Chapter 592 Angels and Demons

Oliver shook his head and explained, "This ancient Roman arena has its own thoughts, which is no longer equivalent to those resentments and obsessions like walking corpses. Therefore, I must respect its opinions. You know, everything is balanced and can't be plundered at will, even if they are weaker than you.

"As for whether it is willing to give me these gladiators, I think everything always has its value. As long as it is exchanged, the other party feels worth it. Well, there will always be a way..." With that, Oliver stretched out his dry hand again and patted it.

The crisp applause was conveyed to the sky of the arena, and the thick cloud whirlpool began to operate, and its roaring thunder sounded in surprise: "What's going on? Who is it? Such a wonderful game was interrupted by spells! Are you? ......Ah! You are a gray cloak! Necromancer who is proficient in the art of stars! Why are you back? I remember that you have been..."

Oliver immediately interrupted it. He didn't want to revisit the unbearable past. "The Roman arena, you still like killing so much. The game is not wonderful. They are not evenly matched. Pure slaughter is not fun. But... I like your gladiator very much. What price do you need to pay me?"

The evil spirit of the sky condensed a huge ugly face and came all the way to Oliver's eyes and said in a low voice, "What kind of price is impossible!" This is my most precious memory and collection. You will die!"

Necromancer Oliver is not annoyed. "In my current world, there are many souls you like, and you can get more gladiators if you need them. Moreover, with your ability, it should not take you too much time to cultivate a group of Spartacus warriors... Besides, time is the cheapest thing for you..."

Oliver opened his hand and from the wide cuffs of his gray cloak, countless gray, black-grey, dark red, and all kinds of dark spirits flew out and danced beside him, stunned the evil face.

"What a lovely soul... I like them. Do you really have many? If you have 10,000, these gladiators are yours..." This guy can really speak.

Oliver laughed, "Hey, souls are more or less a problem. These helpless souls are like sand in my current world. It's just that I hope to exchange here often in the future, or... Are you, the ancient Roman arena, willing to leave this 'desperate prison' and go to my world? There, your talent and fun can be maximized! You can become more grand, with a hundred times, not a thousand times as grand as now! Think about it, tens of thousands of gladiators fight in your arena! You can even expand 10,000 times than the current scale! Let the lonely souls on a continent participate in your game..."

Oliver opened his hands emotionally, and more spirits rushed out of his sleeves, as if he had released fireflies and danced throughout the arena...

"You! What you said is true?!" That grimace was already a longing look. He looked at the spirit flying all over the sky intoxicatedly. In his empty eyes, a flame called hope burned out!

"Of course it's true! It's just that I need time... Maybe a hundred years in my world, maybe in this 'desperate prison', I can do it..."

"I do!" The evil grimace shouted, as if it had agreed to the marriage proposal of the necromancer, and the roar echoed repeatedly over the arena!

"If what you said is true, if you don't deceive me! You can take all the gladiators here!" The more the roaring thunder, the more excited it becomes...

"Believe me, have you ever heard of a gray cloak cheating? I'm not the hypocritical believers above..."

"Take it! Grey cloak! I trust you!" The evil grimace simply roared, "You can also leave! Aren't the three of you going to the 'Confidential Archives'? Go! You are the most powerful warriors I have ever seen! Not only your fighting skills, but also your luck! Yes! Luck is also the most important thing in battle! Don't despise him!"

After saying that, the huge arena made a mechanical rotation sound. In the center of the arena, a portal corridor appeared, which was black, as if it were releasing the cellar of beasts, as if it were leading to hell.

The necromancer's hand patted, and all the gladiators regained their mobility. They were about to jump on Zhang Fan and the other three, but were stopped by the loud sound over the arena, "The game is over. You leave with the gray cloak..."

The necromancer Oliver stroked his chest and greeted the three of them. "Dear friends, thank you again for your liberation. I think we will meet again..." After saying that, he waved his hand and led these majestic gladiators to leave the arena through the fantastic space door...

But just after he left, a gray-blue crystal flew out of the space door and floated over the arena. "Hold away this soul crystal, I will come back..."

The dark clouds over the arena involved the spirit of the sky and this soul crystal into their own body...

