My life can't be a harem game!

No matter how small the probability is, it is still possible. As the leader of the seven archangels, one must make decisions based on the most rational judgment.

"The Demon King is among the contestants, there is no doubt about that. You just need to think about how to identify him."

"I told you I need credentials."

"Then can my words be regarded as proof?"

Michael's tone was directly affected by his attitude towards humans. When he was about to have a good chat with the pervert in black tights, the ghost king Paulie next to him suddenly interrupted, which surprised Michael.

The relationship can't be considered very good... even among the sub-human group, it can be considered a very bad relationship. As we all know, all the current demons are split from the elves, and their hatred for the elves may be no less than the hatred of the angels for the demons. In this case, they suddenly talk about such sensitive things with their own race, which is on good terms with the elves.

Is it true? Or is it false?

The originally shaken heart was shaken even more. If what the Ghost King said was true, he would have to summon the other six angels scattered throughout the Ghost King City and work together to kill the Demon King who had sneaked in...

Even the enemy has considerable credibility. The title of Ghost King not only represents himself, but more importantly the support of the ghost clan behind him. If he lies about such a big thing, it will only have an adverse effect on his own race... Considering the Ghost King's previous behavior, the possibility of deception is close to zero.

"Where did you know that?"

Although Michael quite approves of the Ghost King's credibility, he still has to confirm once again through what channel and method the Ghost King in front of him obtained the information that the Demon King had arrived at the Ghost King City.

Was it a traitor? Or a unique intelligence network? Or was it that the other party accidentally leaked his aura and was discovered?

"Because she once came to me and tried to persuade me to surrender."

!! ?

The first thing he did when he heard this was to grab the sword in his hands with both hands and wanted to chop at the other party, but after calming down a little, he stopped the action. Since the other party could still talk to him calmly, it meant that he had not been persuaded to surrender. In short, he had not been persuaded to surrender at least 'yet'...

If that's the case, then they are not enemies yet.

"Didn't persuade him to surrender?"

"Otherwise you would have been a corpse long ago."

"Then why don't you accept the Demon King's advice to surrender?"

"I will not surrender to anything other than myself."

Paulie was quite confident in his own strength. Facing Michael's question, he answered like this. Michael just smiled and took a feather from the wing behind him and threw it towards the sky. Six white lights flashed by. The archangels stationed in six different locations in Ghost King City received the message at the same time...

[We have received reliable information that the Demon King has sneaked into the game. Please report back immediately.]

.........

What he really should do is to send out the message of the knife and then he doesn't need to worry about other things. Although he is the chief of the seven archangels, each of the other six archangels is not an ordinary person. He doesn't need to worry too much about what he should do.

So, next...

"We should talk about how to resist the devil." Michael sat in his seat and calmly put a piece of cake in his mouth. His golden eyes were full of seriousness, which was different from before. Now the only thing she wanted was a result, and this result would end with the death of the devil.

"We?" Ghost King Paulie sneered, and the air he blew out swept across the entire table like a heat wave, and he warned the other party bluntly, "Do you think this is too natural? I am from the Ghost Clan, not the Elf Clan. There is no need for me to obey the orders of a sub-god like you."

"I never said I didn't respect the ghosts nor did I say we could send the elves. We are just cooperating, cooperating." If the other party dared to talk to me like this at other times, unless it was the God himself, I would definitely kill them with a knife. But now I have to accept the help of the ghosts, otherwise there is a high possibility that something will go wrong...

If the Demon King has become one of the contestants in the competition, then the barrier of the competition field can only be opened at the end of the competition. The help of the ghost is a necessary condition for killing the Demon King!

"I can give you everything we can, including the gold, silver, and jewelry in the vaults of all the existing angels, rights, and everything else..."

Michael stated his needs and his determination to get them to join in this matter. He narrowed his eyes and said, "No matter what the conditions are, I need your assistance. I will also contact the other major clans to kill the demon king together."

It's so straightforward that it's hard to believe, but it makes sense when you think about it. Almost every demi-human knows the relationship between angels and demons. Everyone knows how important it is for the angels to kill the devil. If the price is too low at this time, they will be looked down upon by others.

