My life can't be a harem game!

When facing an opponent with a huge gap in strength between him and Dio, he would read out all the names. However, in a battle as evenly matched as H, he could not afford to delay even a little. He had to be the fastest, most accurate, and most ruthless!

This is the requirement for all moves and a necessary condition for victory!

Originally, even if he just read out all the names, the move would be considered quite fast, but at this moment it was even faster, basically like lightning passing through the air, directly piercing Jill's neck and heart. No matter where it hit, even if it just slightly touched some places, Jill would be poisoned. Although the blood clan's death fluid is useless against its own clan, it is a deadly poison to all life, including the ghost clan!

Boo!

As Dio expected, Gil was hit. Although he looked quite novice and immature when he used this semi-long-range move at the beginning, in fact, he did it after considering the opponent's actions and other factors, such as the opponent's kicking hard and rushing towards him, and the action that should be completed instantly but had to be completed in several steps...

It simply didn't seem like the most basic mistake that someone who had mastered these moves would make. It was so shocking that made people doubt from the bottom of their hearts whether this was a genius that the Ghost Clan had not seen in a decade, or a fool that had not been seen in a decade!

"Well."

With the neck pierced, the venom immediately spread throughout the body. The strange thing was that for this kind of pain, Jill just groaned slightly in pain, and then continued to fight with Dio.

How is this going?

Dio's eyes suddenly became sharp. Although it seemed a bit inappropriate for him to say this, up to now, any life, as long as it was alive, as long as there were cells and tissues, would die if it was contaminated by his venom. Why was this ghost-man immune? Why didn't blood flow out after the neck was pierced? Why...

However, the why of all this can be summed up in one sentence!

It’s really, really disgusting!

All those who hinder me are disgusting, and all creatures that make me troubled cannot live in this world. This guy in front of me is disobedient to me, defying me, making me troubled, and hindering me... Especially in a situation like this.

"I was thinking of sparing your life by chopping off your limbs for the sake of the ghost clan behind you, but forget it. I am not so merciful as to let a bug that has defiled my eyes stay in this world!"

His face was full of ruthlessness and indifference, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and finally, Dio's pupils suddenly expanded to their maximum, and a golden shadow emerged from behind him...

【THE WORLD】

The most precious wealth and skills that Dio obtained after the catastrophe thousands of years ago, the saying that those who survive a great disaster will be blessed in the future is still quite reasonable. At least, he obtained this capital from the catastrophe, which is enough to completely change the strength of an ordinary vampire!

The world slowly turned gray. This move affected not only Jill in the arena, but also all the spectators outside the arena. In an instant, they were covered in a layer of gray, including their movements, breathing, and even the beating of their hearts...

Everything stopped!

That's right, everything, including the ticking clock, stopped. There was no sign or reaction at all. It just stopped.

【THE WORLD】

It’s a super move, a move that stops everything and ends everything!

He originally wanted to use this trick as his trump card when he stood in the final, but he didn't expect that this disgusting ghost would force him to use this trick.

This should be a trick only available in the Age of Brave. It can stop the time of all organic and inorganic matter and allow oneself to escape into a very fuzzy six-dimensional space. In this gray world without color, everything one does is real. No matter how long has passed here, the time spent in the real world is still less than one second.

"Go to hell, Jill. No one who resists Dio will survive, and you are no exception."

Dio gently twisted his right hand twice, making a loud clicking sound, and walked to Jill, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and then -

"Pfft!"

This is the sound of the neck being cut open and blood gushing out in an instant. How wonderful, how nice to hear, it's like congratulating oneself for winning...

"wonderful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he completely cut the opponent's head open in a second. Dio stood behind Jill with his arms open, squinting his eyes, enjoying the gazes of the audience who suddenly became frightened and panicked.

It can stop the time of all living and non-living things, so for most of the audience in the venue, it was just a matter of a moment. Dio appeared behind Jill, with his arms open, and behind him was a ghost with his neck cut in half...

How terrifying it is! If this trick were used on myself... I'm afraid even if I die, I won't know how I died, right?

