How did I become the Lord of Evil Gods?

Chapter 354 Pollution
Chapter 354: A Glorious Battle (title changed)
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[You encountered——[Fenyego, the God of Decay and Death, level lv? ? ? (Mythology)]]
[You encountered——[Avala, the God of Wine and Victory lv? ? ? (Mythology)]]
[You encountered——[God of Hunting and Death? ? ? lv? ? ? (Mythology)]]
"Are you giving me a gift as soon as I get here? I feel embarrassed." A dark dead wood staff appeared in Fen Yego's hand and he tapped the ground lightly.

Boom!
A dull sound echoed in everyone's ears. The flying arrow seemed to be eroded by some force. Before it could reach Fen Yego, it turned into gray-black residue and fell down.

As for the vicious wolf that pounced on them from behind, it was stopped by another figure.

"It was a close call. If I had been bitten, I would have been fine, but this body would have definitely died." Avala, the god of wine and victory who possessed a mortal body, said these fearful words with an expressionless face.

If He were bitten, His mortal body would die, which would mean He would be defeated.

So He denied the failure and turned it into victory, and the wolf that was flying in the air was stopped in front of Him.

"Ouch!"

The wolf looked at Avala angrily. No matter how he attacked, he would be blocked by the invisible wall in the end.

This guy is also a veteran god!
Poor God of Hunting and Death, as a new generation of gods who was born not long ago, he had no idea about the reputation of the alcoholic Avala.

This guy always finds reasons to fail in battle, then uses them to deny defeat and turn it into an incredible victory.

When fighting against this guy, you can't be careless no matter how big the advantage you have.

If you are not careful, he will kill you in seconds by calling you friendship or partner.

Damn, is this guy really a god?
Fen Yego recalled some unpleasant memories and couldn't help but move a little away from Avala.

He was afraid that if the distance was too close, he would not be able to help but take this opportunity to kick the other person.

"Wolf, come back." Yang Ling softly called the evil wolf back, and then looked at Fen Yego and Avara with a vigilant expression.

I haven't seen you for a while, and I didn't expect Fen Yego to call for help.

They didn't know that god, but what was certain was that he was not someone to be trifled with.

For a moment, Yang Ling had the idea of ​​retreating.

But, if we retreat now, won’t we be chased by the God of Decline and Death again?

"Don't be impatient. Be patient." The evil wolf who returned to Yang Ling's side seemed to see what He was thinking and said in a deep voice.

"you're right."

After hearing what the wolf said, Yang Ling calmed down immediately.

They still have a lot of time and opportunities, so there is no need to take risks at this time.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling slowly put down his longbow and gradually retreated backwards.

"Won't you stop it?"

Seeing this, Avara looked at Fen Yego who was standing beside him.

"Hmm?" The other party looked at him in surprise: "What are you talking about? Shouldn't you be the one to take action at this time?"

"Why else would I pull you over here?"

"Hey."

Hearing Fen Yego's words, Avara's face darkened.

He just came to watch the fun, and his willingness to help just now is already gone.

Let's see what this guy is up to.

"The condition for failure is to voluntarily give up the game!" Avala raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Boom boom! !
The roar and drum sound from ancient times rang in everyone's ears, and in almost the blink of an eye, the scene inside the laboratory turned into an arena.

"oh oh!!"

The area around the arena was filled with spectators.

They were eager to see exciting duels and fights.

"This is."

Yun Mu found herself as one of the spectators in the arena. She sat with Brianna and the others. Below the arena, the Hunting and Death Gods who had originally wanted to retreat stopped.

They have already felt the power of this arena.

You can't run away, because running away means failure.

As for the cost of failure, they don't know, but they are obviously unwilling to try.

But what about the opponent?

The God of Hunting and Death looked around in confusion.

"Of course I'm not the opponent."

Fen Yego, who was sitting in front of Yun Mu, turned around and looked at her.

He pointed to the highest platform in the arena and said, "Avala is there. He is the master of this arena, and the gladiators in this arena are responsible for the duels."

"Can those gladiators really win?" Brenna, who was sitting next to Yun Mu, asked first: "The opponents are gods."

