Continuing to move forward, Soshyan saw a tall Nightmare Bishop standing at the second closest distance of the consul, whose head slowly turned from one end of the hall to the other while surveillance, the pair of curved Clive wide blades held in their hands ready to fight back any attacks, few were allowed to pull out their weapons in the presence of the consul, but Nightmare was above the quarrels and political influence of the conspiracy group.
The crackling sound of whips echoed in the immeasurable huge hall, the groans of slaves, and the cheers and ridicule of the audience were pale reflections of the tortured life.
Soshyan could even feel the real pain, fear and despair of the slaves, a clear, erratic energy flowing in the air.
"Talos, do you miss participating in such entertainment activities?"
Kayang suddenly asked, but the voice was only transmitted in the three people's helmets
"The primitive joy between these pains and death seems to coincide with the philosophy of the Eighth Legion."
"No."
"Not at all?"
"No."
Talos looked at the alien below and sneered in his helmet.
"I hate them. They are no better than the beasts they tortured. Look at them and see what they are. They are animals driven by instincts, disguised as so-called higher civilizations. After stripping away the cloak of civilization, ranks and customs, they are just lowly primitive creatures. In order to compete for the leftovers of survival, they lower their identities in exchange for survival."
"Ha, I seem to understand why you chose to leave the Eighth Legion."
"I never belonged to the Eighth Legion."
The three of them attracted the attention of all court officials as soon as they entered the venue, and even the bloody actors who were working cast a curious look, but no one spoke, because the battle court was a serious and distinct place, and any behavior that could cause unhappiness of the consul would have disastrous consequences, and everyone was cautious here.
At this time, a slender woman appeared from a small door behind the throne.
Even by human standards, the sudden appearance of the spirit clan is undoubtedly a cold beauty. Just like all the spirit clans, she is tall and has gentle limbs, her fair skin is like alabaster, her cheeks are tall, her eyes are like almonds, her ears are delicate and sharp. Her outfit consisting of multiple shiny blade armor and a smooth robe exquisitely wrapped around her graceful body, and a belt made of twisted barbed wire threads pressed against her delicate buttocks.
What is even more surprising is that she has a rare blonde hair among the dark elves. Her gorgeous hair accessories are like some whimsical bird feathers, spreading in a fan-shaped shape behind her head, and the golden brooch under her neck is carved with a lewd pattern.
Her tight lips were covered with thick makeup, and her eyes were covered with smoky makeup with gold.
As she approached, Nightmare held up the blade in the blink of an eye, but after the other party knelt on one knee not far from the consul, he put down the blade.
The voices of the conversation between the two sides were very soft, and Soshiyang could not hear them clearly.
However, he did see a sharp look of excitement flashing across Alcantara's face, and then when the consul stood up and stretched out his hands to attract the attention of his subjects,
"To welcome the three VIPs, Ms. Selinni arranged a wonderful ceremony for us!"
His words immediately caused a burst of cheers. After all, the residents of Comoros prefer to torture slaves.
Then Alcantara lowered her head and looked at the three of them, laughing:
"Please visit three."
Kayang nodded slightly.
"Honored."
There is an arena in Cool Forest, so they arrive and sit without much time.
It seemed that in order to show their importance to the three, Alcantala specially arranged them in the closest box to his left. On weekdays, only the court ministers closest to the consul can sit down, so they immediately attracted a lot of jealous eyes.
But they don't care about it.
After inquiring, the Serena Nika Young found out that she was the hostess of an arena, but she was well-managed and had no "fist products" before. It seemed that she had only gotten a "ruthless person" in recent years, and the arena had some sensation. However, in order to attract business, she would also lead a team to work in a private arena.
Now she was giggling and entertaining several conspiracy nobles, with the goblet in her hands full of golden wine.
Soshiyan was observing the entire arena. Generally speaking, it was in an enclosed oval shape, and the main combat areas were covered with white and dense sand, which was to better highlight the blood and internal organs sprayed by the performers. Based on past experience, Soshiyan guessed that there should be trap doors hidden underground for well-trained monsters and automatic killing machines to rush out randomly. The surrounding walls were filled with embedded seats, which were stacked up according to multiple levels. The higher the status, the higher the seat, and those with lower status had to sit closer to the fighting arena.
There is a huge arch in the fighting field, where slaves and monsters enter, and their flesh and blood will be transported out, and above it is a gorgeous platform with a large number of couches and seats, which is the area where they are sitting, which belongs directly to the top, and to the far left is a musical platform full of musicians.
"here we go."
There was a hint of anticipation in Talos's voice, and it was obvious that this atmosphere awakened some of his bloody memories of the past.
At the first moment, the reporter exhaled the content of the first competition in a thunderous voice, and then ten humans wearing simple armor and holding swords walked in and were under countless lights.
After the smoke from the eyes, the cheers of the bloodthirsty audience came.
Seeing the tattoos on those people, Soshyan guessed that they should be captured Imperial Navy crew members.
Then, a complicated drum beat came from the band, followed by a harsh horn sound, and the rotating spotlights reflected their beams on the huge entrance passage.
The door opened and a flat suspended platform floated in from it.
There were three giant beasts on the platform digging metal with their claws, howling because of bloodthirst. Their backs were covered with long bone spurs, their eyes were like wide saucers, and a long chain full of barbs on the thick metal collar on their necks, tying them to the platform.
Seeing the terrifying beast, the ten imperial sailors gathered vigilantly, covering each other, shaking the weapons in their hands, and their actions caused laughter from the alien audience.
"Appetizer! Ten monkeys are surviving! You can estimate the time of their death!"
A panel suddenly rose in the private room with some unusual symbols on it. Kayang glanced at it and said:
"Twenty seconds, forty seconds, one minute, one and a half minutes."
In Comoros, gladiators are often linked to gambling, and in fact, the main source of income for the arena is the gambling business.
But Soshiyang just took a look in disgust.
"Give me a half-time, and I can let them know what real fear is."
Kayang shrugged and gave up on the bet.
At this moment, with a bang, the chains that bound the beasts instantly broke, and the bloody scene officially opened-