Zelas's eyes in front of him revealed a sense of fanaticism. This kind of look was only seen by the crazy believers who were sent to disrupt the Castlevania.

"I have had this idea since I saw you," Zelas looked at Dikao and said, "Compared with demons, human bodies are too fragile. I have checked a lot of information during this period. The demons can actually be reborn with broken limbs! It's incredible!"

"I really didn't expect that this world has such a powerful race, and the human body is too bad in comparison!" Zelas shook his head, "Even if he transformed it in the way of a necromancer, he would not be as good as this natural body! So..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to be gasping for excitement.

"So you're not a human being?" Dikao asked back.

"Yes, I'm not human anymore!" Zelas nodded, "I want to be a demon! I want your body!! I also want your maid!!!"

Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at Rabbeer: "It's so beautiful!"

"Are you thinking too much?" Dikao asked back, "They are soul-bound with me. If you occupy my body, soul-bound will be over!"

Although Dikao still had a relaxed tone, he felt shocked in his heart.

Because there was never a concept of "taking a body" in this world before, but he actually made it.

Such a magic array is obviously not something you can think of by thinking about it, and you dare to do it without any experiments.

It can only explain one problem-Zeros in front of him does not seem to be an indigenous person in this world!

"It's okay!" Zelas stared at Rabbell and shook his head, "Just bind again!"

"Hmph!" Rabel snorted coldly, "Dream!"

Zelas didn't care about her attitude, but turned to look at Dikao: "Now, let's start!"

After saying that, he had closed his eyes on the spot.

Dikao, opposite, was also stunned, his eyes instantly becoming unsightly, as if his soul was being pulled away.

"My King!" Seeing this scene, Rabell's body could not move, so he could only shout anxiously, "My King!"

...

Dikao only felt the darkness in front of his eyes and had already appeared in a square.

I looked around and saw that the square was like an ancient Roman gladiator. I stood on a circular square with a diameter of less than 100 meters, surrounded by stepped walls.

But now there is no one on the stairs, and in front of him is Zelas.

Dikao, who didn't know what was going on, raised his hand and clenched his fist. He felt that his magic power was now limited and he could not become the real body of a demon!

Zerras, opposite, held a long sword in his hand and faced Dikao: "Come on, let's fight here. If you lose, your consciousness will be wiped out by me, and your body will be mine."

"I wonder if you have seen it when you check the information?" Dikao asked back, "The demons are a race specially created for killing. Fighting with me, are you sure you are your opponent?"

"This is nothing to do with physical fitness, this is a duel of consciousness."

As the words were finished, a carriage suddenly appeared next to Zelas.

There were two tall horses in front of him pulling, and Zelas stood in the back of the car, holding a spear in his hand.

There are also two protruding spikes on the wheel of the carriage, which should be able to rotate as the wheel rotates.

Dikao didn't know what he meant by consciousness duel. He just hoped to delay time as much as possible and let Lilith come and save people.

The moment he was sealed by the magic circle, Dikao had tried to contact Lilith with telepathy, but he did not receive a response. I don’t know if it was the influence of the magic circle.

"Damn it, it would be great if there was a bottle of happy water!" Dikao murmured to himself.

After the words came to an end, my hand suddenly sank and I felt something was too much.

I raised my hand and saw a bottle of happy water already appeared in my hand.

But what shocked Dikao was that this was not the happy water he made himself, but the happy water from his previous life.

The four words Coca-Cola on the bright red label on the transparent plastic bottle make the current Dicao look extremely dazzling.

Zerras, opposite the square, swung the reins suddenly and rushed towards Dikao in his chariot.

As an art student, Dikao's thinking and reaction are quite fast, and he probably understands what's going on.

The next moment, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, and a metal cylinder suddenly appeared in his hand.

"This man sometimes just can't see himself clearly..." Dikao pressed the cylinder in his hand on his shoulder, aimed one end at Zelas who was rushing over, and pulled the trigger.

There was a crisp "click" sound without any reaction.

"Hmm?" Dikao was stunned, "What are you doing? This is a bazooka!"

But then I thought of a question: I have never been a soldier, nor am I a military fan, and my understanding of this kind of thing is only in appearance.