In this case, it is better to just make all the promises that can be made. This way, people will have nothing to say. In short, let me put it this way: you can help if you want, and you can not help if you don’t want. It is that simple.

"I don't have any requirements or conditions. I have everything you can promise me now, and I also have things you can't promise me. There is only one person who really needs your so-called promise..." After saying that, the Ghost King pointed his mouth in the direction of the Archangel, "It's only him."

The archangels do not have many rights or methods to achieve their goals in the sub-human area. Because of this, they must take on the power of others to complete their goals. Call it despicable or something else, this is their ultimate goal.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Also, Archangel, you must do what you promised me."

Realizing that the archangel had focused all his attention on Michael, Paulie spoke appropriately, then stood up from his chair with his huge body, and walked downwards towards the Ghost King Tower, carrying the heavy air with him. What needed to be done next was left to the two of them, as an old man like him would only cause more unhappiness if he stayed here.

He was very open-minded and clear-headed, so he was able to make the decision to leave immediately. Otherwise, it wouldn't matter if Paulie just listened here. It was quite rare to have the Ghost King listening to the conversation.

Finally they were able to chat face to face. Michael finally had the leisure to carefully look at the pervert in the black tights in front of him. To be frank, if he could not sense that the emotional curves of this man were unique to humans, would he have doubted whether he was really a human being?

He was so powerful that the blood and yang energy in his body almost solidified into substance. The moment I got close to him, I felt as if I was being suppressed.

"Well, can we have a chat? Dear... do you have a nickname?"

Until now, Michael still insists on not calling him the Archangel. As a gift from God, this thing is not to be used by some rather selfish guys. What Archangel? Is this something that ordinary humans can do?

"justice."

The Archangel tapped his hands lightly on the table and gently brushed off the dust on his body. Then he slowly said, word by word, "Archangel, that is the nickname my God gave me. Please call me by that name if you can."

..........

"Is it really okay? If you participate in this competition."

"I'm going to win, I'm going to get what I deserve, that's it."

The above conversation was said by Lv Fengxian and Neil who were watching the fourth game. At this time, there was no smile on his face. He watched the epic battle scene on TV in silence. He still underestimated the sub-humans. He didn't have some magic props that they had, but they also had combat experience that he didn't have. Every attack could achieve a perfect deterrent effect, and every attack could become a fatal blow...

A perfect warrior, if he appeared on the battlefield, would be able to defeat hundreds of fully armed human warriors. Lu Fengxian didn't believe this before, but now he believes it, and he believes it firmly. He even doubts whether all the sub-humans who entered the fourth game can destroy a city...

I am very lucky to be able to witness the battle between these strong men with my own eyes.

Unfortunately, in the next game, I will face these strong opponents.

240. Gamba? Earthshaker?

The only way to explore the ancient times is through books. The text in each book shows a great deal of grandeur, or huge, or dangerous, or crazy...

The way of description is different, the authors are different, but the only thing in common is probably the magnificent content of the description. It is a magical era, an era in which strong people emerge in large numbers, and it can be called an epic era.

I have also read a series of books, and I have fantasized about being born in such a magnificent era, realizing my own value, fighting and fighting again and again. However, as I grew older, I began to become rational, and after careful thinking, I began to become calm and stable.

Something impossible to do, so-called magic or something else...

This was confirmed some time ago. Perhaps because he had seen too little, Lu Fengxian had always believed that wars in ancient times were cold weapon battles, with few hot weapons. If modern weapons were used, it would be completely different...

But, the perspective has changed, right now!

"Moo!!!"

The bull let out a dull roar towards the sky. The bull head with bloody wounds all over its body still had its eyes wide open. Holding a battle axe, it stared blankly at the enemy opposite. One of its feet had been twisted into a knot. Blood was dripping slowly from its body. Gangbale was gasping for breath, and there was an obvious hole in his lung. His breathing made a sound like an old hair dryer that was overwhelmed.

It had completely changed from the previous period. The originally smooth fur was now covered with various cracks. The two horns also had cracks and gaps of varying degrees. One of the cow's ears was bitten off in half and was drooping...

