Don't confiscate my citizenship

The people on Ikerite's side should have suffered serious injuries, but they were as healthy as ever. Their bodies, which were like black barriers, didn't even seem to shake before they died!

“It’s just like a baby.”

"Why did we ever get beaten down by you, pigs?"

"Thank you, Principal Lanqi, for giving us a new life. This is the true fighting spirit we have always been pursuing..."

Raindrops fell on the fighters, vaporized by the temperature of their bodies and the heat generated by the battle, but this was not the passion for fighting, but the crazy killing arrogance after returning from hell.

It’s hard to imagine what they have been through in the past two days.

Gradually, the slaughter troops on Ikerite's side began to gain the upper hand. Every time their heavy swords and giant axes struck, it seemed as if they would smash a big hole in the ground. Even though the fighters led by Kusse tried their best to fight back, they became more and more exhausted facing this life-saving fighting style.

Only Kusai fought more and more fiercely, while the fighters beside him were hit by heavy swords and giant axes and flew several meters away.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly brutal.

Every attack by the Demon King's special killing force seemed to be determined to destroy everything, and it was about to turn into a siege war against Kusai.

"This……"

Noe's brain stopped working, his mouth open, and he looked at the battle field.

Why did he feel that there was something 110% wrong with the team of fighters coached by Lanqi? !

You call this friendly academic exchange?

"The Demon King's army has once again gained the upper hand! This has its own berserk and pain shielding abilities, the strength is really too high."

The passionate commentary voice of Lou Visher in the commentary booth echoed throughout the arena.

"Ahem, it's the Ikerit Academy team."

Another commentator beside her quickly corrected her.

"Oh, yeah. Actually, from a side perspective, it could be that Coach Ranchi's tactical arrangement is very good, but how can the opposing fighters play against these five executioners of the Demon King's Army?"

"It's the Ikerit Academy team."

"Uh."

It seems that calling him Lu Weixier is more familiar to you.

Several times when Ikerita was mentioned, he hesitated for a long time before calling out the formal name.

"Devil...Devil..."

"Ikerit."

"Yes, the Ikerita team, these few... those who understand will understand."

The students and the public in the audience originally thought that the scene was a bit weird, but now seeing that the fight was so lively and full of show effects, they all started to cheer and shout.

Amid the bustling crowd.

Talia, whose hand was originally held by Hyperion, now held Hyperion's hand tightly in return.

She kept her head down, afraid that people around her would notice that she knew Lanqi and that she had similarities with the great poet.

"Huprieanne, why don't we go home."

Talia suggested in a low voice.

"Tata, are you feeling unwell?"

Hyperion felt that Talia's palms were a little cold.

"I……"

Talia didn't know how to explain it.

Hyperion doesn't know yet that she is Hyperion's aunt, nor does she know that she is a demon.

Talia could even hear the students around her cheering happily for the Demon King's army to cheer on.

This strange place made her feel like every minute she stayed there was torture.

She is a good citizen who abides by the law. She really didn't plan the revival of the Demon King's army, nor did she instigate Lanci to do these things...

Chapter 226 Lanqi's Species Evolution Training

In the chilly winter air, Hyperion held Talia's hand, as if wanting to share some warmth with her.

"Tata, you go back first. I'll ask Lanqi to take me back to Boss Cat's restaurant later."

Hyperion looked at Talia and spoke gently and caringly.

She could sense that Talia didn't want to watch the game any longer.

Although she didn't know the reason, Hyperion would not ask too many questions when others might be troubled.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home to have dinner together."

Talia nodded, released Hyperion's hand, stood up and walked quickly down the aisle.

Watching Talia's figure disappear, Hyperion let out a breath, which seemed to be both relieved and sighing.

"It would have been great if I had a mother like this since I was a child..."

Hyperion lowered her eyelashes and whispered silently.

Then Hyperion shook her head and looked towards the battle stage again.

On the cold battle square, the iron armor of the Demon King's killing troop made a crackling sound. A lean fighter suddenly burst out with amazing speed. His body instantly turned into a flash of lightning. The muscles all over his body generated huge force during the movement, as if he was going to fly directly over and kill the enemy with the strongest kick.

But the serrated broadsword in the hands of the Demon King's army had already met him. He did not try to block it with his weapon, but instead took the kick head-on. At the same time, the fighter's chest was torn by the serrations, and the warmth of his bright red flesh and blood was instantly taken away by the cold wind.

