Chapter 356: Soul Swallowing "Kill!"
A roaring man threw himself at the little demon with his long sword in a haphazard manner.
"Roar!"
After spotting the humans pounce, the little demon, who had just adapted to the outside light, also raised his weapon to meet him.
A fierce battle ensued, and an ordinary person who didn't seem to have learned swordsmanship and a small demon equivalent to a junior warrior engaged in a desperate struggle.
To be honest, in addition to the bloody visuals, this battle is very nerve-stirring, for the members of the Supreme Council standing in the stands at the moment, it is like a lame and tasteless dish, the battle of the human man with a long sword can be said to be extremely ugly, and the way he wields the sword is as boring and boring as wielding a stick before.
The members of the High Council in attendance, even if they were not professionals, had watched countless battles of all kinds.
Watching those high-level battles all year round has given these councilors a pretty good appreciation ability, not only can they determine the opponent's rank through the shiny degree of their fighting spirit, but even the level of swordsmanship, these dukes can also tell a little truth.
But at this moment, in the gladiatorial arena, the swordsmanship of these big men who are fighting with the little devils can only be described as garbage, just like the adjective that Kane used before, these big men are like the lowest hooligans on the street, fighting the little devils in a completely unsightly way.
Compared to the human side, the attacks of the little devils are much stronger than those big men, although they also have no orthodox swordsmanship education, but these little devils can at least do the two actions of slashing and slashing decently.
The gap in combat skills between the little devils and the humans allowed them to quickly occupy the advantage on the battlefield, and soon the big men were already scarred by those blunt slashes.
"Lord Earl, is this what you call a warband-level warrior?"
When Prince Abel saw this, he finally couldn't help but ask Zhao Yannian, this kind of battle like a farmer's fight made His Royal Highness feel that he was being teased by Zhao Yannian.
"Your Highness, please be calm, I will naturally give you an answer when the battle is over."
Zhao Yannian still responded to Prince Abel's question with these words, and his eyes never took his eyes off the prisoners who were covered in blood but still fought the little devil as tenaciously as a wolf.
The little demons had already gained a considerable advantage in battle with the wings on their backs that could fly briefly, and they no longer fought hard with the humans they had faced after realizing that the humans they were facing were not going to run away like the farmers they had met before.
The little devils are not without wisdom, in fact, their combat intelligence is even much stronger than the half-hung orcs created by Samael, after all, the little devils are the largest demon race in hell created by the demon god, and the vast majority of high-level demons have evolved from small demons.
The little devil with many years of combat experience can easily find the flaws of these human prisoners when fighting, and the slightest negligence of the human prisoner will cause him to have an additional bloody wound on his body.
As the wounds on the human body grew, the little demons felt as if they had won the battle, and when a human prisoner was half-kneeling on the ground panting and seemed to be unable to fight anymore, the little devil who had been waiting for a fatal opportunity finally screamed and pounced on the human.
Even the most blunt sword had enough lethality to kill when it accelerated to a certain point, and when the little demon swooped down from the sky and stabbed the short sword in his hand into the back of the human prisoner, the human prisoner suddenly turned around and grinned and grabbed the short sword that could not stop stabbing into his chest.
Since the little devil was only about a meter tall, and the weapon in his hand was only thirty centimeters long, the tip of the long sword covered in rust had just pierced out of the human prisoner's back after piercing the human prisoner's chest.
Steaming blood spurted as the tip of the sword slashed through the flesh, but the human prisoner didn't care about the wound on his chest as if he didn't feel pain.
The human prisoner pressed the little devil's right hand holding the sword on his chest, and then slashed the standard steel sword in his hand like chopping wood, slashing at the little devil who couldn't dodge.
After slashing dozens of times in a row, the human prisoner finally fell to his knees due to excessive bleeding, and the little demon had been chopped into pieces of limbs of various sizes.
The same happened in several other gladiatorial arenas, where some human prisoners were eventually killed by the imps, while the vast majority of the prisoners used extreme violence and clumsiness to split the demons into pieces.
The brutal fighting, as shocking as it was, would not have been enough to satisfy the top councillors in the stands.
"Start playing the Death Anthem and tell Elaine that this side is ready to start!"
Zhao Yannian gave an order to the dark elf guards who were following him after seeing that the battle was basically over.
As the Dark Elf Guards said a few more words to the mage, it was not long before the Supreme Councillors heard what a Death Anthem was.
