Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

How did they lose?

The puppeteer glanced at Lyle and said, "He was crippled by the Holy Light."

It was holy light again.

"The Monster Breeding Society is declining as the monsters weaken. They seem to have found a new ally, either the Friends of the Forest or some other organization, I'm not sure. That's why they agreed to our challenge." The manipulating voice turned cruel and chilling. "Choosing an easy target to prove their strength to their future comrades. It coincides with our thoughts."

"I will deal with these pathetic creatures of our time."

……

The flames in the Dark Second District still burned fiercely, and demon men and women walked the streets, enthusiastically introducing each other to their favorite gladiators.

Lyle saw the new publications in the hands of those sexy demon women.

On the pale pink book cover, a muscular, blond, naked man with bird wings is wearing a greasy smile, holding a demon girl with iron-gray skin and outstretched bat wings in his arms.

The Perfect Man, Raymondos, Episode 149.

Lyle, out of curiosity, bought the magazine at a nearby bookstore with an Oriu.

He looked at the tiny, ant-like print in the lower left corner of the book cover with a pained expression.

Andre Literature Publishing House publishes fantasy novels.

The scoundrel from the literary society actually wrote it. The love story of the fallen angel Remontos and the holy lance Angenius.

Mr. Flexibility took a look.

"Does the Plague Doctor also like the Literary Society's parody magazine? That makes sense, after all, the Plague Doctor is a pure soul."

Looking at the cover and imagining Raymond's greasy smile, Lyle felt humiliated. She couldn't understand what those female fans of the demon race were thinking; even a fool could tell that Mr. Raymond was an Andrei lich, a skeleton.

Lyle handed the magazine, which was far too expensive, to Mr. Shiny.

"Sparkling, here you go."

"Boss, how did you know I like these funny novels?"

"I guessed." After all, your skull is practically touching the paper.

After communicating with the demon guards at the entrance of the Black Abyss Arena, Mr. Flexibility submitted an application form for a gang war.

A dwarf demon dressed in a comical costume greeted the four.

"Hehehe, the arbitrators and rival clubs of the club conflict have been waiting for a long time, and are now waiting in the lounge for the members of the Necromancer Figure Club."

Shining had just finished flipping through the magazine while walking around, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Why go to the lounge? Why not just start fighting?"

"We also need to report to the referees. Not the referees from the arena, but the club referees dispatched by Andre Academy, usually members of the executive committee. In addition, we also need to meet our opponents."

"Say hello, and then go easy on me later?"

Lyle's question caused his companions to pause for a moment.

"Boss, show some spirit! Being cowardly before the battle is really affecting morale, even though we don't have much morale."

“Mr. Plague Doctor, now is not the time for gentlemen. We need to use harsh words. Harsh words help breed resentment, which is good for us. Moreover, the opponent’s all-out effort promotes our growth. The greater the pressure, the greater the ability.”

"Boss, let's not say anything more. We'll beat them until their bones are exposed. Leave the threatening talk to us. Just stay silent and maintain your leader's image."

"Ok."

In a simple lounge, Lyle saw the referee and his opponent.

"Mr. Lawyer?"

A man dressed in sharp clothes and wearing iron gloves was examining the application. Looking at Lyle, Mr. Law laughed.

"It's been a long time, junior. You haven't come to the Magic Research Club since the teacher's instructions. I happened to see your name on the committee today, so I came to see you."

"Thank you for your help, Senior Lawyer."

"Let me make it clear first, I will not take your side. Although I would like to do so, fairness must be upheld."

"That's how it should be."

"Well then, fellow medical student, say hello to your future defeated opponent."

"……OK."

As the president of the Monster Breeding Club approached, Lyle gradually fell silent.

He was too short; his head barely reached his chest. He also had a strong, pungent stench, as if he had just crawled out of a septic tank.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Plague Doctor. My pet had a bit of diarrhea earlier, and I finally managed to clear his bowels."

Lyle sensed the increasingly strong odor and involuntarily retreated. Was this the president's way of intimidating him? Was the price too high? Lyle felt that the filtering effect of the bird-beak mask seemed completely useless.

"Mr. Plague Doctor? Don't you have anything to say?"

Shiny walked up, completely unaffected by the smell.

"Our president said you're not worthy to speak to him!"

"Then who should I talk to?"

"You're not worthy of anyone, you filthy bastard!"

"Damn newbies, how dare you insult my sacred work! I'll tear your bones off and feed them to the dogs!"

"Ha, that's it? We'll make you a dog, turn your bones back into skeleton hounds, hopefully your bones will still be usable."

The two groups parted on bad terms, preparing for a life-or-death struggle.

"Well done, boss, you're very authoritative!"

I... I just don't want to talk. If I could, I wouldn't even want to breathe.

