feet, Draven rubbed his nose and there was yellow sand inside: "Hey, little guy, are you interested in joining my prison?"

With difficulty turning over, Dan Anderson looked up at the blurry figure in the yellow sand, and tried hard to smile...

"Mutous!? What a pity." Draven muttered. Judging from his previous performance, although this guy's talent is less than one thousandth of his own, it is quite good...

OK, it can be one percent.

"Well... disabled... with decent deeds, it should attract the interest of many audiences."

The liquidators in the Noxus Empire became a semi-entertainment and semi-fighting profession in Draven's hands. Each well-known liquidator has his own set of carefully arranged background stories, fighting styles and distinct personality traits behind him.

And the guy under his feet does not need to deliberately construct everything above.

Dan Anderson, who was lying on the yellow sand ground, heard this, and the smile on the corner of his mouth turned into convulsions. After accumulating strength for a while, he said hoarsely: "I do."

Regardless of the rest, just one bottle of potion changes his body and even possesses extraordinary power, you can vaguely see a corner of the terrifying force behind it.

Not to mention, you can save your life in the face of death.

"A wise choice." Draven nodded with a smile, then took off the half-height flying axe from behind, and the rapid wind suddenly rose.

"Look at it well, study hard."

"Now........."

"In my style...set everything!"

The noise was mixed with strange emotions, but the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Looking at the gravel, Odus, Aiden and Abbott looked at each other. They smelled an unusual smell and their expressions became more and more serious.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Suddenly, the invisible and transparent airflow rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, revealing the scene inside.

Odus and the other two paused, Draven's cool shape was reflected in their pupils, the extremely rotating flying axe held in their hands attracted their attention, and countless ripples of air overflowed along the air flow.

“The rules change.”

Draven looked at the three people in front of him arrogantly, and a faint blood color flashed in his deep eyes. "If you knock me down once, you can get a new life."

"No matter how many people!"

Rumble!

The overflowing life energy broke the solemn atmosphere, and the three of Odus rose sharply with a slightly ferocious look. How much did you look down on them? Knock down?

[Intermediate level magic: Blessing of power]!

The white golden expression energy descended from the void above his head, covering Odus's body, and the sharp axe with a cold light was also stained with some glory.

"The God of Power will favor me. Death is not the end, and the Kingdom of God is the right destination."

[High-level magic: violent power]!

As the prayer fell, a dazzling pure white light column appeared above the prison, like armor, draped on Odus, real and eye-catching, with a strong sense of sacredness.

This is the difference between the Knight Profession and the Templar Knight.

Knight professions rely on their own strength to comprehend the abilities in their bloodline, while the Templar Knights can pray to the great gods they belong to.

Generally speaking, the Templar Knight with the strength of a great knight can obtain two intermediate magic techniques every day with a firm level of faith to strengthen his own strength. Of course, devouts and crazy believers always have additional advantages.

Odus is a pious and fanatical Templar Knight.

Bang!

Step forward, with yellow and dusty feet spreading. Odus double-wielded axe, bathed in glory, and quickly approached Draven. The life breath of originally a great knight, faintly broke the barrier after obtaining the blessing of two divine techniques.

"The unbeliever accepts the punishment of power!"

[High-level magic: Wealth·Sword of Judgment]!

Aiden, in the exposed information, was the judge knight of the Temple of Wealth, but at the same time, his hidden identity included being a member of the priesthood of the Temple of Wealth, a rare dual cultivator, and possessing an extremely firm belief in the Goddess of Wealth.

The sharp blade slashed across the wrist, and blood containing golden light dripped on the yellow sand ground, depicting a sacred magic array in the area in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The air trembled, and a pure golden sword slowly condensed, pointing straight at Draven, and then two winged angels appeared in the center of the magic circle, holding the golden sword tightly, silently accumulating strength, and striving to maximize damage.

Odus and the others did not reserve at all. Since they appeared in the arena, they had already observed the guy sitting on the high platform. The voice released later successfully told him that this guy was the head of the prison, or the warden.

So, at the beginning of the battle, they went all out to defeat Draven.

Newborns, they have longed for a long time.

Frequent battles and visions in the arena attracted many spectators in the stands, especially when Dan Anderson held his head high and Draven joined the battle.

Now, the surging and bursting magical visions also made these unfirmed believers cheer warmly.

The Templar Knights, the Noble, what a fun and beautiful bloody battle.

"Can you win?" Isda's eyes locked in the battle in the arena, and the gloomy color dissipated, and hope and nervousness appeared on his face.

Not only him, but also many representatives of the power temple, noble parliament and other forces are paying attention to the results in the venue. They hope to see Valoran take more things instead of letting Modrian lead him.

"God? Unbeliever?" Draven said with a slight sarcastic expression. "I only believe in myself."

"I am loyal only for pain."

【Spinning Flying Axe】!

Draven looked at the Knight of Power who was approaching his body, his eyes were bloody and bloody. He then moved his left hand slightly, threw a flying axe, cutting the air at an extremely fast speed, and plowing clear marks on the yellow sand ground.

Sharp!

The rotating flying axe slashed on the raised golden axe blade, and stopped Odus' advancement. The flying axe soared into the air and swung to Draven at a clever angle.

"Hear? The death bell has ringed for you."

【Spinning Flying Axe】!

Without any stop, Draven's bloody eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately threw out the flying axe in his right hand, carrying the terrifying power and pulling out white marks.

Crunch!

Puff!

Accompanied by the sharp sound of bone cutting, sticky blood sputtered in the winter sun, an arm holding a platinum axe soared into the air and fell to the ground, stained with large areas of yellow sand.

"Ahhhhhh----"

Until this moment, a shrill scream spread in the warm cheers. Asxs. ripples were rippled, and then disappeared.

"Huh?" Draven looked at the two-winged angel above his head, his blood-colored eyes filled with madness. He felt that he had been locked by the magic circle. In a trance, the golden angel issued a reprimanding word, angrily swung his sword and slashed.

"Are you so anxious to die?"
Chapter completed!