Do not confiscate my citizenship!!

Chapter 225 Thalia was forced to regain the glory of the demon race

Electric light rolled in the dark clouds, and a white light streaked across the sky, illuminating the faces of everyone in the square.

"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten what strength they are?!"

Qusay yelled at his companions who were showing signs of vigilance.

In just two days, the gap in hard power can never be made up by momentum.

No matter how weird the other party looked, it was enough to fight head-on like the two times they beat them up the day before yesterday.

Hearing this, the fighters from Aloran Royal Academy quickly cheered up and exchanged firm looks with each other.

Who is strong or weak, you can tell at a glance!
At the same time, deafening thunder exploded, which was a kind of anger from the sky being released, rushing straight into people's hearts.

The thunder mingled with the fighting in the arena, the shouts and the clatter of metal.

The battle broke out suddenly!

A member of the special slaughter unit of the Demon King's Army rushed to the nearest fighter, raised his heavy sword and slashed at the opponent's neck.

"!!"

The fighter reacted quickly and used his body to do a rollover, dodging the fatal blow in a cold sweat.

He immediately counterattacked, punching out and creating a wave of air.

But the opponent's heavy armor seemed to absorb most of the damage.

however.

What was wrong was that the opponent was obviously hit, but he stood still and squinted at him, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The body looked even bigger under the heavy black armor, the corners of the mouth under the scarlet eyes curved upwards, and he raised the epee again, trying to split him in half vertically.

Feeling something was extremely wrong, the Aloran fighter quickly did a backflip to get out of the way.

"Tsk, I saved your life."

The fighter of Icarite said with a sneer while carrying his heavy sword.

The confrontation of several other fighters was also similar. The five people on Icarite's side didn't respond to injuries or pain at all, but their shots were all aimed at killing each other, beheading or chopping. Or simply want to smash the opponent's head into a meat paste with a broadsword.

As a result, the fighters on Aroran's side were a little afraid to fight them head-on, and they all pulled back to prepare to fight.

"You cowards, what do you have to be afraid of!"

Only the sixth-level Kusai was not afraid at all, and rushed forward, even more arrogantly cursing the companions who started to avoid the battle, and even had the momentum to fight the five opponents alone.

The rest of the Aloran fighters, thinking about the power gap between the two sides, gritted their teeth and suppressed the anxiety in their hearts, and rushed forward again.

With their strengthened steel and iron bones and their ability to regenerate, they would not be killed even if they forcibly received a slash from a heavy weapon. The opponent just looked scary!
Every swing of the broadsword and greataxe packs destructive force, and every time they strike a target, there is a heart-pounding metallic clatter.

Fighters rely on their speed and agility to fight back, trying to find the enemy's weak spots.

I don't know if they didn't hit hard enough, or the opponent really didn't feel pain. No matter how they hit, it seemed that they couldn't cause any effective damage to Ikerite and the others!

On the contrary, every time they were hit by an axe, the severe pain and fainting feeling like skinning and peeling made them feel like they were dancing around the god of death.

The audience was shocked by this thrilling scene.

Is this really a fighting game?

How do you feel that one side really wants to kill the other?
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the fighters on the side of the Kingdom of Aloran had a clear advantage in strength.

But the battle situation was one-sided, and the fighters on Aloran's side seemed to be brutally executed by the demon king's army slaughtering troops on Icarite's side.

The scene became extremely bloody. From the very beginning, they aimed at each other's throats, trying to swallow their opponents.

If I had to describe it, it was like a group of elites who hadn't left the campus met the battle-tested regular army of the Demon Race.

Except for the strongest sixth-tier fighter, Kusai, who was one against five, the other four already had several terrifying wounds on their bodies, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The people on Icarite's side should have suffered a lot of injuries, but they seemed to be okay, the black barrier-like body seemed to be unshakable before death!
"It's really like a baby."

"You pigs, why were we defeated by you?" "Thank you Principal Lan Qi for giving us a new life. This is the real fighting spirit we have been pursuing..."

The raindrops fell on the fighters and were vaporized by the temperature of their bodies and the heat generated during the battle, but this was not the enthusiasm for fighting, but the crazy killing arrogance after returning from hell.

It is hard to imagine what they have experienced in the past two days.

Gradually, the massacre troops on Ikrita's side began to gain the upper hand. Every time their heavy swords and giant axes hit, it seemed that they were going to smash the ground into a big hole, even if the fighters led by Qusay tried their best. Counterattack, facing this life-changing style of play, they are also getting more and more difficult.

Only Kusai became more and more fierce as he fought more and more, while the fighters beside him were hit by heavy swords and giant axes one by one, and they flew several meters away.

The atmosphere on the battle field became more and more brutal.

Every attack of the special killing unit of the Demon King Army seemed to be determined to destroy everything, and it quickly turned into a siege against Qu Sai.

"This……"

Noe opened his mouth with his brain down, looking at the battle field.

Why does he feel that something is very wrong with the team of fighters coached by Lan Qi? !

You call this a friendly academic exchange?
"The Demon King's Army once again has the upper hand! This comes with madness and pain shielding, and the intensity is really too high."

Luvihir’s passionate commentary voice from the commentary box echoed throughout the entire arena.

"Ahem, it's the representative team of Icarite Academy."

Another commentator beside her quickly corrected.

"Oh, yes. In fact, from the side, it may be that Coach Lanqi's tactical arrangements are very good, but against the five executioners of the Demon King's Army, how do you let the fighters on the opposite side play."

"It's the representative team of Icarite Academy."

"Uh."

Luvi Hill seems to have said it smoothly.

When mentioning the side of Icarite several times in a row, it took a long time to call out the formal name.

"The devil... the devil..."

"Ikrita."

"Yes, the Icarite team, these few... understand everything."

The students and the crowd in the auditorium thought the style of painting was a bit weird at first, but now they saw that the fight was hot and full of program effects, and they all cheered and cheered like booing.

Amidst the bustle of people.

Thalia, who was originally held by Huberian, has now held Huberian's hand tightly.

She buried her head firmly, afraid that people around would notice that she knew Lan Qi and the similarity between herself and the great poet.

"Huberlian, why don't we go home."

Talia lowered her voice and suggested.

"Tata, are you feeling unwell?"

Huberian felt that Thalia's palms were a little cold.

"I……"

Thalia didn't know how to explain it.

Hyperion still doesn't know that she is Hyperion's aunt, nor does she know that she is a demon.

Talia even heard the surrounding students cheering for the Demon King's Army.

This weird place made her feel like every minute and every second was a torment.

She is a law-abiding and good citizen, she is not planning the recovery of the Demon King's army, nor is she instigating Lan Qi to do these things...

(End of this chapter)