Chapter 160

Bucher went to the restaurant alone, passing by the various creatures that were used to train and kill. They're all locked up in fences, pacing, rushing, or wandering impatiently. They roared, howled, opened and closed their mouths, hoping to make Bucher their dinner.

On the other side were dormitories for slaves and other gladiators. There are not only two gladiators, Bucher and Ricardo, but also 30. On the one hand, these gladiators can be used to hone the fighting power of Bucher and Ricardo, on the other hand, they can attract attention and even absorb damage in the arena.

On this side, however, it was very quiet. No matter the gladiators or the slaves who served in the manor, they were all sitting, standing and lying down. None of them dared to speak loudly. When they saw Bucher, most of them showed flattering smile, so that they could get less beating in training or daily life. Of course, Bucher will get unlimited food tonight. They also want to sell well. They want some from him and store more delicious food.

The beast is still barking at Bucher, and the other side is still smiling quietly. I don't know which side is better. Bucher sighed. He couldn't think of an answer to this question. If only Mike were here. His brain is quite strange. When he is with him, he will never be bored. He will always have some new perspectives to explain problems.

But he has his own way out of these problems. "Shut up, or I'll kill you all!" Bucher roared at the beast in the cage and thumped the fence with his fist. In the past, this has been effective. The beasts would be startled by his anger and roll away with their tails between them.

But the beasts have a bad memory, so "this will not make the beasts learn. They will never become as docile as the opposite." A voice suddenly rang out in his mind and went on along his way of thinking. The voice was soft, sweet and familiar, just like his wife who was killed by a goblin.

Shut up! Bucher stopped, put his hand on his beating chest and growled at himself in his mind. "Stay away from me and find your own peace. Don't bother me!"

"I will always be with you, my love, my man." The voice became more tender and continued to chatter: "I call you husband, I call you father of your child, I call me heaven and earth. I love you, Bucher. "

Life in the valley comes to my heart. There are hard but meaningful work, simple but warm and peaceful houses, garrulous but considerate women and naughty but lovely children. But all these are just warm but heartbroken memories. Bucher can swallow the pain by himself, but he can't let anyone uncover the scar.

"Go away, I don't know what's wrong with you, but my wife won't talk like that!" Bucher's eyes are red and his hair is all over. The surrounding scenery swayed in his eyes, which made him feel like a drunkard who lost his support. A servant of the slave camp came across from the other side, with a bundle of dry wood in his arms and looking at him with his head down. His eyes were evasive, and his body was moving towards the roadside. Bucher, upset, pushed him away and found a balance. He knew he was not in good shape and was ready to find a place to be quiet. This damn psychic power!

"Naturally, I am not your wife, but her shadow in your heart. You know that, and I know that. Oh, dear Bucher, how could I lie to you? I'm not like those ungrateful lowly worms who think you can hurt yourself with a sharpened piece of wood. "

What do you mean? The sound suddenly disappeared, and Bucher's ears suddenly cleared, which made him hear the sound of the wind. He suddenly surprised, quickly to the side to dodge, this can avoid the short wooden spear. The slave who had just been pushed away by him was looking at him fiercely. The short wooden spear came again. No matter its strength or composition, it was extremely weak. Bucher's head began to hurt again, but it didn't take much effort to deal with such a thief! As soon as he grasped the spear, he pulled the top of it and threw it firmly on the wall with a thump. "Why?" He asked, holding the man by the neck.

The servant's eyes were a little frightened, but not afraid of death. Bucher felt the look familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Where is it? It must be something older than the valley.

"What you never asked in the past is to do it directly." The voice in my head was still saying, "you're going to suffer, my butcher."

A heavy blow came down on his leg, just like the previous one. Oh, he remembered, it was the damned Lord of kelmanga, his slander and hostility, and the attack of his running dog. As I remember, Bucher tilted and fell to the side. He knew in his heart that there was more than one person, so it must have been a premeditated attack. Maybe it's for money, maybe it's for attacking political enemies, maybe it's just for entertainment, but there's only one goal, that's your own life.

There was a low drum in his throat. With a sudden force, Bucher broke the servant's neck. By the way, he pulled his body over and lifted it up. Then, with the strength of his waist and legs as the axis, he raised the man as a weapon and began to rotate. The guy who hit him in the leg with the stick raised his weapon again and waved it down, but Bucher's body was as hard as iron, the stick broke and the sawdust flew about. Then, the attacker's head was smashed by the flying Meteor Man (hammer).In fact, the two heads exploded together, and after a bang, the red, white, yellow and black were mixed into a fog. The sound of footsteps approaching, and the sound of Shouts. They're not slaves to theisian. They're still in their own area. These people rush through the door of the kitchen, which leads to the warehouse, and there are often slaves carrying goods.

