This Holy Knight is So Despicable!

"This! What is this thing?"

Rafdel let out a wail and questioned, "Isn't this against the rules?"

Across the Duel Arena, Lette spread his hands: "Sea God's followers."

"Do these followers have anything remotely to do with the sea?"

"A sea of corpses and blood is also a sea."

"This!"

Rafdel hurriedly looked towards the Judge, who pondered for a moment.

[Nothing unusual, the duel continues.]

"What? How is that possible!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Lette's eyes were full of disdain: "I know what you all think, just assuming that as long as I take action, the Demon is bound to flee in fear.

So as long as I'm excluded from the duel, you all can rest easy.

After all, in your eyes, the entire Holy Light Great World is just a tiny low-level world, incomparable to your Life God System. Not to mention the blessing of the Dragon Clan!

What if I'm strong alone?

This is how you think, right?"

"But... damn it."

Rafdel gritted his teeth, but was helpless.

On Afra's side, the team of one hundred muscle-bound warriors had already completed the preliminary flesh armor.

The Demon's flesh and bone were transformed into sturdy and resilient armor, tightly encasing these one hundred believers of the Blood Flesh Evil God.

Making their already exaggeratedly robust bodies even larger.

The points they earned from killing Demons were also accumulating.

Afra then began to spend points, incessantly dispatching Sea God's followers to the Lost Plane.

One muscle-bound warrior after another descended from the sky, joining the frenzied slaughter of the Demons.

The more they fought, the braver they became. The more Demons they killed, the stronger their flesh armor became, and they also received compensation from the Blood Flesh Evil God.

In no time, a force of two to three hundred people slaughtered the massive Demon army, pushing them to a continuous retreat!

The scene was extremely shocking, and many Gods in the audience couldn't help but stand up to watch.

Are these even Humans?

Is this the Black Iron Race?

If they are the Black Iron Race, then what does that make the White Silver and Golden Species followers in our God System?

Rafdel looked at the projected image from the arena below, his eyelids twitching wildly.

They originally planned to establish a large early lead using special methods, then continue to snowball.

In the end, they were the ones who got steamrolled.

The efficiency of these hundred elves in killing enemies couldn't even catch up with those three-team squads!

And why are they in three-member teams! Coordinating so well!

Then the three small teams could replicate such coordination over and over again.

These muscle-bound warriors are simply battlefield grinders!

Their kill efficiency is beyond exponential growth, it's explosive growth!

The key point is, as this group fought, their flesh armor started to change.

The originally barehanded muscle men not only grew muscle and bone chainsaws, which were explosions of aesthetics, but also evolved Blood Flesh Pulse Bone Burst Guns!

You! Are you also making your own equipment?

And all the materials are from the slain Demon corpses, right!

Ammo replenishment is constant, right!

No need to worry about logistics at all! Directly run indefinitely, right!

Is it because you can't afford to lose!

Is it because you've never won!

The armrest on the audience seats was being deformed by Rafdel's grip.

"This can't go on!"

Rafdel looked towards the Elf Dragon God on the dueling platform, and the latter nodded slightly.

The plan must accelerate, otherwise, they won't even have a chance to turn things around.

Heracleil raised his hand, and the Judge turned to look at him.

"Judge, I apply for a Divine Descent."

[Approval granted, permission given]

Heracleil hurriedly took out a seed resembling a peach kernel from behind his back and tossed it towards the image below.

The seed disappeared, then reappeared above the Lost World, descending in front of the elves with the power of the Elf Dragon God.

The Elf Clan leader, upon receiving the seed, was overjoyed, immediately retracting the battle line and carefully planting the seed, even starting to irrigate it with their own blood.

Through such costless irrigation, the seed quickly sprouted roots and grew, soon becoming a towering tree.

The Gods in the audience shifted their focus to this tree, with the more knowledgeable among them recognizing it.

"It's the Survival Divine Tree, the Life God System is really going all out."

"This is the second time I've seen a Survival Divine Tree. I heard their skill of creating survival tree seeds has been lost, not much inventory remaining.

And yet, using it during a bet?"

"For those two Divine Artifacts, right? Without reclaiming the Fierce Sun King's Divine Crown, the Life God System would be a joke."

"Serves them right, what made them force the daughter of the Fierce Sun God King away?"

The Gods in the audience buzzed with discussion, while the elves within the Lost World could no longer wait.

This Divine Tree, though it seemed like a smaller version of the Ancient Tree of Life, bore many fruits on its crown.

However, the fruits were of varying shapes and sizes.

As the fruits matured, the elves climbed the tree crown to pick them.

With the infusion of Life Elements, the large fruits turned into Magic Devices one after another.

Even the small fruits were picked by the elves and consumed.

As the Survival God Fruit entered their bodies, these Bronze Species elves evolved into White Silver Species High Elves.

Their power increased again, each acquiring powerful and perfectly matched Magic Weapons.

Upon re-entering the battlefield, the High Elves quickly caught up with the muscle-bound warriors in enemy elimination speed.

They continued to gain points, summoning more High Elves to the battlefield.

But visibly, around the Survival Divine Tree, desertification began to appear severely.

It seems this enhancement comes at the cost of overdrawing the surrounding Life Force.

Afra on the dueling platform saw this and was a bit panicked, looking back at Lette.

"What should we do? They're catching up."

Lette snapped his fingers: "Play the next card, use Divine Descent."

"Next? Oh, oh, oh!"

Afra hurriedly took out the second card and raised her hand to apply to the Judge.

"I also want to use a Divine Descent!"

[Approval granted, permission given]

Afra quickly threw the card into the arena, where it dissipated into the air, replaced by a bone knife and fork mingled with blood.

"Halo blessing, Sea God's Knife and Fork!"

This beam of light fell into the arena's image, while simultaneously, blood-red light spread across the sky of the Lost World, descending upon the over five hundred muscle-bound warriors.

A black flag with crossed knife and fork, and a skeleton head suspended above it, slowly unfurled.

The muscle-bound warriors lifted and crossed their raised hands, then placed them under their chins, roaring hoarsely.

"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice! Offer flesh to the great Sea God!"

This frenzied scene sent chills down the spines of the Gods in the audience.

The Sea God they're referring to, is it a legitimate God?