My life can't be a harem game!

This is a perfect opportunity for the demons to invade.

Weapons are useless. Small and light weapons have no effect on the demons, and large weapons will even make the Demon King retreat three feet. The question is, do those humans dare to drop bombs on their own territory?

Start with the demi-humans, make those old demi-humans who are familiar with the methods of the demons shut up, then find a way to invade the high-level humans and control them all silently!

[It is said that controlling demi-humans is the most difficult thing. Those guys with their noses in the air basically don't listen to anything. However, if the champion of the strongest male competition gives advice...]

Several major factions within the Demon Clan, including the Shadow Demon Clan itself, have announced that as long as someone can prevent the sub-humans from saying anything unfavorable to the Demon Clan behind their backs through this competition, the next candidate for the Demon King will fully support that successful Demon Clan.

If it is for other purposes, I may not believe it, but if it is for the preparation of entering the human world, it will definitely work. The fertile land in the normal world has always been coveted by those old guys in the demon world!

If I succeed, I will be able to become the next Demon King...

[The more I think about it, the happier I feel. Human, I hope you will be proud of this. Here I come.]

Just as the dark shadow was about to rush in, a long whip hit it hard. With a scream and a miserable retreat, a pink figure fell from the sky.

"I was wondering why I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart. It turns out that a little mouse sneaked in."

Her voice was pleasant and her face was beautiful, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the black whip in her hand seemed to have a soul and kept rolling.

"Who allowed you to spy on my man, you lowly bastard."

[Succubus? Nier? Haha, a half-blood dares to scold a pure-blood. Looks like I’m going to have some fun with you.]

"Be optimistic. I hope you can die happily."

The whip turned into a black lightning, galloping and flying non-stop. In just a moment, Neil exerted his maximum attack power, and the whip formed an impenetrable whip shadow net, attacking the Shadow Demon.

[Shadow Demon Assault Technique: Strangulation]

The shadow twisted, and a large number of tentacles-like things grew on its body, which stabbed at the opponent's whip like sharp horns, and the battle with the whip shadows in the sky ended in a draw!

Spin, circle, stab, dissipate...

These were all the effects of Shadow Fiend's attacks, all of which were accepted and returned by Neil without hesitation.

Quite difficult.

Although the Shadow Fiend is at the bottom of the demon clan in terms of direct combat capability, the problem is that even at the bottom, the opponent's well-honed killing tactics are not to be trifled with and every move is deadly.

If you give me some more practice...

Neil gritted his teeth and glared at the shadow. It wasn't that he couldn't defeat it, but he couldn't defeat it easily. If it wanted to escape, he probably wouldn't be able to stop it.

It cannot be a prolonged battle. The Neil that the world desires is the weak and delicate Neil, not the Neil who is good at fighting and has demon blood!

I can give up my idol identity, but not now!

In the end how to do?

Just as Neil was thinking carefully about how to deal with the Shadow Demon opposite him, a dark, thick and long iron rod fell from the sky and hit the fighting Shadow Demon hard.

"Madman, die!"

After a shocking and furious roar, the iron rod was grasped by a calloused hand. With a shrill sonic boom, the land within ten meters around the Shadow Demon Duke began to be blown upside down by something...

215. A battle for humanity!

The storm formed by steel was not as fierce as the man in front of him. It was just a giant hexagonal iron rod, but in his hand it was as terrifying as a bomb, constantly blowing away the ground and crushing the nearby ground. The flying dust looked so hazy...

It was like a small storm that came suddenly without any sign, but it was destructive as soon as it appeared. A simple sweep or a simple full-strength strike could be so dangerous.

It has a super self-healing ability that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Every time a part of its body is broken, it will regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, before the regeneration is completed, it will be smashed by the next black iron rod, again and again, bit by bit.

"Damn humans!!!"

The eyes that were distorted and blurred by the impact opened unwillingly, looking at the archangel who was wreaking havoc on him in disbelief. The Shadow Demon Duke knew that this human was extremely strong and ferocious, but the problem was that he was so ferocious and barbaric that he was simply a beast!

And what on earth is this lurking skill that doesn't conform to the rules? I never knew there are creatures in this world that are better at lurking than Shadow Fiend! ! ! !

“Die die die die!!!”

The archangel roared, and swung the huge black iron rod wildly, sweeping over the body of the Shadow Demon Duke again and again, shattering and cracking again, looking simple, violent and direct!

His whole body is filled with tight muscles, and his hands, feet and other parts are full of powerful pava. This is the archangel, with a body that has been tempered a thousand times and rich experience that is difficult to describe in words.

Obviously, he has his own usual routine to deal with creatures like Shadow Fiend. From the beginning to the end, the Archangel did not give the opponent a chance to breathe or recover.

[Asshole, stop it, stop it, I...]

