Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Butcher walked to the restaurant alone, passing by various creatures used for training and killing. They are all locked in fences, pacing, rushing, or wandering impatiently. They snarled, howled, opened their mouths together, hoping to treat Butcher as dinner.

　　 On the other side is the dormitory of slaves and other gladiators. There are not only two gladiators, Butcher and Ricus, but thirty. On the one hand, these gladiators can be used to hone the combat effectiveness of Butcher and Ricas; on the other hand, they can attract attention and even absorb damage in the arena.

　　 This side is very quiet. Whether it is a gladiator or a slave serving in the manor, they sit, stand, and lie down, and none dare to speak loudly. When they saw Butcher, most of them showed a pleasing smile, so that they could be less beaten during training or daily life. Of course, Butcher will get unlimited food tonight, and they want to sell it well, ask for some from him, and store more delicious food.

　　 The Beast is still barking at Butcher, and the other side is still smiling quietly, I don't know which side is better. Butcher sighed. He couldn't think of an answer to this kind of question. It would be great if Mike was here. His brain is quite weird, and he will never be bored when he is with him, he will always have some novel perspectives to explain the problem.

　　 But he has his own way to get rid of these problems. "Shut up, otherwise I will kill you all!" Butcher roared at the beast in the cage. Doing so in the past can be effective.

　　‘This will not let the beasts behave, they will never become as docile as the opposite. A voice suddenly rang in my mind, gentle, pleasant, and familiar, just like my wife who was killed by a goblin.

To shut up! Butcher roared in his head. "Stay away from me, find your own peace, don't bother me!"

　　‘I will always be with you, my love, my man. ’The voice continued, ‘I call your husband, I’m the father of your child, and I’m my heaven and earth. I love you, Butcher. ’

　　 "Fuck off, I don't know what's the matter with you, but my wife won't talk like that!" Butcher's eyes were red, and he pushed aside to compliment his servant, preparing to find a place to be quiet.

　　‘I am naturally not your wife, but her shadow in your heart. You know this, and I know it. Oh, how could I lie to you? I'm not like those ungrateful and humble bugs, thinking that holding a sharpened wood can hurt you. ’

　　 Butcher was taken aback, and quickly dodged to the side, only to avoid the short wooden spear. The servant who was pushed away by him just now was looking at him fiercely. The short wooden spear then pierced it, and both the strength and the composition were extremely weak. Butcher grabbed the wooden spear and firmly secured the opponent. "Why?" he asked.

　　‘You never asked, you only did. ’The voice in his head is still talking, ‘you will suffer, my butcher. ’

　　 A heavy blow suddenly fell to the bend of his leg, Bucher tilted and fell to the side. More than one person! He understood in his heart that this must be a premeditated attack. Maybe it's for money, maybe it's for fighting against political opponents, maybe just for pastime, but there is only one goal, and that is my own life.

　　 There was a low drum sound in his throat, and Butcher violently pulled the wooden spear, and also the servant by the way. He lifted his shoulders, using people as weapons, raised them up and started to spin. The guy who used the wooden stick broke the stick on Butcher's body and was smashed into his head by the flying meteor (hammer).

　　 is actually two heads exploding together, and after a bang, the red, white, yellow, and black are mixed into a cloud of fog. Someone rushed over again.

　　‘Kill them, kill them all! The voice became savage, it was no longer his wife, but Bucher himself.

　　 "Kill!" Butcher didn't retreat, but instead, he hammered the man in his hand for a point, with his left and right hands holding half of his body, and rushed towards the enemy. His body turned red again, like the setting sun shining on it again, like blood, like fire.

　　The wiser people hurriedly hide away, and the smarter ones put themselves in the animal cage, and tremble with the beasts that are more sensitive to danger.

　　‘You will be victorious, always like this. ’The voice rang in his mind again: ‘but you can’t get what you want, you can never get it. Your ending is doomed, like everyone else, you will embrace defeat in victory and die. ’

　　 "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Butcher's muscles swelled again, majestic and majestic like a devil climbing up in hell. A circle of white light surrounds his head, which is a manifestation of psychic powers. Every time the muscle swells, the circle of light shrinks, trying to calm Butcher. Body and mind, animality and reason are at war in constant conflicts. Butcher is a born berserker, but he is always looking for peace of mind. In the past, he failed repeatedly and had no way, but now his psychic powers have opened a new door for him. Ricas chose to use psychic powers to make himself more powerful, but Butcher chose to use psychic powers to make himself more controlled.

clam down! Butcher said to himself. The wavering voice in my head is not me, nor is my body that is constantly threatening. Mike said that to control yourself, you first need to be calm, even in a rage, even if the mountain collapses in front of his nose. This is not Kelmanga, one thing like that is enough!

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　　 The servant was stunned by this scene, and choked. The tauren smiled slightly, carrying Taixian on his back and rubbing his fingers quietly. The servant was in a trance, and suddenly yelled: "Master, the big thing is not good! The slave has rebelled!"

　　 Tai Xi'an shook his hand, and the prosthesis reopened the wound and fell to the ground. Rikas was hit hard again, and the veins on his neck almost exploded. He bit his tongue and didn't let him shout. He knew that if he yelled, he would be disgusted by Tai Xi'an and might not even have a chance to compete.

　　 The high-ranking Templar waved his hand, and the whip strengthened by psychic powers flew out with a scream, licking the servant's mouth and face. "Trash, what a decent scream!" He put away the long whip, picked up the prosthetic long sword on the ground if nothing had happened, then looked at the wound and shook his head. "It's not easy to install now."

　　 "Master, it's okay, I can hold it back." Ricas swallowed the blood in his mouth and wiped the sweat from his head with his hand. "I want to fight for you, even if I die without hesitation, what is some pain?"

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