Chapter 476 I am Rocky McCarthy
The battle that broke out in the Death Arena made every dignitary in the Franklin Hall seat fall into extreme thrill.
Although the Death Arena blocked sounds for the sake of fairness and prevented interference and support from outside the barrier, the sight of the barrier blocking the oncoming magical aftermath and the silent white light made these dignitaries feel terrified.
For creatures of level six and below, the battle of level eight is like the wrath of a god, and any creature caught up in it will be crushed in an instant.
Three demons of different shapes approached Asksan, forming an insurmountable line.
They were both a solid shield for Sigrid and a deadly spear for Asksan.
The vanguard demon is the most flexible and agile. Even if she has no weapons in her hands, any movement she makes may bring about an invisible sharp blade, accompanied by bursts of sharp sounds of breaking through the air, leaving clear cuts on the ground.
The center-back demon appears mysterious, its blurry figure and body seem to be made of the water of the abyss, with deep black waves constantly fluctuating.
As long as he stood in the middle, no matter what attack or defense intentions Asksan had, he seemed to be able to see through them and accurately convey them to the other two demons. As the central commander, he would occasionally summon a large-scale dark force that could devour everything, in order to drag Asksan into an endless abyss.
The demon in the last row looked lazy, but in fact, with a slight wave of her hand, the entire Death Arena was covered with curse seals, which quickly rotated and merged in the air to form an indestructible floating barrier, accurately protecting the other two demons and resisting Asksan's fierce counterattack.
The figure of Bishop Asksan of Annihilation shuttled through the Arena of Death.
Facing the siege of three demons, he looked extremely embarrassed, and every dodge was filled with desperate persistence.
Even the noble lords who didn't know magic in the seats could see at this moment that Asksan had little hope of winning if he continued to fight like this.
"Is this really a summoner fighting a sealer?"
Some nobles in the audience couldn't help but wonder.
Generally speaking, when a summoner fights, the summoner needs to personally take charge of the tactical command and do his best to give combat commands and buff magic to the summoned creature. At the same time, the summoner can also participate in the battle and interfere with the opponent.
And these three summons seemed to have complete self-awareness, and were determined to kill Asksan! "I always feel like this is a gang fight, but I have no evidence."
"But look at Asksan's angry expression. He seems to think Sigrid is not challenging him in a one-on-one fight."
There was a lot of discussion in the seats in the Congress Hall.
At this moment, the female demon in the back row had used light blue magic to construct a translucent bar and chairs, invited Sigrid to sit down, and waited for Sigrid's orders like a bartender, showing her professionalism.
If drinks could be brought into the Death Arena, she would have probably already started mixing cocktails for Sigrid.
"Look, this magic is so bright."
"Indeed, but Wang also told us that if you use seventh-level or higher magic as fireworks or light shows within the city limits of his hometown, you will have to pay a heavy fine even if it does not cause public damage. One time, a friend of his who was both his teacher and friend was fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly dismantling the barrier to stop a campus competition that went wrong."
"Then his friend is quite amazing. By the way, how could a campus sports event get into such an accident?"
"The king didn't say."
Sigrid did nothing but sat on the chair and watched Asksan being chased by two eighth-level epic demons in the distance, and occasionally chatted with the demons around her.
On the other side, Asksan was beaten up by three great demons. Even if he was so angry that he wanted to call Sigrid shameless, he had no time to vent his emotions.
All his anger turned into a ferocious smile.
Because at this moment, Sigrid thought she had won, but she didn't know what would happen next! Outside the Death Arena, on the right side of the Council Hall, the Archbishop of Annihilation was sitting.
A figure seemed to be concentrating on watching the fierce battle that broke out in the center of the hall.
Amid the tense and expectant atmosphere in the hall, the behavior of the great priest of annihilation seemed even more secretive and profound.
All his mental calculations were hidden behind this desperate battle, waiting for the right moment to show his killer move.
Asksan's clone who stayed outside the field kept his eyes wandering to the upper area on the left side of Franklin Hall opposite.
There sat the southern nobles of the House of Lords.
Although it was a little difficult to divide his attention to his clone outside the battlefield, Asksan was already certain that the magical aura was somewhere around him.
