Chapter 58: Gladiator Arena

This is a vast, viscous, constantly bubbling digestive fluid lake, in which huge tentacles like stomach villi occasionally emerge from the water to grab everything that can be swallowed. The lakeside is the earth composed of living meat blankets, which will ooze corrosive pus when stepped on.

The air is filled with thick acid mist, which not only hinders vision, but also continuously erodes armor and spell barriers. Huge, pulsing biological tissue pillars stand all around, like the load-bearing walls of this living hell.

The "Black Dragon Wing" squad encountered big trouble here. They leaned against a huge biological tissue pillar and formed an incomplete defensive circle. The battle had lasted for nearly ten minutes, which was their limit for a battle with a rank gap.

Captain Tug held the giant shield "Oath of the Mountain," and the giant dragon relief on the shield had lost its luster. He breathed heavily, and every block was accompanied by splashing green hellfire. Adjutant Sarah had blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were still sharp, and her hands were controlling unstable elemental energy.

Assassin Gor and Dunn crossed their figures, their dual knives fast to only residual images, but there were already many scorched marks burned by hellfire on their bodies. Dragon Queen Priest Moss knelt on the ground, pressing his palms firmly on the ground, trying to forcibly draw energy from this living earth, but it was extremely difficult.

They had no names, only code names. The flesh puppets that replaced them later still used this title. Of course, they had no feelings, just a killing machine executing missions.

The devil Barot elegantly raised his hand and released "Law: Pain." The invisible power instantly strangled the guardian Moss. Captain Bag roared, smashed the giant shield on the ground, and launched the Dragon Roar Barrier. A translucent sound wave shield with dragon scale patterns instantly unfolded, forcibly offsetting the law spell. "Moss!"

Priest Moss took the opportunity to complete the spellcasting. He did not attack directly, but cast "Boiling Blood Seed." A tiny red light shot into a piece of living meat blanket under the devil's feet. The meat blanket instantly boiled and proliferated crazily, extending countless tentacles to entangle the devil's legs, trying to fix him temporarily.

The Shadow Blade brothers were like two flashes of lightning, launching "Shadow Dragon Assault" from the left and right sides. Their figures turned into six indistinguishable phantoms in a short time, and the blades pointed directly at the devil's joints and wing roots.

Barot let out a cold snort, and a "Hell Aura: Repulsion" erupted around him, and an energy ring mixed with painful wails instantly expanded. All phantoms of Gor and Dunn shattered upon contact with the aura, and their true bodies were knocked away by huge power, hitting the meat pillar behind them.

Dragon Queen Priest Moss endured the backlash, his palms erupted with earthy yellow light, launching "Earth Vein Shackles." Several chains composed of pure earth elements rushed out from the (relatively) solid ground, entangling the devil's limbs.

The devil showed a hint of seriousness for the first time. He was temporarily bound by boiling blood tentacles and earth vein shackles. His burning claws closed, condensing a huge "Despair Throwing Spear" composed of negative energy, and threw it at Sarah who was guiding the spell.

Captain Bag did not hesitate to launch "Dragon Wing Protection," and huge energy dragon wing phantoms unfolded behind him. He hit the throwing spear with his shield!

"Boom!!"

The throwing spear exploded, Bag's giant shield was blown to pieces, and he flew back vomiting blood, his chest armor completely melted, and he was seriously injured. But he won key time for Sarah.

Flame Weaver Sarah had blood flowing from her eyes and completed her strongest spell "Dragon Soul Flame Sun"! She mixed part of her life force and magic power, condensed a small, scorching white flame sun with dragon shadows on her head, carrying the aura of purifying all things, and smashed it toward the devil!

Facing the flame sun, Barot finally used his real skills. He was no longer elegant, let out a roar, and activated "Abyss Contract: Damage Conversion"! A complex magic array flashed under his feet, and the damage of the flame sun was mostly guided to this "Cancerous Abyss" plane itself!

A violent explosion occurred, the devil was shaken back a few steps, cracks appeared on his carapace, and blue smoke came out. But he successfully used the environment to share the fatal blow to the entire living plane.

At the same time, his steel tail stabbed out like teleportation, casting "Soul Piercing," targeting the seriously injured Bag. Priest Moss blocked this blow with his body. The long tail pierced Moss's chest, not only destroying his body, but also beginning to tear his soul. Moss quickly turned gray and disintegrated in extreme pain.

The devil did not give them any more chances. He instantly appeared in front of Sarah, who had landed and was exhausted of magic power, directly dug out her heart, and whispered in her ear: "Your flames, return to nothingness."

The surviving Shadow Blade brothers let out a wail and launched a suicide attack. The devil just waved his claws to both sides, and the "Blasphemous Flame" turned into two intersecting crescent-shaped shockwaves, cutting off and igniting Gor and Dunn along with the weapons in their hands.

Finally, he walked toward Captain Bag, who was only left with one breath. "Your struggle pleased me."

Just then, Bag suddenly opened his mouth: "Devil, your performance is not bad! You really gave me a surprise. How should I reward you, Baron Barot?"

"You... are you Sakavi? Impossible, how could you be here?"

"You guessed it right. Reward you with a 'Domain: Silent Corridor'. In this designated area, only one person can walk out alive. How about it? Is it very fair? Really thought I didn't find out that the 'Abyss Throat' you gave had a problem?"