Such a cry was doomed to be in vain, as the archangel kept stirring its body with his black iron rod, tearing it apart, crushing it, and finally making it disappear completely.

It took less than a minute from the time he appeared to the time he ended. However, in this short minute, the Shadow Demon Duke completed the transformation from prosperity to decline. He slowly disappeared into the air like a pool of black mud, and the ground was lifted up to a depth of about two meters.

"Thank you."

After the Archangel defeated the Shadow Duke, he dropped from mid-air to express his gratitude. Neil squinted his eyes and looked at the rough human in front of him. Although he had expected this, this guy was indeed...

Snapped.

The archangel swung his hand suddenly, and something flew over. Neil caught it subconsciously, took his hand back and looked into his hand. It was a white ball.

"This is an experimental version of the genetic medicine. After taking it, it will allow you to better control the power in your blood."

After the archangel finished saying this, he slowly pulled out the iron rod that was embedded in the ground next to him for about fifty centimeters. He swept it to the side to shake off the dirt stuck on it, and walked back in the direction he came from without looking back.

"Gene....."

After a brief search in that memory, Neil knew what kind of existence Gene Enchantress was. Neil's face changed drastically, and he shouted to the back of the archangel, "I can't take this thing."

A pause in his steps.

The archangel turned half of his face, and under the early sunlight, the smiling mask looked particularly creepy.

"Please don't make any mistake. This thing is not what I want to give you. I am just being asked by God to pass it on to you."

What is the God he is talking about?

Neil had a rough idea about this. If everything was blamed on him, then this strange development would not be surprising at all.

"Thank you. Also, your next opponent is from the Elephant Tribe, so please be careful."

"Do you think...I will lose?"

Neil's words immediately aroused the archangel's interest, and his aura surged towards Neil like a tsunami.

"Uh...."

When exposed to that kind of aura, her delicate face turned pale in an instant. Neil, who was originally a little hesitant, was certain that the man in front of him had undoubtedly returned from that place. Otherwise, most of the humans with such aura had passed away, and even if there were still some left, most of them were a group of immortal old monsters who would never be able to participate in such a competition.

"Let me be clear. I am his eldest disciple. I am the archangel under his seat. If I can't even crush those little bugs, how can I be called an archangel?"

The archangel twisted his neck directly after he finished speaking, making a loud bone-crackling sound, and as if to prove himself, he said, "I'll crush you to death and show you."

Elephant man, a large creature among the sub-humans, possesses hard tusks and tough skin, as well as the same terrifying strength as most large species!

The weapon is a huge wooden hammer with a diameter of one meter, and the whole body is covered with wooden armor that is more than 40 centimeters thick. It is undeniable that iron is more practical than wood, but the elephant people who advocate nature have only recognized natural products. The iron plate that has been forged and turned into iron by high temperature is not a natural product. As the beloved sons of nature, they disdain to use it!

"Who is the strongest!"

The long nose was about two meters long and a little longer, and the white tusks shone with a tragic light under the sunlight. The ears, which were larger than palm-leaf fans, fluttered slightly, bringing gusts of cool breeze. The legs of an elephant, but the arms on the upper body were real human arms, strong and covered with various scars.

Advocate nature, advocate natural healing of injuries, refuse all processed medicines, if there is an injury, just use simple herbal medicine to treat the wound, deliberately let the scar be engraved on your body!

In the first race, he knocked three people to death and trampled five to death. In the second race, he caused more than ten people to be disabled and retired due to his reckless behavior. He was nicknamed "Nature's Crushers"!

With absolute confidence that he could kill the tiny human under his huge tusks, he stood on the ring and kept bulging his terrifying muscles, while patting his strong chest!

"Human, where are you? I'm here to trample you!!!"

I have been alone on the arena for more than two minutes. Since the ghost tribe was teleported to this arena, I have not seen any human opponents. Could it be that...

Ran! ?

A gleam of complacency appeared in the eyes of the human being, which were as big as green beans. In his own opinion, this human was really quite sensible. He knew that he could easily crush him to death, so he took the initiative to run away, which was a refreshing choice.

Roar on the suspended arena, stomp your feet madly on the suspended arena, and show off your muscles!

The elephant's trunk made a crazy sound towards the sky. Finally, the elephant people couldn't hold back their restlessness and shouted loudly at the one of the thirteen seats above their heads that belonged to the ghost people!

"Tell me, ghost, if my opponent doesn't come, do I have to wait here until I die of old age? Will he be considered the winner in this way?"

After saying this, the demon ruler in the demon seat laughed out loud before the others could react. This time was different from before, as no demi-human in the audience dared to laugh with him.

reason?

It's very simple. The simplest reason is the ghosts around who exude terrifying murderous aura.