On the other side of the square, two soldiers of the Demon King were besieging a lone fighter who was retreating. He tried to dodge in fear, but the heavy axe and the scythe of the Grim Reaper kept slashing at his waist from left and right. Blood splattered everywhere, and his internal organs were almost separated from his body. The powerful impact made it unclear whether his lumbar vertebrae were directly broken.

As the blood mist spreads, the audience can clearly see that every attack of the Demon King's army is carving the art of fear. They are not just fighting for victory, but also enjoying the process of killing, as if only in this way can they warm their chaotic eyes and fill their long-empty hearts.

The five Ikerite fighters who were transformed by Ranci had no sense of pain, and some were only left with combat commands to kill.

Their serrated broadswords and giant axes drew bright red arcs in the air, and every time they fell, there would always be a fighter screaming miserably or being blown away.

The white battle square had already been dyed blood red, and the bright red bloodstains were constantly spreading due to friction on the marble floor tiles.

"No, don't come over here!"

A fighter with a twisted calf and tears of fear sat on the ground and kept backing away, trying his best to hit the demon army in front of him. However, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. The butcher was getting closer and closer, and his eyes showed only contempt for life and a morbid obsession with slaughter.

Then, the horrifying sound of organs bursting echoed.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, the fighters of the Kingdom of Alolan fell one after another, and their bloodstained weapons emitted a cold color under the dim natural light.

At this time, the entire arena had become silent. Apart from the four fighters who had fainted, there was only the last one, Kusai, who was approached by five demons.

Even though every member of the Ikerit Academy fighter team was seriously injured, their smiles were even more satisfied.

"Finally you're the only one left..."

The deputy leader let out a bass voice like a behemoth from the abyss.

As for the other members, it seemed that their purpose of coming here was to kill Kusai from the beginning, even if they killed him a thousand or ten thousand times it would not be enough.

This hatred seemed to be turning into love. I just wanted to see him and get close to him. Only from him could I find the answers that would satisfy me.

"Why don't you fall down?!"

Kusai began to retreat for the first time amid his own confused roar.

This is an instinctive muscle action.

It’s not like he hadn’t knocked down these guys in the fight just now.

But even if their bones are broken, they will stand up again!

He had never seen such a terrifying creature.

Although it seems that Kusai, with his face covered in blood, still has the strength to fight, he finally feels terrified when facing five crazy and zombie-like demons who are hunting him down.

Under such momentum, he no longer wanted to fight this group of mad dogs head-on.

But in front of tens of thousands of people, if he, who had made such harsh words, just surrendered to a few weaklings whom he despised the most, it would be more painful than killing him!

"Do you know how many times you've killed me..."

"You must die here today..."

"I will never let you hurt Tservini again..."

Their heads shook, their facial muscles twisted as they muttered to themselves, and their scarlet eyes stared at Kusai.

The group of creatures in front of me seemed to have been brainwashed and were mumbling incomprehensible words.

"What on earth are you talking about?!"

Watching all this, Kusai finally shouted in horror.

He had never done anything to Tservini!

At this time, even Lou Vihill in the commentary booth didn't know how to commentate.

Hyperion immediately turned over and jumped off the spectator stands, running to sit next to Lanci on the coach's bench.

The problem is much more serious than she thought!!

Originally, the staff noticed that a spectator jumped down and hurriedly prepared to come over to stop it, but when they saw Lanqi raised his hand to indicate that this was someone from their coaching team, the staff quickly nodded and stopped.

"Huprienne, I promise I can make you feel better today."

Lanqi noticed Hyperion coming over, looked at her, and said with a smug smile.

"Lanqi, what on earth did you ask them to do these two days?"

Hyperion asked, staring at Lanci nervously.

Although she was a little surprised that Lanqi would admit that he fought for her instead of finding other high-sounding reasons, she was now extremely worried that Lanqi had done something too extreme.

Hyperion felt that at this moment, Ranchi, who understood the meaning of winning and losing, had become even more abnormal.

Just like no one can escape his hypnosis if they meet his emerald green eyes. He will make people fall into a bottomless frenzy and willingly give everything to him...

"I asked Professor Bolaio to modify a horror-themed single-player artificial shadow world for me, changing the forced exit setting of death to - when they die, they will be resurrected at a certain point in time to continue repeating the story until they complete the game."