【Bloody Sprint】!

Outside the magic circle that was emitting sacred energy, a bloody light appeared under Draven's feet. The flying axe rotating in his hands became more and more rapid, and the surging airflow rolled up thin yellow sand.

"Draven... launches a full-scale attack!"

A hideous smile appeared on his face, Draven's eyes stared at Aiden and the golden winged angel holding the sword of judgment above the magic circle.

【Spinning Flying Axe】!

Draven held his head up and his chest, trampled on the yellow sand ground, blood ripples like water, splashing a little red blood, which was the death certificate left by the loser before.

The next moment.

The extremely fast rotating axe Lishou slashed at the blade of the Sword of Judgment with thunder, and directly cut off the golden blade with unrivaled power.

Chih!

The flying axe with a cold light surrounded the stands with a spiral force, causing bursts of cheers. Then, as he went back and forth, he cut the angel's lifelike left wing with a sharp axe blade and landed on Draven's left hand.

Bang!

The faint blood-colored ripples exploded slightly, and Draven held the flying axe, causing his steps to pause slightly, but his body twisted slightly along the power-filled flying axe to stop the stagnation and exploded from his feet at a more rapid speed.

Chih!

The second axe was thrown out.

Carrying red energy, it slashed towards the angel's heads on both wings, tearing out traces of vacuum transparency along the way.

The golden and red energy collision was like a gorgeous firework blooming, and then in Draven's fierce and bloodthirsty smile, the flying axe accurately cut off the angel's head.

“Strike and slide.”

Draven took a dexterous step towards the landing point of the flying axe that had collapsed at a strange angle. Blood-colored energy surged, and his right hand easily clamped the handle of the axe.

"Come again!"

Chih!

The third axe rushed towards the magic circle.

This time, with the courage to move forward, he slashed out at the core of the sacred magic array and ploughed out clear axe marks.

boom!

puff!

The magic circle was forcibly destroyed and collapsed directly, while the caster Aiden suffered a backlash, and the blood mixed with the golden light was soaked in the yellow sand, rendering it in the winter sunshine.

He looked at Draven in horror at the speed of approaching Draven, suppressed the restless energy in his body, and devoted himself to the next magical technique that was about to be released.

Because he felt the horror and inexplicable danger of the guy in front of him...

"The great goddess of wealth, pray that you will bless me, pray that you will come to me, pray..." The urgent and pious words roared in the arena, and the poem of praise was faintly set against the noise, which was clearly and attracted attention.

Looking at the situation below, Aiden's desperate situation, the many clergy from the Temple of Wealth in front of the stands whispered at the same time, and the words of prayer blended together, and a vague figure wearing a crown appeared behind Aiden.

"Stop it!"

【Sharp Axe】!

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Draven kept moving forward, his right wrist slightly swung, and the flying axe wrapped in the roar of the wind seemed to enter a no-man's realm. He forced Aiden to fly, and the blurred figure behind him also shattered.

"Remember my name, Glory Executioner Draven."

【Spinning Flying Axe】!

The sharp flying axe in his left hand came out of his hand, tearing apart the air that was falling from golden light, and pointed directly at Aiden, who was unable to move in the air.

In the desperate eyes, the snow-white axe blade cut into the neck, and the bright blood was soaking the eyes, and a faint and boundless darkness came.

Chih!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The flying axe was embedded in the ground, splashing a little yellow sand, and then a big head fell to the ground, rolling down, sprinkling the sticky blood all the way.

Draven stepped on the headless corpse, and the hideous look on his face was slightly soothing. Like Draeus, he liked the wonderful feeling of a person's head leaving the body, which could make his body and mind extremely happy.

Draven pulled out the flying axe from the ground, turned his head and looked at the other side, split his mouth and said, "Hey, Mr. Vampire, have you solved it?"

Baron Abbott.

Oh, maybe he should be called, Abbott Ramsden Mokawi, a purebred blood clan who infiltrated Irvingdale City.

He and Siglid have the same identity, from the Mokawi family, one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, the Secret Alliance.

"Thank you for your tolerance, Warden." Abbott bowed gently, raised his evil face, and his sharp and white teeth appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the blood was extremely eye-catching. "I haven't enjoyed the pure blood of these clergy for a long time." It seemed that after sucking the blood, he threw away Odus' shriveled body, and his blood essence had already flowed out.

