"Judge the sins committed by your ugly body, purify your dirty soul, and grant you salvation from eternal darkness!"
In the courtyard of the small castle in the Eton territory, a white-haired old man wearing pure white sacrificial robes, holding a pure silver statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess in his hand, made a death gesture to old Henry, who also had white hair and beard.
trial.
A group of protective warriors from the Snow Goddess Cult surrounded Old Henry in a circle. Their snow-colored sleeves were sewn with blood-colored stripes, representing the battle of judgment.
Old Henry lay on the ground like an old dog.
There are also round Kafka and strong Sion beside him, but both of them have lost their heads.
There were no tears in Old Henry's cloudy eyes, and there was no fear on his face full of grooves. He just turned his head to look south, mumbling to himself under his messy beard.
"Chris, you failed to live up to the hopes of the Eaton family..."
"Why didn't you come back strong..."
"You didn't protect our family..."
A warrior from the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect walked forward and swung the iron sword in his hand.
In an instant, the blood flowers bloomed on the cold floor, silencing the disappointed condemnation.
"No!!!"
A sharp cry tore through the silence of the night.
Chris sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, searching the room with eyes full of fear and helplessness. In the weak firelight of the fireplace, he discovered that this was still Sin City.
It turned out to be a dream.
Fortunately, it's just a dream.
He was panting heavily and took the time to answer the greetings from the slave who knocked on the door after hearing the sound.
Opening the only window in the room, the world outside was sleeping in the middle of the night, and the jagged flowers and trees stretched out in the night, like the evil ghosts and monsters used by parents to scare children.
Chris' face was as frosty as he let the cool wind caress his bare chest full of scars, his eyes were deep.
Kurt, who put him in an iron cage and sold him, was killed in the arena this afternoon.
The reason why it took so long is that the person in charge of the arena felt that Kurt was no match for Chris, and the audience would not spend too many gold coins for a duel between the stronger and the weaker.
Therefore, he trained Kurt for half a month.
As for why they were tortured and killed~~
The purpose is also to please the senses of the audience and make them willingly take out the gold coins.
Before the duel started, Rapsey told Chris clearly that if he killed Kurt in only a quarter of an hour and did not torture Kurt to the satisfaction of the audience, then his next opponent in the duel would be someone
A half-powerful Vic—the master of that arena.
Denise will not interfere with this.
Because fights between enemies have rules in Sin City.
So, Chris behaved like a Vic today.
He first used the back of the knife to break off Kurt's limbs one by one, then under the fanatical command of the audience, cut off Kurt's fingers and toes one by one, and then disemboweled and chopped off Kurt while he was chattering curses.
He raised his head and shouted wildly.
This killing satisfied the audience and also allowed La Push to earn many gold coins.
But it didn't make Chris feel the joy of revenge.
Unprecedented bloodthirsty and cruel methods played with his mind, and even spread to his dreams.
I am Eton's hope, I want to go home alive.
He silently muttered his belief in perseverance and closed the window.
In the south in late autumn, there is also a coolness at night. Although it is not as chilling as the Alps, it can still kill the warm and beautiful qualities such as kindness and compassion.
In the next half month, Chris participated in three more fights.
The opponents were a dwarf warrior, a mutated two-headed land lizard, and a snake man. All three possessed the peak strength of warriors, which meant that the battle was not easy, but in the end he still took their lives and allowed himself
Survived.
But it also came at a price.
He was swept by the snake man's python body and vomited a lot of blood; the dwarf's axes also added a lot of new scars to him, and even his calf was bitten to pieces by the land lizard.
But it's all worth it.
His record of defeating the weak and the strong won him the favor of Denise Vidocq, and he became one of the three gladiators she prepared for the blood sacrifice ceremony.
What's even more gratifying is that he has finally reached the peak of his career as a warrior.
Walking on the edge of life and death is indeed the shortcut to stimulating potential.
The weather is very good today.
Almost all the flowers planted in Lapusi Garden are in bloom, filling the whole space with a light fragrance. Under the warm sunshine, the time becomes quiet and peaceful.
However, among the few people in the garden pavilion, the atmosphere was not so peaceful.
A man who was not yet thirty years old had a long sword slung across his waist, and his golden hair was casually hanging on the back of his head. He was holding a very young dancer up and down his hands, and this guy didn't care about the person next to him at all.
There are others.
The other was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with chestnut hair and an unkempt beard. His face was as cold as the middle-aged man who followed Archbishop Raphael.
He was concentrating with his eyes closed, and even the expressions of the stone sculptures in the garden were much more vivid than his.
These two men were also Denise's chosen gladiators.
The three of them will fight for Denise's ambition and are also waiting for Denise's arrival.
The only woman, Vidocq, attaches great importance to the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, so she plans to personally teach the three people how to cooperate in fighting within these ten days.
The waiting time is always long.
It was so long that after the blond swordsman took the dancer into the flowers for a fight, then came back and fell asleep on the table, Denise had not yet arrived.
Chris also leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, closed his eyes and meditated, silently calculating the strength of his future partners.
Sion had taught him a long time ago, claiming that people who behave in a unique way must be extraordinary.
For example, the hot-haired man with golden hair, Chris noticed that his fingers were clean and slender, and there were several scars on the tiger's mouth that burst and healed, indicating that this guy often fought with people and beasts stronger than him, and was very moisturized.
have lived till now.
And like a stone sculpture whose face was paralyzed, Chris could barely hear his breathing.
He was so close, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel his presence at all.
If nothing else, he should be a night stalker, an assassin who is very good at sneak attacks or assassinations from the dark.
As the sun set, Denise finally arrived.
There was also a young Vic woman accompanying him, who should be her daughter from the looks of it.
"My humble ants!"
Her voice was manic and her attitude was high, "Your strength had better satisfy me, otherwise I would rather feed you to ferocious beasts now than let you embarrass me at the blood sacrifice ceremony!"
But her daughter was obviously different, with a smile on her face, "Three human males, I believe you already know what you are going to do. In order to better cooperate with each other, please state your names."
"Chris, a northerner."
Chris, who spoke first, has not lost his straightforward character.
"Vincent."
The chestnut-haired guy spoke very little, and his voice was as cold as a human being.
The blond-haired man had a cynical smile on his face, "Andre, a bounty hunter from the plains of Middle-earth, fights for gold coins."