In the vast Franklin Hall, the magical fluctuations of the suspects are analyzed one by one, and sooner or later the Son of Tyrant will be screened out based on the magical characteristics.
Based on inference.
Asksan believed that the most likely possibility for the Son of Tyrant was a minor noble.
He is more likely to be in the House of Lords than in the House of Commons.
Secondly, the probability of the Holy Son of Tyrant appearing in the southern aristocratic circle is the highest, followed by the eastern, and finally the northern aristocracy.
So we should start looking among the nobles in the south.
It will take a little more time, just to hold back those three demons on the battlefield for a while.
Foolish Sigrid and her three demon hawks had no idea what was about to happen.
The moment he finds the Son of Tyrant, he will reverse the outcome and make Sigrid regret for the rest of her life! In the Death Arena, Asksan's body was constantly flashing with rich gray magic power, condensing into sealing runes. Under his control, he switched from the offensive to the defensive counterattack, trying his best to resist the siege of the three demons.
However, the three demons fought in an extremely cunning and cruel way, like hunters in the dark, they attacked Asksan from all angles.
The solid barrier of the barrier demon, the sharp blade of the cutting demon, the endless darkness of the abyss demon, each round of organized and disciplined offensive is consuming Asksan's physical strength and magic power.
They are obviously living beings, not summoned creatures!
The summoned creatures had already come to fight him desperately.
And these three demons didn't want to exchange their lives for his, they just wanted to wear him out to death without any injury.
Unfortunately, this was a bad move! The battle continued, and the barrier was filled with thick smoke and sporadic flames like a foundry. Asksan's body was covered with scars, but his eyes were burning with fire.
After several clashes, Asksan suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing technique. Several sealing arrays instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disc-shaped barrier.
When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on the barrier reacted like living things, absorbing and transforming the attacks and reflecting them back at the demons.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The reflective power of the barrier is extremely strong, even the three demons feel alert. Rather than breaking it by force, it might be better to wait for the barrier to weaken naturally.
Under the command of the central demon, the offensive of the three demons turned to preparation and control, no longer as wild and unrestrained as before.
At this point, this life-and-death battle has already reached a white-hot stage, and every collision between the two sides may determine the outcome in the next moment.
This was the crucial defensive sealing technique that Asksan finally used, which could only buy him a few seconds to concentrate on staying out of the field.
His clone, who remained on the seat of the Archbishop of Annihilation outside the arena, had a frown on his face.
That's not right.
How come none of the seats in the southern and Tyrant branches have the same magic frequency? The seats in the east were also screened, because the seats of the nobles and councillors in the east were far away, so there were few suspects.
Could it be that the guy is actually hiding in the northern seats?
And vaguely.
Asksan always felt that the Son of Tyrant was closer to him than he thought.
It feels like your body is itchy but you can't pinpoint exactly where it itches. Every time you scratch it, the spot is off by a little bit, as if you got it completely wrong.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, causing Asksan's clone's arms to tremble.
Just at this moment.
Asksan's clone felt a magical aura, as if it was a silk thread draped over his body.
The frequency of this magic power is exactly the Tyrant Son he is looking for! For the weak, even if they cast a glance at the strong, it will produce fluctuations in magic power and be counter-detected by the strong.
Asksan, an eighth-level mage who is extremely sensitive to magic, can instantly detect the subtle change in magic just now.
It was like the Holy Son of Tyrant, who for some reason took the initiative to observe him! Good fellow, you actually dared to walk into a trap, didn't you? !
Although he didn't know why the Son of Tyrant wanted to explore him at this moment, Asksan was very sure that he was the only one who could feel the rough and immature fluctuations of magic power, and the other party was not aware of it at all - this secret observation had been noticed by him, Asksan!
The Holy Son of Tyrant is right behind him.
Finally, I found you! Asksan grinned, a cruel smile on his lips, the expression of a hunter who discovered the weakness of his prey.
He turned his head slowly.
He noticed a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him.
That confused and concerned look is like asking, sir, are you feeling unwell? At this moment.
Asksan's clone's eyes widened.
Because the person he saw was——
Rocky McCarthy!!
(End of this chapter)