Chapter 201 The Victory of Manipulation

Lyle and his three companions were in a waiting room, separated from the central fighting area of ​​the arena by a dark, straight corridor and a latticed door.

The howls of the demons could be heard from inside the room, much quieter than the last time Lyle had heard them. After all, this was just a minor skirmish between two small Andrei gangs.

The demon guards standing by watched the four of them.

"Based on the basic information you provided beforehand, or the introductions you wrote, when the narrator reads the lines, those whose names are heard should go out and fight, one by one."

The three people, except Lyle, nodded.

"I need to provide personal information? I didn't receive any notification." Lyle looked at the guard's dark eyes hidden in his helmet.

"Because someone delivered it for you." For some reason, the seemingly ferocious demon seemed quite friendly to Lyle. He took out a piece of unknown animal hide from between his armor and muscles and handed it to Lyle.

"what is this?"

"I hope you can give me an autograph."

Lyle was completely bewildered. "My signature?"

"Yes, I am a big fan of yours."

"But this is my first time participating in gladiatorial combat."

“Yes, my lord, I will be present to watch every gladiatorial match you will ever take, and I will pledge my loyalty to you. I, Jacob, swear that the only strong men in my heart are you and Lord Ramondos.”

"..." Lyle glanced at the demon guard Jacob, and under his urging gaze, he inexplicably signed the code name of Plague Doctor, using the red mucus secreted by Nia.

He looked at his companion.

"You registered me?"

"No, we felt that a cool self-introduction should be written by oneself. So, we didn't provide you with any information, boss. Maybe it was your supporters who did it, after all, you are a rising star in necromancy."

"I hope so."

As the arena resounded with the rousing drumbeats, the crowd roared. The atmosphere stirred Lyle's blood, and Nia popped her head out from behind him, wildly waving her tentacles in the air.

A shrill voice came from outside the arena. Lyle remembered that voice; it belonged to that short, wicked demon named Big Bigby.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The next performance will be presented by our beloved members of the Andrei Academy. As everyone knows, the evil and danger of the Andrei are no less than any other demon race. And tonight, Andrei Academy will once again perfectly demonstrate the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. Tonight is a battle between two Andrei gangs! The Monster Breeding Club versus the Necromancer Figurine Club! Will the claws of the monsters be sharper, or will the frozen ground of death be colder? Let us wait and see! Tonight, only one club will survive! Blood and bones will return to the Abyss!"

Amidst the persistent cheers from the sidelines, Shining leaned close to Lyle's ear.

"I think he was implying that we were the winners, that we didn't shed blood, and that only the monsters were made of flesh and blood."

I'm sorry, that wasn't an implication; I'm also made of flesh and blood.

"The first gladiator of the night! He is the condenser of ice, the manipulator of flesh and blood! A knight who constantly challenges the strong! The future... the future..." Bigbie's voice trailed off, finally uttering the last sentence with a hint of doubt. "The future Gundam pilot?"

Lyle stared speechlessly at the manipulation that had already climbed onto the spinal wheel. "You actually wrote it down."

"Why not?" Manipulating the blood and bone fused with the spinal wheel, he extended two fingers, pressed them against his forehead, and finally flicked them out.

"When I write my opening remarks, the outcome of this battle is also written in my mind."

The violent grinding sound of the spinal wheel echoed through the black passage. With a thud, it blasted into the arena like a cannonball.

The opponent being controlled was accompanied by a hellhound. It was about the size of a Shiba Inu, with lava flowing from its mouth onto the ground. Red cracks ran through its black carbon shell, which acted like bellows, blasting out hot air.

The hellhound's owner would occasionally give it some red fruit to eat, and the lava it spewed out became hot and viscous.

The gladiatorial combat begins.

The moment the referee gave the signal, the Spinal Wheel slammed into them.

The lava projectiles spewed by the hellhound were shattered by the hard spine, scattering flames and ash all over the ground.

"too slow."

Unlike the Bone Forest, the Black Abyss Arena doesn't have enough space for the Spine Wheel to accelerate, so even though it's very fast, it can still be dodged.

"What a pity! The skeletal beast and the hellhound controlled by Mr. Manipulator just missed each other! The outcome of the battle is once again in suspense!"

The attempt to manipulate and ram the target two or three more times failed each time, and not only that...

"Mr. Manipulator has finally discovered the opponent's setup! The Hellhound's magma bomb attack was not in vain, everyone look at the ground!"

The once flat ground is now covered with flowing lava.

"The lava from the Cerberus has altered the environment. The current temperature has reached a high level, which would be scorching for skeletal creatures, but only room temperature for the Cerberus. Moreover! The semi-fluid environment will have the following impact on the Spinal Wheel..."