"Haha, I used to think so too." Fen Yego recalled his experience of fighting with Avala and smiled inexplicably.

"In short, you will know when you see it," He said.

Boom!

The heavy iron door suddenly opened upwards, attracting the attention of the God of Hunting and Death.

A gladiator wearing heavy black metal armor, holding a large steel shield and a metal sword, walked slowly out of the iron gate.

"The Lordaeron Arena is the first spectacular building in human history. He watered glory with blood and chose victory with roar. It was in Lordaeron, a country that loves wine and victory, that the god was born." Fen Yego explained to Yun Mu and the others at this time.

"That warrior in black heavy armor was the champion of the Lordaeron Arena for ten consecutive years when it was first established. His bravery was noticed by the gods, so when he died, his soul ascended to the kingdom of God and became one of the guardians of this arena."

boom!
In the dusty arena, the heavily armored warrior has already started to move.

He raised the shield in front of him and charged towards the sheep spirit without hesitation.

"This guy is so fast!"

Yang Ling subconsciously rolled to the side. It was not until this time that he realized that his speed had slowed down a lot.

It's like becoming like an ordinary person.

And his opponent, the heavily armored warrior, seemed to have similar physical fitness to his current one.

But that heavy armor gave the opponent strong defensive power, with his current strength, it would be difficult to penetrate it.

But He is not without advantages.

Compared to a warrior in heavy armor, his movements are much more flexible. In addition, the wolf can assist him in launching attacks.

As long as you can play to your strengths, it is not difficult to defeat your opponent.

The only question is, how can He escape from this arena?

stretch!
The silver-white arrow flew out of the hand and was then cut off by the warrior's sword.

The wolf attacked him from the side, but only bit his steel shield with its teeth, almost breaking it.

During the long years that Avalar was a god, the warrior had fought against gods who invaded the arena more than once. His skills had long reached the pinnacle, and his experience was enough to slaughter the gods.

Keep breathing, keep your endurance.

In this arena, even the gods do not have unlimited physical strength.

When facing an enemy using long-range weapons, he must wait patiently for the opponent to reveal a flaw.

He would, as always, win glory for the gods through fighting. Just as the warrior was thinking this, the sheep spirit seemed to be exhausted and his movements slowed down a bit, and he was almost caught up by the warrior.

"Is it finally over?"

The soldier thought so, but did not approach immediately. Instead, he observed patiently.

The more times like this happen, the more you should not be impatient, because your opponent's performance may just be a disguise.

Even if it wasn't a disguise, he would obviously have the advantage if he continued to fight.

There's no need to take risks just to end the fight as quickly as possible.

boom!
The large steel shield blocked the flying arrows. The warrior swung his sword to drive back the wolf, then took a slight step to adjust his position.

The opponent's movements seemed to be getting more and more impatient, and it seemed that he had realized the problem of physical exhaustion.

Although he had been adjusting his breathing and fighting rhythm, the warrior still couldn't help feeling a little tired wearing such heavy armor.

It’s almost time to decide the winner.

The warrior took a deep breath. Since his opponent was so impatient, he would deliberately reveal a flaw.

So, when facing the simultaneous attack of the evil wolf and the lamb.

The warrior seemed to be distracted by fatigue when dealing with the arrows, and was approached by the wolf, so he could only raise his arms to use his armor to block the damage.

And the opponent obviously would not miss the opportunity to severely injure his arm.

It's now!

"Drink!"

His muscles burst out with powerful strength, and the warrior suddenly exerted force with the arm holding the shield, and his whole body crashed into the wolf's head like an iron tower.

"Ow~"

The wolf's entire head hit the large steel shield, and it fell backwards with a wail.

A young and energetic person is in good health and can fall asleep as soon as he lies down.

Yang Ling took advantage of this opportunity, closed the distance while the warrior was raising his shield, and shot an arrow at the gap under the helmet that was used for vision.

However.
"Little tricks!"

The warrior twisted his body forcefully, causing the arrow to glide past the edge of his helmet, leaving a faint scratch.

