Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 67 Reaching the Pure Raimontos
Fallen Angel, Raymond?

Lyle thought of the large plate armor exuding holy light at that moment, and he raised his hands to knock down a crowd of people on Andrews. Raymond's fall was as ridiculous as his social range. He is a sun that often hangs high in the sky. Couldn't get in touch with any filthy words.

Although his social circle is so aloof, he is highly sought after in the demon circle.

Interesting.

Along the way, he rejected the invitation of several enthusiastic demons, and Lyle quietly regretted in his heart.

Tonight seems to be Mr. Raymond's special performance. Their words are always inseparable from the term fallen angel. I don't know where the false rumors came out. Obviously, Seraph is more suitable.

They handed in the tickets to the armored demons at the door. Their armors had bright red twisted patterns, like a variant of hieroglyphics.

"That is the magic pattern of the Pomfrey family, a high-level demon family with a long history. Their magic pattern is similar to our family emblem, which means that the ownership of this arena belongs to the Demon Archduke Madam Pomfrey. The nature of the demons You like fighting and destruction, and to manage this gang of thorns, you've got to have a bigger fist than everyone else."

"So Madam Pomfrey is the strongest here?"

"She has a powerful force, but she can't be called the strongest. The strongest should be her deceased husband, the previous champion of the arena."

"died?"

"Dying in the battle of the demon archduke, fighting alone does not mean the king of war. So her power has been questioned recently, and she has to urgently carry out the eldest son's coming-of-age ceremony to ensure her archduke status."

"Won't noble blood also be recognized?"

"Strength comes first. Her deceased husband is not a high-level demon, but Madam Pomfrey was asked to marry her because of her strength."

"The arena sounds like a blind date."

"That's it, gladiatorial fighting is a sacred tradition of the demons, used to resolve disputes, determine social status, courtship and revelry. This is also one of the reasons why Mr. Raymond is worshipped. In the eyes of the demons, he is probably a perfect spouse. Although Demons and foreign races are independent of each other, but Mr. Raymond is recognized as the strongest player in the Heiyuan gladiatorial battle."

"It's not like Madam Pomfrey didn't invite Mr. Raymond to discuss remarriage."

"Hey, what's the result? Raymond refused?"

"The letter didn't get to him at all. Andre College destroyed the letter. We tried our best to prevent all contact between Raymond and the demons, so as to avoid diplomatic disputes like the close contact between the demons and idols, and the result was purified. Enough of Derry's little troubles."

"So Mr. Raymond doesn't know anything about what he is worshipped?"

"Yes, in his opinion, it is probably the demons who are angry when they see the Holy Light. Believe me, if he knew that the demons liked him, he would not be very happy, because the demons are basically impossible to have potential believers of the Holy Light."

The two walked to the huge stand and found their seats, just like the stairs of a normal arena. The central gladiatorial area was half the size of a football field and was covered by a hemispherical mask.

Anderui and Mozu were clearly sitting on both sides of the stands, and it was obvious that the organizers intended to separate the two races.

"The area of ​​the demons often has quarrels, and finally evolved into a martial arts stage, where the audience is fighting, and the stage is also fighting."

Lyle looked at the group of handsome men and women sitting together, they were cheering collectively at the moment, and some people waved their arms here to say hello.

Andrew, dead silent.

He stared indifferently at the male and female demons who had already fallen into a revelry.

A dwarf in fancy clothes sat on the podium. It was a dwarf demon with sharp horns, a lowly demon, a small man who was not likable, but with a sharp mouth, he could speak well, and he also had a few demons who were enlightened. The reason, he will not be divided.

He picked up a blue crystal, which was a magic microphone.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the 890th midnight gladiatorial match in Heiyuan Arena! I am your commentator, Big Bigby!" At the end of the words, there was a long voice, and the high-pitched voice heated up the atmosphere.

The demons cheered, and even the Andrews applauded.

"Bigby's commentary is very interesting, and you will definitely like it."

"Welcome to tonight's first challenger, oh, he is from the elite Andre! The brutal messenger of thunder and lightning, the ruthless King of the Storm! Let us welcome, thunder from the sky ~ thunder!"

Andry burst into cheers, they clapped passionately, and stood up one after another, Lyle had to listen carefully to Mr. Gentleman's words.

"Mr. Lei Ming, the president of the Weather Research Society, used to be a member of the Magic Research Society. He is proficient in lightning magic, and his magic power is about six locks."

The gate of the arena was opened, and in the deep darkness, a long metal needle was thrown violently and slanted on the ground.

A bang.

A bolt of lightning fell in the void and struck the long needle. When the crowd opened their eyes again, a toe tapped on the needle.

The figure entwined with the splendid electric snake stood on the thin needle, shrouded in a robe.

"So strong."

"Epidemic doctor, your evaluation that can't be locked does not have any reference value."

As Andre's cheers faded, Bigby spoke again.

He first waved his hand to be quiet, and his face showed unprecedented solemnity. He raised one hand high, and immediately a demon guard walked over to play the drums. As the roaring drums gradually accelerated, Bigby roared.

"He is God's favorite, he is an angel who fell to the mortal world, he has supernatural power, but he fell for love, abandoned the beauty of heaven, and came to our fiery black abyss arena, where he fought bloody, just to pass 120 sacred Trial, in exchange for his lover who was punished by the gods."

"Our King of the Black Abyss! The fallen angel with broken wings, the most beautiful, the most pure, the eternal champion, the fallen angel! Lei! Meng! Thor! Si!"

On the Demon Race side, it was like experiencing a volcanic eruption, a landslide and tsunami-like cheers, and all the Demon Race raised their hands high and recited that name.

"Raimontos!" "Raimontos!" "Raimontos!"

"That's a respectful title to the Great Demon Race, don't pay attention to those opening remarks."

The door on the other side opened slowly.

A vague cloud rose into the mid-air of the arena.

Let there be light.

The clouds were torn apart, and the golden armor was like the rising sun, the holy song was heard in the air, and the phantom of the angel flew in the air.

Raymond stepped on the stairs of nothingness and slowly walked down from mid-air, every footstep sounded like an ancient bell being tolled.

A pair of pairs of light wings unfolded behind him, and chains were entangled on the wings.

The angel with ten wings and ten locks set foot on the earth.

The frenzy of the demons had reached its peak, and they climbed to the bottom of the stand, cheering at the light and shadow.

Raymond was like a world superstar, he looked around and picked a lucky audience to interact closely, two angel phantoms sang, and light petals fell on him.

The demons screamed, some girls fainted in ecstasy, and the rest began to fight each other physically to defend the ownership of the non-existent husband Raymond.

The chaos of the demons turned into a pot of porridge.

On the other hand, Andrea was dead silent and fell into inexplicable embarrassment.

Lyle patted the sacred petals poured on his hat.

"Mr. Gentleman..."

"That's right, it's just what you think, Epidemic Doctor, Raymond is telling you that Shengguang is so cool, why don't you join?"

(End of this chapter)