This Paladin is so despicable!.

Chapter 375 Offering flesh and blood to the Poseidon

"This! What is this?"

Ravdell whined and questioned: "Isn't this illegal?"

Wright, who was on the opposite side of the arena, spread his hands and said, "The dependents of Poseidon."

"Do your family members have anything to do with Hai?"

"A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood are also seas."

"this!"

Rafdel quickly looked at the adjudicator, who pondered for a moment.

[Nothing unusual, the duel continues. 】

"What? How is this possible!"

So if they are the black iron race, what do the silver and gold dependents of their own god line count?
Rafdel looked at the shadow projected from the arena below, his eyelids twitching crazily.

The demon's skin, flesh, bones and blood were all turned into hard and tough armor, tightly wrapping the one hundred followers of the evil god of flesh and blood.

"Hahahahaha..."

Wright's eyes were full of contempt: "I know what you are thinking, don't you just think that as long as I take action, the devil will definitely run away.

"It's...hateful."

Are they human?

The more they fight, the braver they become, and the more demons they kill, the more powerful the flesh and blood armor on their bodies becomes, and they themselves will receive feedback from the flesh and blood evil god.

It made their already strong and exaggerated body shapes even bigger.

In an instant, a team of two to three hundred people defeated the demon army, which was like a mountain and a sea!

Aphra immediately began to consume points and continuously dispatched Poseidon's followers towards the lost plane.

Is that what you think? "

The scene was so shocking that many gods in the audience couldn't help but stand up and watch.

One after another, muscular men descended from the sky and joined in the crazy slaughter of demons.

On the other hand, on Aphra's side, a group of 100 muscular men has completed the initial flesh and blood armament.

Is this the black iron race?

They originally wanted to use special means in the early stage to establish a big advantage in the early stage, and then keep snowballing.

After all, in your opinion, the entire Holy Light World is just a small low-level world, completely incomparable with your life system. What's more, there is the blessing of the Dragon Clan!
So what if I am strong alone?

Rafdel gritted his teeth, but was helpless.

So as long as you exclude me from the duel, you can rest easy.

As a result, it actually snowballed.

And the points they earned from killing demons also accumulated a certain amount.

The enemy-killing efficiency of these more than a hundred elves cannot even match that of three three-person teams!
And why is it a three-person team? The cooperation is so tacit!
Then the three teams can repeat the individual cooperation, so that the matryoshka dolls are continuously stacked.

These muscular men are simply battlefield meat grinders!

The efficiency of killing enemies is not increasing exponentially, it is simply increasing explosively!

The key is that as these people fought, the flesh and blood armor on their bodies began to change.

The muscular man who was originally a bare-handed man not only grew a chain saw of muscles and bones that can be said to be of explosive aesthetics, but also evolved into a flesh-and-blood pulse bone blaster!

you! You even make your own equipment, right?

The materials are all the bones of killed demons, right?

Ammunition supplies can be replenished anytime and anywhere, right?

No need to worry about logistics at all! Directly unlimited battery life, right?
Can’t afford it!

Have you never won?

The armrests of the auditorium have been somewhat deformed by Rafdel.

"This can't go on like this!"

Rafdel looked at the Elf Dragon God on the duel stage, who also nodded slightly. The plan must be accelerated, otherwise there will be no chance of a comeback.

Helakiel raised his hand, and the Adjudicator turned to look at him.

"Arbitrator, I request to use a divine descent."

[Approved and approved]

Herakiriel quickly took out a seed that looked like a peach core from behind his back and threw it toward the shadow below.

The seed disappeared immediately, and then appeared in the sky above the lost world. Along with the power of the Elf Dragon God, it descended in front of the elves.

The leaders of the elves were ecstatic after receiving the seed. They immediately shrank their battle lines, carefully planted the seed, and then started to irrigate it with their own blood.

With this kind of irrigation and cultivation regardless of cost, the seed quickly took root and sprouted, and soon grew into a towering tree.

The gods in the audience all focused their attention on this tree. Apparently some well-informed gods had recognized this sacred tree.

"It turns out to be the Divine Tree of Survival. This life divine system has really invested a lot of money."

"This is the second time I have seen the Sacred Survival Tree. I heard that their skills in making survival tree species have been lost, and there is not much left in stock.

You actually took it out during the gambling match? "

"For those two artifacts? Without the crown to welcome back the Lieyang King, the Life God System would be a joke."

"They deserve it. Who told them to force away the daughters of King Lieyang God?"

The gods in the audience were talking a lot, but at this moment the elves in the lost world couldn't wait.

Although this sacred tree looks like a smaller version of the ancient tree of life, the crown of the tree is full of fruits.

It's just that these fruits have different shapes, some big and some small.

As the fruits ripen, the elves climb to the crown of the tree to remove the fruits.

With the injection of life elements, those huge fruits turned into magic tools one after another.

The small fruits were also picked by the elves, and then they were all eaten.

With the Divine Fruit of Survival in their stomachs, these bronze elves evolved again and became great silver elves.

Their strength has been improved once again, and each of them has acquired powerful and 100% compatible magical weapons.

The big elf once again entered the battlefield, and his killing speed quickly caught up with the muscular men.

They continued to accumulate points and summoned more great elves to join the battlefield.

But what is visible to the naked eye is that serious desertification has begun to occur around the Sacred Tree of Survival.

It seems that this improvement is also at the cost of excessive absorption of the surrounding life force.

Aphra on the duel stage was a little flustered when she saw this, and looked back at Wright.

"What to do? They are catching up."

Wright snapped his fingers: "The next card is Divine Advent."

"Next? Oh oh oh oh!"

Aphra quickly took out the second card and raised her hand to apply to the referee.

"I also want to use a divine descent!"

[Approved and approved]

Aphra quickly threw the card in her hand into the arena. The card dissipated in mid-air and was replaced by a bone knife and fork mixed with flesh and blood.

"Blessed by halo, knife and fork of Poseidon!"

This light fell into the shadow of the arena. At the same time, a bloody light bloomed in the sky above the lost world and fell on the bodies of more than five hundred muscular men.

A black flag with a cross between a knife and a fork and a skull hanging above slowly emerged.

The muscular men raised their hands and crossed them, then placed them under their chins, roaring angrily.

"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice! Offer your flesh and blood to the great Poseidon!"

Such a crazy scene made the gods in the audience feel numb.

Is the Poseidon they call a serious god?
(End of this chapter)