Chapter 476 I Am Rocky McCarthy

Chapter 476 I am Rocky McCarthy

The battle that broke out in the Death Arena made every nobleman in the Franklin Hall seat fall into extreme thrills.

Although the Death Arena isolated the sound for fairness to prevent interference and support from outside the barrier, the sight of the barrier blocking the oncoming magic aftermath and the silent white light made these nobles feel terrified.

For creatures of level 6 and below, the battle of level 8 is like the wrath of gods, and any creature involved will be crushed in an instant.

Three demons of different shapes approached Asksan and turned into an insurmountable front.

They are both Sigrid's solid shield 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 may bring an invisible blade, accompanied by bursts of piercing air, leaving clear cuts on the ground.

The center back demon looked mysterious, with a vague figure and body that seemed to be made of abyssal water, and deep black waves continued.

As long as he stood in the middle, no matter what attack and defense intentions Asksan had, he seemed to be able to see through and accurately pass them to the other two demons. As the central commander, he would summon a large range of dark forces that could devour everything from time to time to drag Asksan into the endless abyss.

The demon in the last row seemed lazy, but in fact, with a light wave of her palm, she covered the Death Arena with curses, 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.

Asksan, the bishop of annihilation, shuttled in the Death Arena.

Facing the siege of three demons, he looked extremely embarrassed, and every dodge was full of desperate persistence.

Even the noble lord who didn't understand 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?"

A noble in the audience couldn't help but wonder.

Generally speaking, when a summoner fights, the summoner needs to personally take charge of the tactics and do his best to give the summoned creatures combat instructions and buff magic. At the same time, the main body can also participate in the battle to interfere with the opponent.

And these three summoned creatures seem to have complete self-awareness and are determined to kill Asksan!

"I always feel like this is a gangster fight, but I have no evidence."

"But look at Asksan's angry expression, he seems to think Sigrid is not fighting alone."

There was a lot of discussion in the seats of the Congress Hall.

At this moment, the female demon in the back row has used light blue magic to construct a translucent bar and chairs, asked Sigrid to sit down, and waited for Sigrid's dispatch like a bartender, showing her professionalism.

If it weren't for the fact that drinks could not be brought into the Death Arena, she would probably have started to mix drinks for Sigrid.

"Look, this magic is really bright."

"Indeed, but Wang also told us that if you use magic of level 7 or above as fireworks or light shows in the urban area of ​​his hometown, you will have to pay a high fine even if it does not cause public damage. Once, a friend of his who was both a teacher and a friend was fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly dismantling the barrier to stop a campus competition event that got into an accident."

"Then his friend is really powerful. By the way, why did the campus competition event get into such an accident?"

"The king didn't say."

Sigrid did nothing, sitting on a chair and watching Asksan being chased by two level 8 epic demons in the distance, chatting with the demons around him from time to time.

On the other side, Asksan was beaten by three great demons, and no matter how angry he was, he had no time to vent his emotions even if he wanted to scold Sigrid for being shameless.

All his anger turned into a grim smile.

Because at this moment, Sigrid thought he had won, but he didn't know what would happen next!

Outside the Death Arena, on the right side of the Parliament Hall, on the seat of the Great Priest of Destruction.

A figure also seemed to be concentrating on watching the fierce battle that broke out in the center of the hall.

Mixed in the tense and expectant atmosphere of the hall, the behavior of the Great Priest of Destruction seemed more secretive and profound.

His mental calculations were hidden behind this death battle, waiting for the right time to show his killer moves.

Asksan's clone left outside the field kept his eyes wandering in the upper area on the left side of the Franklin Hall opposite.

There sat the southern nobles of the House of Lords.

Although it was a bit difficult to separate his mind to the clone outside the battlefield, Asksan was sure that this magical aura was somewhere around him.

In the vast Franklin Hall, the magical fluctuations of the suspects were analyzed one by one, and sooner or later the Son of Tyrant could be selected according to the magical characteristics.

According to the inference.

Asksan believed that the most likely possibility of the Son of Tyrant was a small noble.