All that exists is nothing but symbolism; He who does not repent is carried out at this time; The ineffable is praying here; The eternal kingdom leads us to peace.
Hearing the lyrics of a song that depicts death as an ecumenical metaphor for the equal tranquility of the soul, almost all of the supreme councillors think of the god of rest that has recently been preached in the new city.
Clear-eyed people know that the priesthood of the so-called God of Rest is actually the God of Death, and because of the previous battles with the Orcs and the Moon Elves, humans have already seen the power of divine magic, and because of this, as soon as the God of Rest appeared, it was confirmed by the secret agents of the kingdom as a true god belonging to the human camp, and entered the sight of the Supreme Council.
Since the attitude of this human true god is not clear, the Supreme Council did not immediately contact the dragon girl in the Temple of Rest, in fact, since Zhao Yannian did not express his position on the matter of the Temple of Rest, the members of the Supreme Council had already guessed it, but they did not expect that the power of the God of Death would be used by Zhao Yannian so quickly.
Not only that, but the application of the power of death is so simple and crude.
After the death hymn sounded, the human prisoners, who had been scarred from the previous battle, began to half-kneel on the ground and pray to the god of death, and with their prayers, the scars on their bodies were rapidly recovering.
Except for a few unlucky ones who were already dead and could no longer die, soon the wounds of the other human prisoners were no longer bleeding, and at this moment, Zhao Yannian stretched out his hand and waved it at the stands, and a transparent light curtain appeared in front of the supreme councilors.
Through the transparent light curtain, the Supreme Councillors could see more things, the dark blue souls in the bodies of those human prisoners and the red souls of the little demons who had been killed before made these Supreme Councilors vaguely guess Zhao Yannian's intentions.
"Alright, let's start eating."
The sound of Zhao Yannian's clapping hands was transmitted to the ears of all the praying human prisoners through magic, and then these human prisoners stood up excitedly and opened their hands to the souls of those demons.
Although they couldn't see the power of the human prisoners absorbing the soul, the Supreme Councilors could understand from the panicked struggle of those little demons through the light curtain that these human prisoners were actually using the idea of devouring souls, and the souls of the little demons who had lost their bodies were fragile, and even if they struggled desperately, they could not escape the fate of being devoured in the end.
The little devil's soul was devoured into the human prisoner's body, and then the human prisoner's soul swelled violently, and as the soul changed, the wounds on their body quickly closed, and their muscles seemed to become stronger and stronger.
"Your Excellency, as a magician, I think you should know that soul power is taboo!"
After this astonishing scene, it was not surprising that the president of the Magic Guild first reprimanded Zhao Yannian.
The face of the leader of the Magic Guild, who had become a legendary mage, was quite bad, and the pressure brought by his spiritual power to everyone present was also quite terrifying.
"Elder, first of all, I never remember that magicians are not allowed to study soul power, I think you should know what my teacher Hendrick has experienced in the Magic Guild, and secondly, these soul powers are none of my business, the soul-devouring power that these soldiers get is the divine grace given to them by the god of rest, that is, the god of death, and the price of divine grace is that they must bring as much death as possible to the god of death in their lifetime."
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Zhao Yannian's spiritual power has already reached the legendary level, if the spiritual power alone is the elders of the two magic guilds, don't want to suppress him with spiritual power, after shirking his responsibility without changing his face, Zhao Yannian smiled and looked at the somewhat embarrassed old face of the president of the magic guild.
"This ......
Your adoptive father's matter is the responsibility of the Sanhedrin, but the God of Rest is not yet sure what he thinks.
After a long time, the leader of the Magic Guild said to Zhao Yannian with an embarrassed face, in his opinion, rashly using the power of a god was obviously quite a hasty act.
"I've confirmed if the Grim Reaper can be trusted, and as for this force, it's only an experimental force, their numbers will always be limited to a safe number, and the extremely high mortality rate makes it impossible for them to have the possibility of expansion."
Zhao Yannian then began to introduce the operation form of this war group that believes in the god of death and their fighting methods to the parliamentarians present, and after listening to Zhao Yannian's introduction, everyone finally understood why Zhao Yannian dared to say that this war group is enough to become a war group as long as it exerts half of its expected strength.
As Zhao Yannian unfolded part of the situation about this plan little by little, everyone was shocked by Zhao Yannian's ambition.
"You're going to make a god!?"
After listening to Zhao Yannian's plan, the leader of the Magic Guild looked at the smiling man in front of him in disbelief and asked.