“That’s awesome!!”

However, rather than being thrilled, there were more approval and uncontrollable cheers, a recognition of Dio's strength. It had been a long time since there had been a guy who dared to kill people in front of the ten major races. It was really exciting to see!

Listening to the cheers and panicked screams coming from the breads sitting in the seats, Dio couldn't help but let out a scornful smile. That's right, these breads did nothing wrong. The only right that weaklings like them have is to applaud, cheer, scream, and shout when the strong show their strength...

I don’t know when, but it started to gradually fade away, the cheers, the screams, and even my breathing began to slow down a little bit.

Rustle....

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da...

Dio's expression suddenly changed when he heard these strange noises.

"Really, annoying bread."

He turned around and saw Jill with half of his neck cut off, looking at him with a smile. As a vampire, he certainly would not be scared by this little bloodiness. He had personally created events that were hundreds of times bloodier than the one now.

"It looks like a piece of hard and rotten bread. Undead? Church of the Scourge? Or... Demons?" Dio turned his head and muttered to himself. He finally understood that the demon in front of him was not a demon but an undead. No wonder he felt something was wrong when he beat him up before. Was it because he was not a living creature?

Since Mana gradually disappeared, pure undead races have rarely appeared in modern times. Even the existence of the blood race is just between living things and dead things. The specific definition is still under discussion, but this guy is undoubtedly a dead thing through and through, similar to the steps of being killed and then made into a zombie...

Ok?

Made to be a zombie?

Dio's mind was filled with too much knowledge, so he could not remember it for a while. Now he understood it completely. If there is a race in this world that can kill the demi-humans and still retain their original strength to such a large extent, then that race is undoubtedly the demons...

"No matter who you are, if you stand in my way, I will destroy you all, even demons." After saying that, Dio snapped his fingers.

【THE WORLD】

It was a gray world again, and the world stopped again, but this time Dio did not walk over slowly like before. Instead, he came to Jill in an instant and was ready to tear him to pieces with his claws.

Because I am an undead, I understand the characteristics of the undead very well. For example, even if someone controls a zombie, it is useless to crush it. If the body is completely chopped into pieces, there is no way to control it.....

The time that can be stopped is limited, but the time required to completely tear the opponent into pieces is quite long, so Dio must be fast, quick, and tear the opponent into pieces without leaving any room for error!

"I'm so anxious~~"

Jill's head, which was half-drooped, suddenly opened. A slender hand in a black mesh arm guard accurately grasped Dio's hand. A pair of pupils, one black and one white, appeared and disappeared in her mouth. Before Dio could react, the slender hand swung upwards. Jill's body seemed to be rooted in the ground and did not move at all. In contrast, Dio's arm was torn apart. He flew into the air directly because of the power of the jade hand. As he flew, the broken part of his arm was still spurting out bright red blood...

【THE·WORLD】Release!

At that moment, Dio made the most rational judgment. At the same time, seven white lights came from seven directions at the same time, piercing through the protective film protecting the arena and reaching the stone platform of the arena.

"In the name of God, defeat the demon party!"

252. The farce that ended hastily

The white armor sparkled in the sun, the golden patterns highlighted the nobility of the wearer, and seven completely different patterns were engraved on the noble armor, so beautiful, so holy.

Seven archangels!

The seven most powerful angels who have been protecting Heaven since before the Age of Heroes.

"The Seventh Archangel, Purity, Gabriel!"

Although the wings behind her are very small, and her appearance is that of a fan of the Lolita Association, the degree of exposure of her clothes can be called that of a little nympho if she were to walk on the human street. A female angel introduced herself loudly, making a V sign with her fingers very naturally.

"The Sixth Angel Temperance Raphael!"

She has long black hair, amber eyes, blue sunglasses on her ears, a blue and white student skirt, and a lollipop in her mouth. She looks fresh and seductive.

"The Fifth Angel, Fraternity, Metatron!"

