This adventurer is overly righteous.

As fellow chosen ones of the gods, even though the blessing Keane received was far less powerful than that of Kroya, its effects were naturally not limited to enhancing Keane's strength and transforming his body.

In fact, Keane also possesses an ability similar to the blessings of Kroa, such as "Hunter" and "Child of the Moon," which is called "Battleground of Life and Death."

At this moment, the blood-red membrane released from Keane's body completely enveloped a main peak in the Stone Giant Mountains, trapping the cultists, orcs, and various evil creatures of different races who had gathered from all underground.

An eerie red mist began to permeate the interior of the barrier, carrying a bewitching power.

Fight!

flame!

Blood!

The indomitable fighter who advances over countless corpses will receive a great blessing!

"Fight!!!!"

A series of grand and awe-inspiring voices resounded in the minds of all the creatures within the barrier, nearly shattering their brains while igniting a fire within them, causing their blood to boil and their swords to be drawn.

In just a few breaths, the mountain echoed with boundless roars, the sounds of clashing weapons, splattering blood, excited shouts, and painful cries. All the noises mingled together, as if turning into a pot of boiling, blood-red soup, with each bursting bubble containing a terrifying sound.

The fleeting crimson membrane isolated everything happening here from the outside world. The night remained silent. Keane closed his eyes, waiting silently. Only a mass murderer, whose hands were stained with the horrific blood of countless comrades, was qualified to come before him and challenge him—as the one who started this chaotic battle, he would accept the challenge of the victor who emerged from it all.

Then, crush them completely.

"In this battle, the Blood Lord will also cast his gaze upon us and bestow his blessing."

Under the cover of night, Adrian stared intently at the fleeting blood-red membrane, his face grim and menacing.

Even these evil beings wouldn't easily choose such a crazy method.

Apart from a few high-ranking members who were able to receive advance notice and leave beforehand, those who remained would become duelists in this battle, with the victors receiving blessings and the losers shedding their last drop of blood.

"Only one person can leave this barrier."

"That person will receive the deepest and most sincere blessing from the Lord of Blood..."

Adrian's figure disappeared into the darkness again. Even he was terrified by the terrifying scene. Only after he had traveled a considerable distance did he dare to turn back and look at the mountain peak.

"What kind of monster will emerge from it...?"

.......

"This is..." Kroya looked at the blood-red membrane in front of him. This thing had just appeared suddenly, carrying a terrifying and ominous power that almost enveloped Kroya as well.

Just now, the Sword of Judgment actually emitted light on its own, helping Kroya to block it. This blood-red membrane seemed to have met its nemesis and avoided Kroya's body.

However, this crimson barrier seemed to hold a unique enthusiasm for Kroya, like a dented balloon trying to recover and envelop Kroya within it.

"You're inviting me..."

Kroya sensed a fervent invitation emanating from the crimson barrier. As he activated his [Spirit Communication] skill, he saw numerous rough characters, crookedly carved into the barrier.

"Blood, fire, slaughter..."

"The victor gains boundless power."

"Only one person can emerge victorious and leave the dueling arena..."

Kroya read the words on the blood-red barrier and felt a pure and sincere invitation.

Come on, let's fight!

Come on, kill!

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"This must be the power of that evil god's blessing," Kroya mused, ignoring the terrifying heat emanating from the crimson barrier. "There's a battle inside; is he planning to use this method to increase his power?"

If the evil god the other party worships is one who enjoys fighting, then it can be explained.

"We have to stop him..."

Although the opponent's current strength is not as good as mine, that may change after this battle ceremony they held ends.

No one knows what is happening inside right now. Since the one who bestowed the blessing of the evil god has done this, he must have gathered enough people to turn the inside of the mountain into a terrible meat grinder.

Therefore, Croa drew his sword.

The radiance of the sword of judgment covered the blood-red barrier, destroying it in an instant and creating a large hole. The barrier then healed itself again after a few breaths.

"Only one person can emerge victorious and leave the arena..." Kroya repeated the words on the blood-red barrier. Clearly, this description was inaccurate—possessing the power of the Sword of Judgment, Kroya could shatter the barrier at any time and leave, even if he stepped inside.

Since that's the case, then Kroya doesn't feel there's anything to be afraid of.

The only living beings inside the mountain are cultists and orcs; no innocent person will ever appear there.

This crimson barrier trapped them all within it. "Well then, here I come..."

Kroya stored the Sword of Judgment in his storage space. With the power of that sword, the blood-red barrier could not contain him. As he took a step, Kroya easily entered the interior of the barrier, where all he could see was red mist.

You have attracted the attention of the gods.

You have attracted the attention of an evil god.

Your appearance has pleased an evil god.

You have received the blessing of an evil god.

The evil god's blessing has been erased.

A series of small words suddenly appeared in the lower left corner of Kroya's vision, making him feel rather subtle.

Upon entering the crimson barrier, Kroya confirmed that the power of the Blessed One of the four evil gods originated from the extremely bloodthirsty Blood Lord.

The only thing that puzzled Kroya was that the evil god seemed to like him very much.

"Am I a cruel and bloodthirsty person?"

Kroya didn't believe he was—though he might indeed be ruthless when facing orcs and evil spirits. "Never mind..."

Kroya shook his head, deciding not to dwell on things he couldn't answer; there was only one thing to do now.

"I've come to kill you all."

Kroya drew the Sword of Wrath and the Sword of Dragon Heart, and a soaring song echoed through the cave.