"Landon, wait! Are we behind?" Komako's blood was halfway through, and suddenly he found that there was no one in front of him. The two of them became more and more remote, and they had already turned to a strange position that they had completely ignored.

Langdon laughed and said, "I just realized it's too late now? Destroy hahahahahahaha!"

"The legend is rewritten by us! Glory is inherited by us. Take out the enthusiasm you were so passionate about just now. Why did you suddenly become silent again?"

Komako was so anxious that she seemed to have fire ant bites all over her body: "Stop making trouble, if we fall behind, we will never end!"

Langdon's face was calm: "What are you talking about? A Templar who has been undergoing more than ten years of combat training since childhood and is still fully enchanted at this moment. You actually told me that you can't cut off a street gangster who came out of the slum? Are you treating fairy tales as a meal? How simple and naive are your thoughts!"

"If you don't dare to fight, take off your armor and cut off your stomach on the spot! A warrior as cowardly as you, you will kneel down to the entire Knights Templars' regiment to apologize!"

Komako gritted her teeth but couldn't help it. Langdon, who had a whitewashed smile on his face, jumped around in front of him, and he had no choice but to do anything to Langdon: "Huh, a gentleman doesn't make an angry with a villain, a gentleman doesn't make an angry with a villain, you unreasonable bastard... After this matter is over, I must argue with you."

Langdon turned the turntable door and shouted, "Did, where are you going! This is the entrance to the arena. After winning, we still have a chance to survive. Are you sure you will be killed by a group of monsters without any face?"

"How did you find the entrance to the arena?!" Komako was shocked.

Langdon looked contemptuous: "Idiot, as long as you obey the thought in your mind, that voice will lure us into the arena and become the topic and bait for the monster audience. How stupid is your head? You have forgotten everything Chen explained along the way?"

Komaco's face suddenly turned into foie gras: "Sorry, although I remember every word he said, I did not practice it like you..."

Langdon grabbed Komaco's wrist and slapped it on the arena's life and death contract: "Well, this should trigger the mechanism, and I have to watch my performance next..."

The winch mechanism began to move, and the heavy fence gate slowly rose. Komako screamed and was pushed into the arena by an invisible force: "Wow! Why are I the only one fighting arena? You bastard didn't put your handprints! Ahhh, don't let me fight alone!"

However, Langdon did not respond to him. The bright and rude demon high notes and the distorted audience members were full of distortion. They announced the official start of the fighting competition with an irritating noise: "Oh huh, a warrior from afar has stepped into our glorious arena. Will he become a legend in Fair London's history, or a handful of dust on the fighting battlefield... Dear audiences, let us wait and see, the fighting competition officially begins!"

Komaco fell to eat shit at the beginning, and the sword and shield on his back slid out of the distance, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Ah hahahahahahaha! Is this your best warrior? Despicable foreigners. Even if you destroy our fighting spirit clock, the spirit of the fighting skills inherited will not be erased! It's such a shameful thing. Guards, I order you to activate the mechanism and let my lovely warriors kill the head of this waste!"

"It's embarrassing, embarrassing!"

"Submit the head, hand over the head!"

"Feil London, Fair London!"

The dark audience seemed to be a group of abominable parrots who were infinitely learning to speak out. They mocked Komaco over and over again and threw out a large amount of rotten food that emitted foul smell.

Seeing that the doors of the machine were all opened, and pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the dark, Komake resisted the urge to feel disgusting, pulled off the sticky lettuce leaves hanging on his face, and flew and rolled up to grab the sword and shield, successfully blocking a poisonous arrow that was tying straight into his throat.

It's so dangerous, no, I don't have to be nervous. Chen has given me a few bottles of very effective recovery potions before. Even if I get injured, it's not scary. I still have supplies to withstand it.

But just blocking and a little drug supply, you can't leave the arena without defeating the enemy!

That guy Langdon is really good at flattering. In order to seek credit for Chen He reasonably, he spared no effort to design and harm me. Tsk, there is no way, I still can't become that slutty thief. Even if I know that he will jump out and get half of the credit after victory, I must win this battle first.

...The guy with oil on his feet suddenly disappeared. All the demons and enemies were watching me. Now the pressure is really coming to me!

Komaco's thoughts suddenly stopped complaining and struggling. He stood against the wall and tried hard to recall every bit of his daily training.

"Remember my words, no matter whether you have comrades behind you or not, you are a knight, you are a knight who protects innocent lives! Even if you charge recklessly and fall into battle alone, you must show the will and courage like a steel wall! Even if there is no object worthy of protection, you must protect your precious life!"

"For us humans, life is always only once. If we easily abandon this most important truth, then all our efforts will be in vain..."

"To win!" Komaco was so nervous that his armor was full of sweat. At some point, he lost a lot of precious things, but the most precious life was still tightly held in his hand, which made him see a glimmer of hope for redemption in a trance.

However, what made Komaco feel extremely desperate was that there was no terrifying monster after the gate of the agency was started, and three ragged farmers walked out of the shadows with their pitchforks trembling.

"Ahhh, Lord Knight, please don't kill us! We...we just had to enter the arena for survival!"

"You... still have your own consciousness? Are you really residents of Fair London?" Komaco was stunned for a moment, his armor and gloves holding the sword tightly were covered with sweat, his heart beating violently, and every prayer of the Templar pierced into his heart like a spike.

"Roar!" A roar came from inside the gate, and the three civilians rushed over with screams.

"King Master, there are monsters, monsters, help me!"

"Will we fight together? As long as we fight together, you will lead us to survive together!"

The two farmers ran away so that their straw sandals fell off, and rushed to Komako, hugging his thighs and wailing.

The moment Komako was distracted from them, a sharp and bloody pitchfork aimed at the weakest waist of his armor, and pierced the chain armor with a desperate blow.

At that moment, Komako, who was flushed and hot, suddenly felt so painful that his face was pale. The two originally wailed farmers took out the daggers in their arms and stabbed them wildly at him.

"King Master, hahahaha! You are indeed such a kind and weak waste!"

"Don't resist, just think it's doing good deeds. The dagger is covered with paralysis poison. This will become very comfortable, just like a beauty massage!"

"Come and save us innocent people and give everything to us! You don't need to do anything. As long as you die, we will enjoy endless glory and wealth!"

When Komaco was most desperate, the three farmers suddenly shook all over, foamed at the mouth and twitched, and became stiff after a few seconds.

Langdon's voice came from the shadow: "Don't let Chen see your ugliest, disgusting and cowardly side. My crossbow arrows have been used up, please wait."
Chapter completed!