Both her eyes and hair were light blue, and the pair of snow-white breasts on her chest seemed a little shy, but the weapons in her hands were still upright to prove her identity.

"The fourth angel, Diligence, Saint Defen!"

She had pale purple pupils, and her limbs were covered with tough hand and foot armor. Even when facing a powerful enemy, she remained expressionless. It would be more accurate to say that she was born with facial paralysis rather than wanting to show any expression.

"The Third Angel, Mercy, Sariel!"

One who is made entirely of gold, looks like the most obscene and shameless person among the seven angels. The pair of breasts on her chest are as big as Hami... No, as big as watermelons!

"The Second Angel - Patience - Uriel!"

"The First Angel, Loyalty, Michael!"

[Devil, die! ]

The last of the Longwei angels were dressed in tight clothes and announced their names at the same time. Then, led by Gabriel, they stabbed the corpse on the spot. Uriel, who was dressed in light pink tight clothes, showed murderous intent on his face and clapped his hands vigorously. A raging flame suddenly burned around him and he rushed directly to the corpse...

The first angel and the second angel are both advocates of war. Even if they want to obey God's will and report all the names, they cannot stop this murderous intent, this murderous intent against the devil!

The devil is a rebellious existence, the devil likes to kill, the devil is rebellious, the devil must...

"wipe out!"

Such a low voice came from Michael. She looked far-sightedly at the corpse that was first cut off by a sword and then quickly burned by Uriel's sun fire. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the handle of the long sword.

I have never thought that the Demon King is an easy one to deal with. When the war between humans and demons broke out thousands of years ago, several archangels were killed by the Demon King when they tried their best. Moreover, even if they sacrificed their lives gloriously on the battlefield, the damage they could cause to the Demon King was just a serious injury, and he finally got away. Although it was confirmed that the signs of life had completely disappeared after a few years, a younger, more cautious and powerful Demon King had completely inherited its position. The sacrifice of the archangel seemed like a joke and had no effect at all!

This time is definitely different from the last time!

She murmured to herself in her heart. Although the source of the information was a little strange, it was undoubtedly true. The Demon King successfully sneaked into the Strongest Male Competition through a contestant and was waiting for an opportunity. His ultimate goal was undoubtedly to indirectly speed up the appearance of demons in this world through this competition and pave the way for future wars!

"What a barbaric and violent bunch of angels! Didn't the false god tell you to be restrained?"

After a sentence that could not be distinguished between a man and a woman, a thin black smoke rose from the spot, and a black knight wearing sharp armor and holding a heavy sword without an edge appeared in the spot. His body trembled, and in an instant, more than a dozen figures rose in the arena at the same time. There was no difference in the weapons and armor they held. Their eyes were dull and pale. It was obvious that they were dead people who had already stepped into the realm of death!

However, even the surging aura of dead beings should not be underestimated. The black knights summoned by the Demon King are not ordinary, and each one of them is very powerful!

[Black Knight Summoning Technique, summoning the undead to disturb us, how sinister and cunning, worthy of being the Demon King]

[Everyone, get ready and come together. I will take care of the logistics! ]

[The remaining angels have already taken their positions outside the city. We must make sure that the devil will never return! ]

As a superior race, the communication between angels certainly cannot rely entirely on oral communication like humans do. It is more of a dialogue between the hearts, which is both safe and cannot be heard by other races.

In just a few words, the preliminary battle plan was finalized and implemented. Uriel took a deep breath and then exhaled the golden flame of the sun. Sariel swung the scepter in his hand without hesitation, and the holy light spread all over the sky...

An epic holy war began without warning, which brought only excitement and stimulation to the vast majority of the demi-humans present. They had long known about the grudge between angels and demons, but they just didn't expect that it would appear before them in such a direct way today.

Excitement, stimulation, tension...

They stared with their eyes wide open, watching the battle in the way they were best at, but they did not appreciate anything exciting. The dozen or so black knights who were filled with surging aura were dismembered almost in the instant the seven archangels attacked, and they were deader than dead.