The Oni-jin are one of the ten major races. They have extraordinary strength that exceeds that of medium-sized sub-humans, outstanding weapon proficiency, and extraordinary wisdom. They also possess a fearlessness that humans have never dared to aspire to.

All these factors combined ultimately became the reason why the ghost clan became so powerful.

Ten small demi-humans together may not be a match, a medium-sized demi-human can fight two alone, and three ghosts can join forces to hunt a large demi-human.

The dark elves who rebelled from the elven tribe abandoned their complex magical abilities and replaced them with terrifying physical abilities. No matter how many times you see it, it's terrifying!

Being suppressed, suppressed by the silent murderous aura of those ghosts, almost no one in the audience dared to speak out in agreement. It would be fine if the elephant man who liked to seek death did it alone, but he did not dare to let the ghost, who was famous for its terror, mess around.

"It seems that Mr. Elephant Man is quite dissatisfied with the waiting time."

However, a strange thing happened. Faced with the elephant man's attitude, the ghost people, who were always known for their toughness, became unusually calm. The Ghost King, who was the highest authority among the ghost people, sat majestically on the throne and spoke softly to the elephant man.

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied, but I just can't accept that a mere human can fight against our proud subhuman warriors."

The elephant-men, whose minds had become a little clearer, realized that their words were wrong and immediately made amends, saying that although the elephants' brains were not working well, their ability to turn was actually not weak at all, and directly implicated the problem on the human players who had not appeared on the field.

Not showing up is a sign of weakness, and not fighting is a coward. For most Ya people, humans who don't show up at the same time as the elephant people are definitely cowards.

Of course, as a human warrior, he would never say that he was already afraid the moment the Ghost King opened his mouth. This would be totally inconsistent with his reputation as a proud warrior!

"Haha, it seems that you have a lot of misunderstandings about humans."

The Ghost King Paulie looked expressionlessly at the huge monster that was five meters tall and weighed nine tons. His fingers tapped rhythmically on his throne, and a strong and dull sound emanated from it.

Oh?

In the other nine VIP rooms hanging at the highest point, almost everyone had a rather amused look in their eyes. It seemed that this fellow who was usually known for his toughness now wanted to speak to humans.

"Why are humans the kings of the world? The spirits of all things? Why do warriors who claim to be powerful and unrivaled live in such a place, while humans who we despise occupy more than 70% of the land outside? Is the relocation of the subhumans voluntary or forced by threats?"

The Ghost King's tone was not harsh, but every word was heart-piercing, striking hard in the hearts of many sub-humans who still looked down on humans' weak physique. The current situation in the world is enough to explain the problem. Sub-humans, who are much stronger than humans in terms of combat power and other aspects, actually live in a place that is less than 30%, while humans stand in the safest place, live in the safest place, have a huge population, and fierce weapons!

We really cannot deny the strength of human beings, and we really cannot deny the progress of human beings. Even the large species among sub-humans will die if they are hit by a cannon of human tactical level.

All humans have more than 10,000 artillery pieces. Even tactical-level artillery can crush a large subhuman, but what about more powerful strategic weapons? Or destructive-level strategic weapons?

It’s terrifying. It’s really too terrifying!

This feeling existed when humans were initially banned from participating in competitions. Perhaps for humans, the sub-humans at that time behaved in this way not so much out of contempt for humans as out of fear of humans!

"We have no way of learning the human way of life, their weapons, their tools, everything. We have no way of learning them. We can only use them with all our might."

The Ghost King said at the end and stood up from the throne very straightforwardly, "We can't become human beings, we can't use those convenient tools. The only way is to become stronger. Only strength is everything. Intelligence, force, luck, all of these are the standards for measuring strength. Don't talk about humans. As long as you are male, as long as you are a living thing, you can participate in this competition, regardless of your status!"

These are not hypocritical words with a righteous tone, but are completely sincere and come completely from the heart. This is where the Ghost King's pride comes from. He does not need any lies or embellished words. Every word he says comes from his own heart!

"Ghost King, you are worthy of being the king of your clan. Although I quite agree with what you said, but..."

The elephant man below paused when he said this and looked around. There was no one who could stand opposite him, no one who could be his opponent. So what if this cowardly race ruled nearly 70% of the world's land?

"A coward is a coward!"

This was the first time that the Ghost King had seen a race as disrespectful as humans. When he was about to attack, he suddenly felt something approaching rapidly.

"It seems that there is no need for me to continue."

boom--!

Along with the Ghost King's thoughtless words, a man wearing a black tights and a white smiley mask suddenly fell from mid-air.

"Archangel, come!"

A thick black object appeared in everyone's sight.

216. Impact, the Wild Charge of the Elephant People

The air wave rushed up from the landing area and swept around. An archangel in a black tights appeared in the middle. He was covered in strong muscles and was wrapped in a black tights.

"The second contestant, Archangel, has arrived!"