Then he suddenly raised his sword and swung it at the sheep spirit in front of him.

That’s it, it’s over!
"Ouch!"

"What!?"

The wolf, which should have fainted on the ground, pounced on the warrior's neck, and its sharp fangs pierced the gaps in the armor.

The warrior tried to hit the opponent's head with the hilt of the sword to make him loosen his mouth, but it had no effect. Then, an arrow was pierced into the abdomen by the sheep spirit.

"Humph!"

The warrior groaned and was about to fight back, but found that the wolf and the sheep spirit had already distanced themselves from each other.

Unexpectedly, it was indeed over, but he was the loser.

With his current injuries, there is no chance for him to win. Even if he wants to take off his armor and fight hard, he will probably be shot into a hedgehog before he gets close.

But he couldn't give up yet, because God was still watching him.

boom!
The warrior threw the heavy steel shield to the ground. Even though he was seriously injured, his breathing was not disordered at all.

Control your muscles to squeeze the wound to stop the bleeding, and win before your physical strength is completely exhausted!
The warrior roared softly and rushed towards the Lamb Spirit, who did not hesitate to distance himself to dodge and kept pulling the bowstring to counterattack.

Try to dodge what you can, chop with a sword if you can block it, and if there is really no other way, then use armor to resist!
The warrior's steps did not stop at all. He was like a wounded lion, releasing an incomparable sense of oppression.

"Wow - is this guy still human?" Rita, who was sitting in the spectator seats with Yunmu, couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw this.

"But he is about to lose." Yun Mu said softly.

"That's true." Fen Yego stood up and flew towards the platform at the top of the arena.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back," He said.

Fen Yego flew slowly to the top of the platform and looked at the figure sitting on the throne.

Avala was wearing a very ancient robe at this time, with golden ornaments on her wrists, neck, and ankles, which formed a sharp contrast with the dark skin of the person she possessed. In addition, the huge chest almost jumped out of the white robe.

"Wow, it's quite beautiful~" Fen Yego exclaimed subconsciously.

"Tsk, be careful or I'll kill you." Avara thought the other party was teasing him, and immediately grasped a golden scepter in his hand and pointed it at Fen Yego's head.

"Don't be so rude, I'm serious." Fen Yego waved his hand: "I liked this when I was still a mortal."

"Uh" would be fine if I heard this kind of words from someone else, but what about the God of Decay and Death in front of me?
Was this guy implying that He looked like a dead person?
But Avala saw that He did not seem to be lying.

"Thank you for the compliment?" After thinking for a moment, she replied hesitantly.

"Come on, I'm feeling a little sick."

"Didn't you start it?!"

"Ahem." The two stopped arguing. Fen Yego coughed lightly and said seriously, "How's the analysis going?"

"It's okay." Avala waved his hand casually: "At most, we can injure him severely. If we want to completely destroy him, it's impossible to rely solely on the purification power of this god of death."

"Can it actually cause serious damage?" Fen Yego looked quite surprised.

"Hey, what's with that surprised expression on your face? Didn't you say you had a plan in place?!"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a little unexpected."

"I suddenly feel a little regretful about cooperating with you." Avara held his forehead with his hand.

“Hey, you are the god of wine and victory. Our chances of success have become greater. Isn’t this worthy of your happiness?” Seeing his expression, Fen Yego chuckled and comforted him.

"Oh, I really believed your lies."

Avala stood up from the throne, holding the golden scepter, and walked to the front of the platform.

"Okay, my warriors, let's stop here!"

"You've worked hard."

He looked at the wounded warrior with gentle eyes.

Ah, what a merciful God.

The warrior knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to Avala.

He swore that in the next battle, he would try his best to bring victory to the gods he believed in.

And he will regain the glory in the glory of victory.

As he thought this, the warrior's body gradually turned into a silver-white light and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Clap clap clap."

Avala slowly descended from the sky holding the scepter. He clapped his hands and praised, "It's rare to find someone who can beat Sitar. Is it because you can act as two individuals in a single-player arena?"

"Or is it that as a ghost, you don't have any physical strength at all?"

(End of this chapter)