Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

Balrog, Mountain Giant, Vampire, Abomination, Cyclops, Ogre, Gargoyle...

Then they spontaneously stood in a row.

However, after seeing them, Mephistopheles frowned again.

"next batch."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of demons strung together by iron chains were sent back, and then the second group of demons and monsters filed out from the side, but the result was the same.

"Change another batch!"

This went on for several rounds, but Mephistopheles was still not satisfied.

The two giant demons from before also showed an embarrassed expression at this moment.

"My Lord, all the gladiators have been replaced."

"Boring, so boring! It's the same fight all day long. I've memorized all their moves. Can't they come up with something new?"

"Um... Lord, why don't we let them have a melee."

"It's boring, it's boring. I've played it several times before."

"Then let them fight in the ring?"

"It's not interesting at all. In the end, those same few will definitely win. What's so fun about a fight when you can predict the ending?" As he spoke, Mephistopheles picked up his giant wine glass from the side and took a big gulp of wine.

"No! I'm so bored. I'm going to go fight other demon lords! I want to start a war!"

"You two, go kill two of the demon lord's offspring next door."

"Ah I..."

"Or maybe they kill you two. Either way, I'll have a reason to fight him."

Just when Mephistopheles was trying his best to start a war, a succubus suddenly walked in hurriedly from outside the arena.

"My Lord, Lord Sherlock is here to see you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mephistopheles, who was lying on the bed, stood up on the spot, his face full of excitement.

"Sherlock? That good-for-nothing? Great! I was just looking for someone to fight with."

"Quick! Let him in!"

"Yes!"

A few minutes later, Sherlock appeared in the arena wearing a brand new custom-made tuxedo.

When he saw Mephitos with his upper body naked, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Mephitos, after all these years, you are still so crude and not elegant at all."

"Humph! That's better than a glutton like you. You're the descendant of the Dread God, yet you only think about eating all day. Come on, come on, we haven't seen each other for 300 years. Let's have a good fight and see if you're still as incompetent as before!"

As he spoke, Mephistopheles burst out with all his might, then picked up a giant axe from the side, looking ready to fight at any time.

Seeing him like this, Sherlock quickly said:

"Mephitos, I'm not here to fight you. What's the point of fighting?"

"I have something more interesting here, would you like to take a look?"

"Something more interesting?" After hearing these words, Mephistopheles, who was holding a huge axe and looking fierce, immediately had a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Yes!" After saying that, Sherlock took out two sofas and placed them aside. After sitting on one of them, he patted the other one next to him.

"Come, let's sit down and talk."

Upon hearing this, Mephistopheles first looked at the sofa in front of him, then threw away the giant axe in his hand and sat down on the sofa with a swagger.

The moment he sat down, his expression obviously changed, and Sherlock casually took out a mobile phone.

"what is this?"

"This is a mobile phone, a magical creation from another dimension."

"Is this the interesting thing you mentioned? What's interesting about this little thing? Let's just fight!"

"We can fight up here too!"

"Ok?"

Under Mephistopheles' puzzled gaze, Sherlock pointed his finger at the Canyon of Kings, and then he began to introduce the gameplay of this game to Mephistopheles.