He was seriously injured, perhaps in this battle or perhaps it was an injury long time ago. In any case, he could barely stand now.

"You can't beat me, give up." A male werewolf about two meters and three meters tall, with a mane covered with thorns, said softly. In stark contrast to his ferocious and violent appearance, his eyes were so peaceful and indifferent, completely different from Gangbale. At the end of the battle, he was still quite clean and tidy. From the beginning to the end, he was in a state of total suppression, and the blades of the two swords in his hands were covered with bright red blood.

Double swords and double slashes!

The werewolf clan is the most talented young generation in the past hundred years. They show strong signs of atavism and also have very proud self-esteem. They are lonely warriors.

"You are just a minotaur, but I have to admit that you are brave enough to fight me to this extent. However, I am sorry, I am no longer interested in continuing this farce..."

Holding both swords horizontally, the proud werewolf warrior looked at Gambale with contempt. He had seen its matches before so could roughly estimate the outcome of this battle, but he never expected that winning would be so easy.

After all, he is just a big fool with brute force. The real enemy is still that guy...

Thinking of this, Ge'er's gaze slightly turned and looked at the blond man who was sitting with his legs crossed not far away. That man was his real target in this competition, the sinful vampire Dio in the history books of werewolves. If he could kill him with his own hands, his identity as the patriarch of the clan would be thoroughly confirmed in the future.

That's right, just destroy him...

"Where are you looking at, wolf cub!!!"

Just when Ge'er's attention was focused on Dio, Gambale moved, and his body rushed towards the werewolf as fast as an arrow. The hard horns were about to collide with the opponent, but the werewolf disappeared... Yes, it is not an exaggeration to say that he disappeared. He disappeared directly from the spot, and then Gambale rushed past his afterimage.

"It's no use what I've said. You're too slow."

The sound came from directly above, and a black shadow fell quickly. The handles of the two swords in its hands hit Gangbale's horns hard. With just one hit, his head was completely knocked into the ground.

Lightning speed, beast-like attack power, and the specially made heavy double swords in the hands, this attack is all about.

Simple yet dangerous, and also quite sensible, he didn't kill Gangbale with one blow, but instead made him suffer a strong impact and temporarily unable to move.

It was really a tragic scene. Gangbale was covered in wounds and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Too slow, too light, too fragile..."

In response to Gambale's miserable appearance, the wolf personality who was the instigator squatted down with ease and joy, and slapped Gambale's face with the back of his knife, making a loud slapping sound. This was a real insult and ridicule. To be honest, this behavior was simply too insulting...

The Minotaur is a fighting race, a very good fighting race, but it is still too weak compared to the werewolves, really too weak. As a fighting race, the Minotaur only has brute strength and speed... The difference between them and the werewolves is really too great. The agility of the werewolves is far beyond that of ordinary Minotaur.

Being crushed, defeated, and finally trampled underfoot and humiliated, the only thing I can blame is my own strength, because I am too weak, and weakness is the greatest sin...

"I hate weak people, so I hope you can look at me carefully, look at me when I'm standing, and the way I'm lying down really suits you."

The werewolf smiled slightly. For him, nothing could stop him. That's right, no one could stop a strong man, especially a strong man like himself who had lofty ideals!

He has been a well-known strong man among the werewolves since he was a child. He has shown a very strong atavism phenomenon since he was a child. What a normal werewolf needs a month to learn can be learned by him in just one day. Moreover, his sensitivity, strength and other aspects perfectly crush other strong men of the same age.

Almost ten years ago, he was given the nickname "Double Swords, Double Slash", which describes the pair of sharp swords in his hands. With the flash of the swords, he can chop down the birds in the sky, and with just a few simple moves, he can eliminate all the enemies.

I hope to get more, and hope more people can see me!

Becoming the patriarch is inevitable. Before becoming the patriarch, it would be even better if you can become the strongest male. At the very least, completely eliminating the enemies of the blood clan for hundreds of years would be a great achievement and could lay a good foundation for your position as the patriarch.