The probability of him being in the House of Lords was greater than that in the House of Commons.

Secondly, the probability of the Tyrant Son being in the southern noble circle is the highest, followed by the eastern, and finally the northern nobles.

So we should start looking among the southern nobles first.

It will take a little more time, just hold off the three demons on the battlefield for a while.

Foolish Sigrid and her three demon hawks had no idea what was going to happen.

The moment he finds the Holy Son of Tyrant, it will be the moment when he reverses the outcome and makes Sigrid regret for the rest of her life!

In the Death Arena, Askesan's body was constantly flashing with rich gray magic power, condensed into sealing runes. Under his control, he switched from offensive to defensive counterattack, resisting the siege of the three demons as much as possible.

However, the fighting methods of the three demons were extremely cunning and cruel. They were like predators in the darkness, launching surprise attacks on Asksan from all angles.

The solid barrier of the barrier demon, the sharp blade that cuts the demon, and the endless darkness of the abyss demon. Every round of organized and disciplined offensive consumes Askesan's physical strength and mana.

They are obviously living beings, not summons!

The summons had already come to fight him desperately.

And these three demons didn't want to trade their lives at all, they just wanted to consume him to death without any harm.

What a pity this is a bad move!

The battle continued, and the barrier was filled with thick gunpowder smoke and sporadic firelight like a foundry. Asksan's body was scarred, but his eyes were burning with fire.

After several confrontations, Askosang suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing technique, and several sealing arrays instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disk-shaped barrier.

When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on the barrier react like living creatures, absorbing and transforming these attacks, and reflecting them back to the demons.

The reflective power of the barrier was extremely powerful, and even the three demons felt wary. Rather than forcefully breaking it, it might be better to wait for the barrier to naturally weaken and fail.

Under the command of the central demon, the three demons' offensive turned to preparation and control, and was no longer as wild and unruly as before.

At this point, this desperate battle has already reached a fierce stage, and every collision between the two sides may determine the outcome in the next moment.

This was the key defensive sealing technique that Asksan finally used, and it only bought him a few seconds to concentrate on the sidelines.

His clone, who was left on the seat of the Archpriest of Annihilation outside the arena, had a frown on his face.

its not right.

Why can't any of the seats on the opposite side of the Southern and Batian branches match the magic frequency?

Those in the east were also screened. Because the nobles and congressmen in the east sat far away, there were very few suspects.

Could it be that that guy is actually hiding in the northern seat?

And vaguely.

Asksan always felt that the Holy Son of Tyrant was closer to him than he imagined.

It feels like I have an itch on my body, but I can't quite pinpoint where it is. Every time I scratch it, it's in a slightly different position, as if the position is completely reversed.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became, causing Askosan's clone's arms to tremble a little.

at this time.

Askesan's clone felt a magical aura, as if it were a silk thread attached to his body.

The frequency of this magic power is exactly what he is looking for, the Holy Son of Tyrant!

For the weak, even if they just cast their eyes on the strong, there will be fluctuations in magic power, and they will be counter-detected by the strong.

An eighth-level mage like Asksan, who is extremely sensitive to magic power, can instantly detect the subtle changes in magic power just now——

Just like the Holy Son of Tyrant, for some reason at this moment, he took the initiative to observe himself!

Good guy, you actually dare to throw yourself into a trap, right? !

Although he didn't know the purpose of the Tyrant Son to explore him at this moment, Askosan was convinced that only he could feel the rough and immature magic power fluctuations, and the other party was not aware of it at all - this secret observation, Asksan has noticed it!

The Holy Son of Tyrant is right behind him.

Finally, I found you!

Askosan laughed ferociously, and the cruel smile on the corner of his mouth was the expression of a hunter who has discovered the weakness of his prey.

He turned his head slowly.

He found a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him.

Those confused and concerned eyes seemed to be asking, Sir, are you feeling unwell?

this moment.

Asksan's clone's eyes widened.

Because the person he saw was——

Rocky McCarthy! !