I can't explain the principles clearly, so I can't use them. So the thing in my hand is just a model?

Zelas was getting closer, but Dicao weighed the rocket launcher in his hand as if he hadn't seen it: "The weight is as expected... Then..."

The chariots were getting closer and closer to Dikao, and in a blink of an eye it was less than ten meters.

Zelas in the car seemed to have seen the dawn of his victory.

But the next moment, I suddenly felt that the sky was getting dark. Before I could look up, I could only hear a loud "boom" sound.

The two war horses died before they could neigh, and a large amount of smoke and dust rolled up, covering the square.

Dikao raised his hand and slapped his face a few times, picked up the happy water on the ground and opened it and took a sip: "Ah--This taste is so fucking... "

It didn't take long, and the smoke and dust dissipated, and Dikao walked forward.

Zelas lay next to a huge iron shell, his lower body disappeared, and only his upper body was still struggling.

Various internal organs scattered all over the ground, mixing with the surrounding soil.

"This..." Zelas looked up at the huge iron shell that crushed his lower body, "What is this..."

The thing in front of him was beyond his understanding. It was extremely huge, and it was painted with paint mainly green and irregularly embellished in black and yellow.

There is also a huge tube extending out in front.

Dikao walked over from the side: "This one is called a heavy tank! Actually, it should be able to move, but because I don't understand the principles, this is just a one-to-one model."

Looking at Dikao's smiling face, Zelas shook his head: "His Majesty, I was wrong, please let me go..."

"Let you go?" Dikao took another sip with the happy water. "If you didn't do such a thing today, you might be able to accept you as a subordinate or something, but now... forget it."

"No..." Zelas showed a look of horror, "No... don't..."

Dikao said to himself: "What is that? One nitrate, disulfide and three charcoal..."

As he muttered to himself, a basin-sized iron ball had appeared in his hand, with a lead wire extending out on it.

Then he placed the iron ball next to Zelas' head, and a lighter appeared in Dikao's hand and lit the lead.

The leads began to burn, and Dikao walked to the other side of the tank: "Goodbye!"

"No...no..."

Although I don't know what this is, Zelas shook his head and shouted in horror.

Seeing Dikao leave, even turned his head to blow the burning lead, but it was simply futile.

Dikao, who walked to the other side of the tank, squatted down and covered his ears.

After a while, a loud "boom--" sound came from behind.

...

Because his body was tightened, Rabel screamed anxiously.

Suddenly, Zelas, who was standing opposite Dicao, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Label didn't know what was going on, but just stood there and watched.

Zelas, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly grinned: "Hehe..."

The next moment, the transparent saliva had flowed down the corner of his mouth, but he seemed to have no feeling at all, and he was still sitting there and smirking. His eyes had become extremely unconscious, and he didn't care about Dikao and Rabel opposite him at all.

After a while, Dikao's eyes seemed to have returned to Qingming: "What's the situation? The magic circle has not been unlocked yet?"

Rabbeer looked at Dikao without saying a word, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Don't look at me that way, you can still feel the soul binding, right?" Dikao asked back.

"Yeah." Rabel nodded, "But..."

"Don't worry, my soul is bound well," Lao Shu suddenly said, "He is indeed my king and has not been replaced."

"Hear?" Dikao's tone was relaxed, "It's like a fake one!"

Hearing this, Rabbeer breathed a sigh of relief: "I was very worried about you just now."

"You should worry now, too." Dikao said, "It seems that he is not dead yet, he is just stupid. But now we are still trapped in the magic circle."

Rabbeer tried to move his body, but found that he still couldn't do it: "What should I do now, my king?"

Dikao tried it and was also a little helpless: "No, you can't use magic and your body can't move."

"It seems that I can only wait." Lao Shu said.

"You can't do anything?" Dikao asked.

"I can't activate large-scale magic myself, I need you to provide magic power." Lao Shu replied, "But can you mobilize magic power now?"

Dikao tried it: "No."

"The situation is very dangerous now." Lao Shu replied, "If a guard suddenly comes in, you and Miss Label can't move now, even mortals can..."

"Mortals can't kill me," Dikao said, "not their swords will surely break my body."

"But Miss Laber is going to suffer, if she is taken off her clothes..."
Chapter completed!