An ambitious careerist, a battle-hardened fighter, a cold-blooded dictator who can destroy all enemies...

If you can successfully do any of the above two things, these titles may become labels on your head and accompany you for the rest of your life, especially after becoming the chief of the tribe, there will be more little female wolves in the tribe...

Ah~~~Xiao Li, wait for me~~~

Thinking of the haunting figure in his dream, the werewolf couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a ferocious and arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Yes, this is the biggest advantage of being the clan leader. As the strongest male, he is qualified to choose any member of the clan to mate. Isn't it natural that the most beautiful and capable female wolf should be paired with a handsome guy like himself?

Thinking about mating with those excellent female wolves in the future, I feel a little excited...

"Take your feet away from me."

Just as Ge Ge was imagining the wonderful life in the future with a comfortable look on his face, he heard such a sound under his feet. Only then did he feel that he seemed to have stepped on something very hard. He moved his eyes downwards and saw that the minotaur had regained consciousness at some point and was staring at his right foot with angry eyes. In the audience seats, there were also slightly hot gazes looking towards him, and it was a burning pain when the light shone on his body.

This is really out of control...

Ge'er's face twitched twice, and he immediately realized that he had lost his composure in front of his fellow werewolves. Normally, the first thing a werewolf would do after defeating his opponent is to kill him completely. In the ring, the opponent should be completely deprived of the power to resist. However, because he was too obsessed, he obviously still had the power to resist.

"The sight of a stray dog is really disgusting."

He said it very fiercely, but when he found out that his fellow tribesmen had opinions about his behavior, Ge decided to find a reason to make it seem legitimate and normal that he didn't execute him immediately. It was at this time that he saw what was under his feet -

A pendant!

To be precise, it was a pendant that looked quite worn out and dirty. More than half of the golden paint had fallen off, revealing the white base. The pendant chain looked quite old, and it looked extremely worrying...

What fell off his body when I knocked him down just now looks very important?

In this case....

"What a weak minotaur, what is this? A toy for children to play house?" Gege opened the pendant with a laugh. The first thing he saw was a photo of four people on it. One was a big black minotaur, a small and gentle female minotaur, a small black minotaur being ridden, and a red-haired girl...

"When the minotaur was young, its horns could not grow out, so it looked exactly like a human. This really fits your evolution. First you changed from a human to a subhuman and then you were defeated by me. This is simply a symbol of your weakness."

Wolves are ferocious and cruel creatures, and werewolves are no exception. Once they reach six months old, they must start hunting for their own prey. Otherwise, they will be judged as weak and abandoned in the wild to starve to death.

Even if you hate that kind of life, you have to choose: the warmth of family? The mutual understanding among the same race?

"We don't need that kind of thing to exist because it's too fragile."

Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe it was something else, the werewolf twisted the pendant into a distorted shape, twisted it into a distorted shape in front of Gangbale and threw it away.

Click! ! !

At that moment, the sound of a broken string suddenly rang out, accompanied by the overwhelming darkness in his heart and the rapid filling of his eyes with blood red...

In fact, no one knows that the so-called red color has no stimulating effect on cows at all. What really stimulates them is something that keeps moving, something that will have a direct impact on them when they are in heat, arousing the desire to fight in their hearts and arousing the madness in their hearts.

"I am going to kill you."

Gangbale said this in a low voice with red eyes, which earned him a look of disdain from the werewolves. As the most powerful young talent in the werewolf clan, he looked down on this silly minotaur and even planned to step on his bull's head.

"What are you going to do with your rag-like body? Idiot~~"

Then I saw Gangbale's mouth cracked, and he used up his last bit of strength to roll to the side, opened his mouth wide, and ate the khaki crystal next to him in one bite...

Moo! ! ! !

A roar that was hundreds of times louder than before suddenly sounded. Gangbale, who was originally about two and a half meters tall, suddenly grew taller and became nearly three meters tall. His muscles were connected to each other, his horns became extremely huge, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of khaki light. In his hand, a huge khaki hammer appeared, and khaki spikes extended from it, pointing sharply to the sky...

Tauren's Ancient Mode——