This does not mean that the Black Knight is too weak, but rather that the seven angels who have experienced thousands of years are too powerful, which is why they were destroyed so easily.

"Hurry up, Demon King, use whatever tricks you have!"

This sentence did not come from the seven angels who completely wiped out all the black knights with one blow, but came from the mouths of the sub-people in the stands. They wanted to watch, wanted to watch more battles, more wildness!

The ancestors of sub-humans are beasts. They inherited the blood of beasts and are stronger, faster and wilder. Although simple wildness and fighting have gradually declined due to the changing times, there is still a bloodthirsty gene hidden in their bones. I hope that I can at least see a brutal fight!

The blood in their bones tells them to think and act this way. This is the most normal thing!

Of course, they themselves knew that they were just talking nonsense. If the Demon King really wanted to attack, he would never shout out the move like this...

'OK'

Something unexpected happened to all the demi-humans. A light voice fell into their ears, and then the body of the black knight, which had been chopped into pieces, suddenly burst into a fierce black light, and magic circles kept appearing on it...

Hey!

woohoo~~

Hahahaha!

Strange sounds came from it one after another, and black ghosts kept moving and twisting in it, so shrill, so terrifying...

As mentioned before, although the archangels arrived quite quickly, the price of their speed was that the protective membrane of the arena was destroyed. All the sub-human spectators who were originally firmly protected outside the protective membrane were nakedly exposed to the accessible range of the arena because of the rupture of the protective membrane. When the seven archangels blasted the more than ten black knights to pieces, many of their limbs flew to a place less than five meters away from the stands. In this instant, not only the archangels on the stage became gladiators, but even the spectators in the stands were forced to become gladiators.

【asshole! 】

Even though telepathy can complete communication in an instant, it is still not enough. The moment this happens, the seven angels rushed out and purified all the scattered limbs with their weapons. The sacred flame and light illuminated the inside and outside of the field for a time.

They had to do this. The reason why the undead were feared was because they were contagious. God knew what the devil had done with the black mist. If the demi-humans who were infected here turned into undead after returning, it would be really annoying...

They have always refused to admit that they are not demi-humans but servants of God, so their position in the demi-human world has always been a little awkward. However, because they are the first-line race in resisting demons and undead, they can still maintain a superior position. Eliminating undead and killing demons is more of an obligation than a responsibility. They have always regarded serving God as their ultimate goal, so they can remain detached and watch these demi-humans fighting for the so-called strongest male.

If the moves that exploded in front of them caused a large number of casualties to a certain demi-human race after they returned, then there is no doubt that the angel race would lose face. Their usual lack of desires and demands would become a lack of strength and therefore they dare not force anything. Their attitude of being detached from ordinary demi-humans would become what some demi-humans would see as doing nothing all day long...

Don't underestimate these words that don't seem too harsh. In fact, it is a real crisis of trust in the angels' missionary work in the human world and in preventing the invasion of the demons in the oppressive world. If it cannot be resolved and eliminated in the first time, it will undoubtedly shake the prestige that has been painstakingly established for thousands of years!

Use the big sword to chop the broken limbs into pieces without any magic left, burn the broken limbs with fire, and let the sun become the carrier of the light to drive away evil...

Faced with a powerful enemy, the seven angels did not dare to be careless at all. They directly cleared out the black magic circles completely, and then burned the broken limbs into ashes before they were completely relieved.

But after they finished all this, they turned around to see the arena that had been thoroughly cleaned, the bored demi-humans, and most importantly...

There was a smiley face symbol burning in the arena. No matter how you thought about it, the black flame could only have been left by that hateful demon king.

"We were fooled."

Raphael, who was more familiar with the knowledge of the human world, held the remaining black smoke in his hands and looked at it for a while, then said to the other six archangels, "This is not poison, but a smoke prop used for fun in the human world. The function of the magic circle is just to shape it." After saying that, he pinched the smoke and directly touched his skin to it. Except for being a little black, there was no other abnormality.

It doesn't have any lethality or any other hidden effects, it's just a little trick to make the angels suffer.