Odus, who was severely injured, was no match for Abbott at all, and became a bloody food in the sudden attack.

Abbott silently digested the power in his blood, looked at Draven not far away with fear, and said, "We shouldn't be enemies, aren't we? Siglid can serve under the lord, which means that the Mokawi family has a basis for cooperation with the Valoran."

The rise of the Valoran tribe attracted the attention of many forces, including the Mokawi family, the huge blood clan force hidden in the dark side of the Stoke Kingdom.

Abbott originally wanted to meet with Siglid, the pawned piece of the family, without disturbing anyone, but he did not want to be attacked just after leaving Siglid's residence. He was eventually severely injured and arrested and imprisoned in a dark prison, until today he came out as a gladiator.

He was surprised by the strength of the Valoran Territory and also by Siglid, the chess piece that the family had never liked seemed to have a good position in the Valoran Territory.

"You should consider how to leave here." Draven never cared about other things about Valoran, which were considered by Lord Lord and Lord Svein. He only cared about his own prison and the upcoming liquidator program.

"From my axe."

Abbott looked at Draven, who was not affected by the words at all, and said in a narrow voice: "Behind me are the Mokawi family of the Secret Alliance, the Warden, are you sure you want to do it?"

The rich breath of blood filled Abbott's eyes turned red, and the muscles under the prison uniform raised faintly, stretching out their clothes.

"I even killed the judge knight of the Temple of Wealth. So what if there is an extra vampire?" Draven showed sarcastic expression, and the flying axe in his hands rotated at a rapid speed, causing bursts of airflow.

"Ha, I'm different from them!" Abbot put his right hand on his chest, bowed gently, opened his mouth, and his sharp teeth flickered and seductive luster.

Thorn!

At the shoulder blades behind, a pair of pitch-black wings spread out, and the winter sun shines, and the pulsating red blood vessels and the pale bones revealed at the tips of the wings.

An inexplicable momentum like a red wave swept across the yellow sand and floated beside Abbott.

boom!

The roar of the fanatical and restless whistling reached its climax, and the increasingly fierce battle in the arena made the audience extremely crazy, and each different face showed unconcealed complex desires.

"That's it, that's it!"

"This is where I am Draven is full of charm."

Dravenhuan looked at the stands around him, and a crazy smile appeared on his red face. Invisible force was added to his tall body from the stands, and the bloody light under his feet became brighter.

[Draven Alliance]!

"The axe is in hand, the killing is turned on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Draven ran forward quickly, and the overflowing air stream pulled out transparent traces.

【Spinning Flying Axe】!

The blood-stained axe was like an arrow from the string, rushing towards Abbott, and the terrifying pressure enveloped the dodging space.

The pitch-black wings slowly flapped behind him. Abbott had been paying attention to Draven's movements. When the flying axe took off his hand, he immediately took a few steps back and put his hands on his chest. The red energy and wings complemented each other and turned into blood-colored shields.

Bang!

The snow-white axe blade slashed on the blood-colored shield, but in an instant, the blood-colored shield shattered, and the flying axe fell back into Draven's hands at an incredible angle.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Countless airflows resounded throughout the arena. Draven smiled madly while throwing a flying axe forward, and the bloody light under her feet became stronger and stronger.

Every time a flying axe is left, a shield will be broken.

Draven, on the other hand, caught the flying axe with a clever slid foot and continued to throw it at the vampire not far away.

"Damn it, this guy's skill!" Abbott's face was pale, his hands could not stop at all, and the shields constructed side by side were shattered in the phantom of the flying axe.

Most importantly, he also felt that the power transmitted by the flying axe was getting stronger and stronger, and sometimes he had to rely on the dark wings behind him to block the power transmitted.

Abbott began to experience the pain of Odus and Aiden before. The terrifying flying axe was like a toy in each other's hands, light and portable, but for them, it was a weapon that could kill people by accident.

"I can't continue like this. I have to make changes, otherwise I will be hacked to death."

Recalling Aiden's tragic scene, Abbott's body trembled slightly, and the light from the corner of his eyes frequently looked around the prison, looking for a way to escape.

However, when the soldiers in black armor were in front of the stands, he remembered the scene of the group beatings he had encountered before when he sneaked out of Siglid's room.

Finally, Abbott noticed the top of his head...

There, the only chance!
Chapter completed!