Bucher saw the red blood and fire again, just like kelmanga's, everything began to get out of control. Once the pursuit of physical strength, what kind of skills to learn, including appalling fury. After the life in the valley, this force should be tamed. After all, it didn't recur when hunting the goblin for revenge. For a time he thought he was cured, but it turned out that was not the case. Is it his own problem, or is it the result of psionic training?

"Kill them, kill them all!" The voice became ferocious. This time, as like as two peas in the mind, the voice of Butcher's wife is the same.

"Kill Bucher's blood surged up. He did not retreat but advanced in front of the enemy. A huge force beyond ordinary people's understanding fills every muscle of his body. He grabs the hammer and pulls it on both sides, so he has half of his body in both hands as a weapon, which can just deal with all enemies. Charging, constantly charging, his body turned red again, like the sunset shining on it again, like blood, like fire.

The wise man hastened to hide far away, and the wiser put himself in the cage, holding with the beasts who were more sensitive to danger and shivering together. The attackers looked at each other. They had never seen the terrible scene of tearing people alive! Even in legends and stories, it is a monster, not a human, who can do such a thing. It is unwise for them to come to this muddy water for money. Several people exchanged their eyes quickly, not to discuss the escape, but to encourage each other, hoping that someone could take the lead to rush up. However, as long as a fool did so, everyone would choose to leave him to retreat. Everyone thought like this, but no one dared to move first, so the deadlock came into being.

"You will win, always." The voice rang out in my mind again: "but you can't get what you want, you'll never get it. Your ending is doomed. Like everyone else, you will embrace defeat in victory and die. "

"Shut up! Shut up Bucher's muscles expanded again, and he was as powerful as a devil in hell. This time is different from kelmanga. After training with psychic powers, he will bless the last trace of clarity at any time. In his sight, everything around him was hazy. The enemy was like a beating shadow. He could not see clearly, but he could see the track of their weapons. That's enough information for fighting, but then Bucher doesn't know who he's fighting with and who he's killing.

A circle of white light surrounds his head, which is the manifestation of the explosion of psychic powers, which is the power of Bucher to subdue the fury. Every time the muscles expand, the circle of light will shrink, trying to calm Bucher down. Body and mind, beast and reason are at war in constant conflicts. Bucher is a natural crazy warrior, but he is always looking for peace of mind. In the past, he failed many times and had nothing to do with it, but now his psychic powers have opened a new door for him. Ricks chooses to use psionic powers to make himself more powerful, and Bucher chooses to use psionic powers to make himself more controlled.

Calm down! Said Bucher to himself. The voice in my head is not me, and my body, which constantly feels threatened, is not me. Mike said that the first thing to control himself is to calm down, even in a frenzy, even if the mountain collapses in front of his nose. It's not kelmanga. It's enough to do that once!

The scene in front of us became much clearer, and the frightened attackers could see it clearly. Bucher chuckled, blood trickling down his beard and dropping to the ground. "It's just right." His self talk drew the attackers back together. "It's just that my head hurts a little too much. I don't want to wait any longer, so I'd better solve this matter as soon as possible."

After that, he took the initiative to rush up.

The flustered servant finds Titian and sees the high templar installing a prosthetic limb for Ricas. The moors knelt down in tears, their shoulders trembling, but their arms held steady. He has no right hand. If he can't make the telescopic sword prosthesis perfect, it will become a joke to win. He lowered his head, bit his teeth, and looked at his right hand on the floor, in the blood, which he had been using for 30 years, and which he could no longer use.

The servant was stunned by the scene and faltered and choked. Tauren smile, carrying Taixian, quietly rubbed fingers. The slave was in a trance and suddenly yelled, "master, it's not a good thing! The slaves revolted

With a shake of his hand, he cut the wound again and fell to the ground. Ricardo was hit hard again, the veins on his neck were exploding, and he bit his tongue, so he didn't let himself cry out. He knew that if he yelled and yelled, he would be rejected by taixi'an, and he might not even have the chance to compete.

With a wave of his hand, the high-level Templar's whip, which was strengthened by his psychic powers, flew out, sucking the servant's mouth and face. "Waste, what's the point of shouting and shouting!" He put the whip away, picked up the prosthetic sword on the ground as if nothing had happened, then looked at the wound and shook his head. "It's not easy to install.""Master, it's OK. I can hold back." Ricks swallowed the blood from his mouth and wiped the sweat from his head. "I want to win for you. I don't hesitate to die. What's the pain?"

"Well, that's right." Tessian adjusted the angle of the prosthetic sword and thrust it into Ricas' wound again. "You have to cooperate with me. There will be guards outside. It's just a slave. Can you turn the world around? "