"Hehehehe, I have to admit, your wisdom has exceeded my imagination. There are not many smart Black Dragons like you. Do you want to consider it? Let's earn greater benefits in the Rosen Empire together. Fighting here, alarming the 'Lord of Corruption', is not good for either of us, right?"

"You are right, but this place is an exception, because within this domain used for dueling, fate has been transferred, no one can break the barrier to enter or exit, or discover the existence here, unless they find the place where it is transferred here. This is something I spent three years developing."

With the activation of the "Undead Domain," a huge ring barrier composed of semi-transparent ghost matter shrouded the Black Dragon and the devil. Centered on the Black Dragon, a kind of absolute silence spread like a tide, instantly swallowing all sounds.

The wriggling meat blanket, pulsing blood vessels, and bubbling acid of the Cancerous Abyss quickly faded, turning into monotonous gray, white, and black. The smell in the air was no longer foul, but a kind of cold dust belonging to the deepest part of the ancient tomb.

Devil Barot felt that his surging Hellfire and vitality were suppressed as never before, as if the entire domain was rejecting him, this "living person." He did not hesitate to launch an attack, and the blasphemous flame turned into sky-filling fire rain, pouring down.

With the activation of "Life Siphon," a miniature black vortex appeared in the Black Dragon's palm. The pouring hellfire rain had its energy and life force forcibly stripped and extracted as it approached him, turning into a dark red trickle and merging into the vortex, instead supplementing himself. The flames went out before touching him.

Almost simultaneously, the Black Dragon issued a non-human shriek that acted directly on the soul. This was not a sound wave attack, but a resonance of death. Barot felt his soul being pierced by countless cold needles, and the extreme pain made his movements stall, and the condensed power almost collapsed. The soul structure he relied on to maintain existence was directly shaken.

"Want to judge me? The Abyss is your execution ground, Black Dragon!" Barot's roar, blessed by hellfire, actually temporarily broke through the silence of the domain.

"'Nine Hells Contract: Pain Transfer', take a good look! This is real strength!" A complex contract rune on his chest lit up. The wails acting on the soul and the loss of life force were actually partially transferred to this Cancerous Abyss plane itself through some evil contract law!

At the same time, he smashed his claws on the ground, and hellfire suddenly erupted! The gray-white ground in the domain was torn, and scorching green fire pillars rushed into the sky from the cracks, not attacking the Black Dragon directly, but crazily burning and destroying the death energy that constituted the domain itself, trying to disintegrate this domain created by the Black Dragon from the inside.

The Black Dragon exerted further pressure. Under his feet, a complex formation unfolded, shrouding the devil. This was a decay force field that accelerated the passage of time. Barot found in horror that his indestructible devil carapace began to lose its luster, became fragile, and even appeared with rust and cracks like wind erosion after thousands of years. His power, his reaction, were all becoming "aged" and "slow."

Barot resisted the power of "Eternal Withering," his figure swelled, and the burning claws condensed power enough to stain divinity, directly grabbing at the Black Dragon's true body! This was a blow that blasphemed the rules, trying to temporarily strip the concept of "death" from the Black Dragon. Wherever it passed, even the death rules of the domain appeared with short-term "rejection" phenomena.

However, the Black Dragon did not give him any more chances. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the devil. There was no light on the fingertip, but it condensed the concept of "death" itself.

This was not an energy attack, but a judgment at the law level. An invisible, absolute "death" instruction crossed all physical and energy defenses and acted directly on Barot's existence core.

The devil's desperate strike stopped abruptly. His movements solidified, and the hellfire in his eyes dimmed and went out instantly as if blown out by a cold wind. He felt no pain, only an absolute, irresistible "end" descending. His life, his power, his consciousness, were all forcibly drawn to a close under this finger.

Barot knew that conventional means could not win. He began to burn his own hell origin.

"Seven Sins Aura!" With a roar, seven original sin auras centered on him exploded crazily, no longer mental influence, but turned into substantial law impacts, violently hitting the boundary of the "Dead Domain," the edge of the gray-white world began to shake violently, and spider-web cracks appeared!

He tore open a tiny rift connected to a certain layer of the Bottomless Abyss regardless of everything, not to escape (the gladiator arena rules did not allow it), but to let a completely chaotic chaotic energy that was out of place with the death domain pour in, just like pouring sand into a precision instrument, causing violent rule conflicts, trying to create chaos to seek a glimmer of life.

"Nice struggle."

The Black Dragon's low voice sounded like the final judgment of death.

"But it ends here!"

This time, it was no longer a gentle "Life Siphon." Barot felt his soul core being tightly gripped by an invisible, ice-cold giant hand! His burning origin, his surging hellfire, all his power and consciousness were forcibly squeezed and extracted by this hand!

The Seven Sins Aura he tried to maintain was extinguished instantly as if the power was cut off. The Abyssal rift he tore open was forcibly closed by the stronger death rules in the domain. His roar was stuck in his throat, and his body withered and grayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. All his counterattacks, all his conspiracies, in the face of this most direct and domineering soul-level crushing, seemed so pale and powerless.

"Silence!"

With the Black Dragon's last sentence, Barot's soul core was like a punctured balloon, and the last bit of consciousness was completely dissipated. Finally, where the devil stood, only a hollow carapace that had completely lost its luster and was covered with cracks remained. When the wind blew, it turned into a pile of cold, meaningless dust. ===== CHAPTER 59 =====