While the two succubus quickly harvested their green-skinned lives, the baroque cruisers and anti-gravity airships also began to hover on the edge of the arena. Unwilling to sit in the civilian area, but unable to get a VIP seat, the Comorian nobles chose to watch with their vehicles. They were surrounded by slaves and courtiers, lying lazily on the exquisite sofa made of immortal tortured flesh to appreciate the spectacular scene.
Elsewhere, the acrobats of the Harlequin Theatre Group were wearing colorful costumes and flew around between barges, as if they were singing praises and mocking them.
"Hey, don't say it, it's quite attractive...but the Queen of Night, I think it's just like that. I let her have both legs and one hand."
In a private room in the VIP area, Talos was pouring the red wine into a huge crystal cup and handing it to Kayang.
"Not poisonous?"
Kayang, who had taken off his helmet, glanced at the cup and smiled:
"Not poisonous, don't worry, but I believe you, Talos, your hand and third leg will definitely defeat her."
"That's good... no, what do you mean? Why do you speak like the cook in the battle group?"
After saying that, Talos poured another cup and handed it to Soshiyan, but the other party was obviously absent-minded at this time. After taking the cup, he put it aside.
After a while, he sighed softly, turned his head to Kayang, who had just raised his cup, and said:
“When will we act?”
Kayang took a sip and put it down, and replied:
"Don't worry, we have to receive Alcantara's instructions first and then decide what to do later."
"We don't have any games to play with him any more."
"Soshiyang, I know you are worried now, but the more you do this, the more we cannot be anxious. Look around, there are at least 500,000 Dark Spirits. If there is a mistake in action and no one can save people, we will not be able to get out."
"Can keep dragging..."
Halfway through the words, the three of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a small golden ball thrown in from the window, and bounced on the ground for two times before stopping rolling.
Kayang stood up from the sofa with a smile.
"Look, I'm here as soon as I say it."
He walked over, crushed the golden ball, and took out a note from it.
"Alkantara wants me to start the Thief Crystal immediately after the win and lose, then leave the room and enter Passage 3, and destroy the arena's energy system there... You see, isn't our chance here?"
Talos put down his wine glass at this time, turned around and said:
"Why do we need to destroy it? Does he have no mandate?"
"The letter said that the energy core of Kane Arena is protected by multiple protections, and it is difficult to destroy ordinary means. Only using psychic energy is used, and it is very powerful psychic energy."
Before Kayang finished speaking, the note on his hand burned automatically.
"That guy asked us to pretend and not appear as Qianzi, otherwise it would be difficult to send us away afterwards."
Soshyang smiled coldly.
"Will he let us leave? It's just for him to kill and silence him."
"You're right. He should think so, but it's because of this that we need more disguise."
As he said that, Kayang took out a piece of black crystal and held it over his head.
As the spell overflowed from his mouth, a black mist wrapped around his body. When the black mist dissipated, his armor had changed from a thousand-science style to the style of the former Black Legion.
Talos blinked.
"No, are you sure we want this?"
“Is there any problem?”
Talos shrugged, and Soshiyan did not object to Kayan, so the three of them turned into the dark legion.
Just outside the arena, a team of people approached quietly. Although the fight began, the security around the arena was still very strict. There were warriors inspecting conspiracy groups everywhere, as well as various wild beasts, and surveillance eyeballs were floating in the sky.
However, this team has a unique means of concealing and is very familiar with the environment around the arena. It perfectly avoids all sight when sneaking in the shadows.
"stop."
Soon, the figure in the lead raised his arm, and the wriggling shadow instantly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a team of conspiracy warriors walked past the path beside them, and led a skinless hunting dog.
But they found nothing and walked away soon.
At this time, Okam poked his head out of the shadow, and his armor was no longer the blue of Alpha, but turned into the black and gold of the Dark Legion.
After looking around and confirming that there was no patrol, he turned to look at the motionless Alpha warriors.
"Raising the Commander, why do we become the Black Legion?"
Philo Rona complained in a rare manner. He had always disliked the Black Legion because his mentor's death was inseparable from the Black Legion.
Okam patted the other person on the shoulder and whispered:
"I underestimated the ability of the Spirit Clan. The goal of this operation has changed. We cannot take people away under the entanglement of the clown, so we don't steal people, kill people!"
"Who to kill?"
"That daughter of Isa, the eternal queen of the Spirit clan."
"There is no need to change the appearance of the Black Legion when he killed her."
"The Queen of the Spirits died suddenly, how pleasant it sounds, doesn't we? If we were discovered, the Spiked Ear would not come to trouble us, but to Abaddon,"
"Sounds good, raid commander."
After saying that, Okam issued an order on the public channel.
"Everyone listens. After entering, there may be a shielding device inside. If we cannot communicate remotely, we can read sign language. After the action begins, we will hit the target directly. We will not shoot everyone wearing black legion armor!"
"yes!"
“Huh?”
In the private room, Talos patted his helmet and said:
"It seems that the communicator has failed?"
Kayang nodded.
"There must be some shielding device here. It's okay. When you move, just read sign language. I can also communicate with you spiritually. I must not speak, and once you speak, our identity may be exposed."
At this moment, a cheer attracted the attention of the three.
"Last one!"
Everenie kicked Green Skin over with one kick. When the other party raised an arm to try to resist, a quick afterimage flew past and the arm disappeared.
Just as she cut off the other party's arm and was about to go to the head for the second time, something suddenly flew over from behind her very quickly. Everenie instinctively dodged, and then the green-skinned head on the ground disappeared from its original position.
After a closer look, it had rolled down a few meters away from the machine.
The cruel applause resounded throughout the arena, and Everenie retreated, the prey was not dead at her hands, which hit her self-esteem.
Everenie turned around, turned the knife in her hand, and squinted at Hespera standing on the pile of green corpses. The other party's spear was inserted into a green skin head with a long mouth.
Hespera looked down at Everenie, but her eyes were not full of color.
The short knife she threw just now took away Everenie's last kill, which led to the killing of both sides being not equal, and the other party's efficiency was higher than hers.
This is a kind of humiliation and provocation, and it can only be solved with blood.
New music began, and the crowd responded with thunderous applause.
Everenie twisted her neck, turned her shoulders, loosened the thorny whip on her hands, spat at the ground beneath her feet, and then threw the knife in her hands in front of the other side and challenged her.