Zhang Fan and the three of them are now standing alone in the center of the big arena, and the spectators on the surrounding stands have also suddenly disappeared. Although the sky in the arena is still cloudy, it is no longer so fierce and there is no sound, as if it were an ordinary cloudy day. Everything the three people have just faced is like a dream...

"Let's go..." Zhang Fan took the lead in walking to the underground corridor of the black hole with his two companions.

Just as the three of them were moving towards the underground corridor, two clouds of smoke suddenly fell from the sky, which shocked the three people! Did the arena go back on its word?

I saw these two clouds of smoke, a black one, as if there were many flying moths, noisy hitting the entrance of the corridor and blocking the way. Another gray-white light fog also hit the ground on the other side of the corridor. With a "bang--" sound, the field shook. The black fog condensed a human figure, which surprised the three people. It was Sir Radville. It was not moths flying around him, but countless bats.

Another fog also condensed into a blonde and handsome man with a cold face and an arrogant look, as if all sentient beings in the world do not pay attention to him. Isn't it the handsome blonde who once followed Eisen in the bar in C City? What are they doing here? Zhang Fan and the others have some bad feelings...

"You two are all well... I don't know what's the matter with us here?" Zhang Fan said that he had been used to Chinese arched gifts in the ancient scene of the precepters for a long time.

Blonde handsome man "Humph!" With a sound, his nostrils looked at Zhang Fan and ignored him. The Sir Delville smiled and hurryed down and did the style of the medieval European aristocracy.

"I heard that you have hurt our children, and the two of us are here to question..." Sir Delville whispered, as if he was afraid to scare the children.

"We..." Aken stepped forward to defend himself, but he heard some movement behind him...

A voice suddenly sounded behind the three people of Zhang Fan, "What's going on? Where have they been? Is it over?" The three suddenly turned around and saw the demon Asrog appear in the bloody charm array, which seemed to be a little more complicated.

"Asrog..." Aken was pleasantly surprised. It turned out that this guy did not escape. He was still holding an unusually fierce Shura hound behind him and was roaring in a low voice threatening to block the two abrupt visitors at the entrance of the corridor.

"Demon!" The handsome blonde man who never spoke became angry as soon as he saw Asrog and gritted his teeth and jumped out of an old Latin word from his lips with infinite hatred. Is it...

"Hey, is it really surprising? Unexpectedly, a newborn demon appeared..." Sir Delville's tone was very kind, as if he had seen an old acquaintance in his hometown.

The handsome blonde suddenly "pulled" behind him and opened a pair of huge gray wings, but it seemed to be missing a large piece and looked very broken.

The vicious dog in Asrog's hand immediately roared at the handsome blonde man. The roar was like the sound of a tiger and a cow, which was very horrible, as if with a little fear of mental negative damage.

"Angel!" The demon Asroger burst out a syllable in his teeth, as if he had met an enemy who killed his father and his wife, and he was going to fight to the death!

Zhang Fan and the three were stunned on the spot. They didn't expect to see a real angel in the 'desperate prison', which seemed to be that kind of mature big man. But no matter how you look at it, this angel seems to have fallen from the sky, and it's the kind that fell on his back and threw his wings miserably (for good, it's not face to the ground). There is no elegant demeanor of the female angel Zhang Fan Aken saw in the garden of heaven.

"Ji Jie Jie!" An unpleasant smile came from behind Asrog, "It's funny that a fallen angel has already betrayed the glory of the Lord and hates demons!"

An old woman came over tremblingly, as if an old woman picking up garbage had gone to the wrong place. Behind her is a white coat dentist with a big red nose, playing with a delicate scalpel in his hand.

Sir Delville smiled strangely and said to the wine nose, "Hey, one of you is a demon who changes evil from good, and the other is an angel who abandons good and degenerates, all of which have weakened your strength. The battle between you is really interesting..."

The old woman stared at Sir Delville, with heavy pupils and shining greedy light. She licked her lips, "What a powerful and interesting bat monster. The old woman, I just lacked a kind of witch of this kind. I didn't expect you to fulfill me..." I saw her coming out behind her. A group of strange insects and plants suddenly filled the whole arena!