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 were broken, they would 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 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 have 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 was much more serious than she had imagined! ! The staff noticed that a spectator had jumped down and was about to come over to stop him, but when Lanqi raised his hand to indicate that this was someone from their coaching team, the staff 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.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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."

Lanqi leaned against the bench, staring at the battle square, crossed his fingers and leisurely placed them on his legs, and answered.

"Then what?"

"Then I set the images of Kusai and several others from the Alolan Royal Academy as villains, and made the heroine exactly the same as Tservini. I sent the five members of the Fighter's Soul into the single-person shadow world respectively, and designed the most difficult tragic plots for them to accept according to their personalities."

“…”

Hyperion could only listen but not speak.

"This group of fighters witnessed Tserwini being brutally murdered time and again in this illusory yet real world. They also cycled endlessly between death and resurrection. Whenever they were most desperate and collapsed, the Great Love Poet would appear as a goddess, gently counting the mistakes and sins they had committed in this round, and sending them to start over."

Lanci continued to tell Hyperion.

"You let the great poet of love...become a goddess?"

Hyperion swallowed.

"Yes, I told her to let go and talk as much as she wanted."

"No……"

Hyperion covered her head.

She couldn't describe what a sinful soul-torturing game this was.

But this was a Pandora's box that she opened with her own hands.

"It's not over yet."

Lanci shook his head.

What the members of the Fighter's Soul team didn't realize was that Ranch, as the administrator of the control center, would sometimes play a certain role and artificially create tragedies that made them feel extremely frightened or extremely angry, in order to guide them.

Although the challenger wins at the end of the story, all the companions with whom he has formed a bond will die, including Tserwini, who will inevitably die at the hands of the challenger.

If there is any challenger's companion who has a hope of surviving to the finale, Lanqi will personally take charge and make him disappear.

“I mainly want to highlight a sense of fate. Whenever I give them a little hope, I will extinguish it when they think things are about to get better, so that they understand that fate is difficult to change. When they return to the real world, they will feel like they have just woken up from a dream, but they will also find that the gears of fate have begun to turn again, and they have one last chance left.”

Lanci told Hyperion about his special training arrangements for the next two days.

Finally, after more than thirty hours of special training, five fighters successfully walked out of this artificial shadow world controlled by Ranchi.

Their mental outlook has also undergone tremendous changes.

"you……"

Hyperion's eyelids twitched wildly, and she quickly looked towards the battle square.

These five fighters have been experiencing the unforgettable immersive experience in the film world for so long that they are afraid that they have long lost their ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood. At least they have witnessed the scene of Tserwini being killed by Kusai hundreds of times. Now they probably have no other thoughts in their minds except wanting to kill Kusai.

She couldn't imagine what these five fighters would do to Kusai next! (End of this chapter)