Li Yue specially made a speech script for Hongshi's speech.
The particles are placed on the white bone plate, split and reorganized into various messages, and then delivered through the distortion eyes on the domino.
After rehearsing, it was found that there were no problems, so Li Yue went back to catch up on his sleep.
At the same time, when you are waiting for enough malice, you can exchange it for the Voice of Greed, and go to the Forbidden Forest to collect a Tongue Flower to meet the material requirements for the copper spoon.
The hourglass turns over and the red hour comes.
All the monsters who got the dominoes gathered together in twos and threes for the "introduction meeting" in the Colosseum.
The skeletons in the vegetable field are no exception - after the skull skeleton and rib skeleton received the dominoes, they gathered all the old, weak, sick and disabled skeletons in the vegetable field to guard beside the dominoes.
The Eye of Distortion projects the image.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
The skeletons marveled at the ingenuity of creation, and held the dominoes in their skeletal hands one after another, feeling the magical power of self-healing bones.
"That is the list of gladiators in the Colosseum. You only need to sign his name in the blank space to complete the registration for the Killing Cup. You will schedule the fight for him..."
"Do you know magic stones and gold coins? What are these?" The rookies only know some basic models, they only know low-end products.
The Demon King's City shook again, and there was a continuous uproar.
"Seven games a night, beat him down and knock him out."
Among them, the brain spirit pituitary gland is very conspicuous.
"Perhaps there are some demon reports and some questions. I want to know who you are."
Everything is so complicated.
"Xiaojiabaan, you are the king of the Colosseum..."
If you didn't even participate in the recruitment of the Tomb of Light, how could anyone else go to the Colosseum for a reason?
The Bag Devil walked up to the whiteboard and waved slightly to the camera.
The Sack Devil used a wooden stick to pull out a line of explanatory text under the bone plate, and even demonstrated and signed it himself, so that the less stupid devil would not know how to join the battle.
"No way? The rules of the Colosseum haven't changed since I remember my death..."
Seeing the bag demon typing out those words, the skull and skull weren't even eager to try.
Before that, dozens of monsters of all kinds retreated from the camera.
A giant centipede walked past the camera, walked roundabout to the back of the Sack Devil, and stood low.
I didn't want to watch the show, nor did I want to try to bring the King of the Colosseum into power.
In the picture, a bone plate stands quietly, and the background is empty wasteland and iron and earth that resemble walls.
"Huh? Hasn't it been changed? Is it still Ojibuki?" The skeletons felt confused.
What’s even better is that the new King of the Colosseum must have died in the opening battle. This is really not the record for the slowest fall of a Lord of Power, right?
The bag demon moved the particles, and the large pavilion under the bone plate also expanded. The skeletons saw through the eyes of distortion that there was an iron platform standing outside the pavilion, and there was not a blank roster under the platform.
The skeletons were talking a lot.
"Every night the Colosseum will send out some random magic stones or materials as punishment to reward these heroic souls!"
The King of the Colosseum appears in person. How many years have we seen him?
Immediately afterwards, a bag demon walked up to the bone plate with his butt twisted, holding a wooden stick in his hand.
Even though he heard the voice, seeing the eye-catching fonts under the bone plate and the arrogant double swords did not arouse any desire to kill.
The demons are ready to move.
"He knows a devil's ass, that only shows that His Majesty hates big animals." The Rib Skull shook his head and continued to read.
"Ouch——"
The Bag Devil is very calm. He is not worried at all that holding the Killing Cup every night will waste people and money. He is also worried that if no players appear repeatedly, the audience's output will be reduced.
Even in the vegetable field, there were faint cheers from every corner of the Demon King's City.
"Tickets, how much are the tickets?" People were paying attention to the prices and wanted to go to the theater.
Every time the Bag Devil knocks on the whiteboard, the writing appears upwards, forming two crossed swords at the front.
"It will be like this tomorrow night, and it will be like this every night."
There are no magic stones, no gold coins, no devil's contract, and no various materials.
The big pavilion is a good reception place.
"There is a new king of the Colosseum..."
"In addition to you, you have also prepared many gladiators for Xiaojia. We can't bear to meet Xiaojia..."
The Bag Devil knocked on the bone plate, and the writing under the bone plate transformed into a three-dimensional painting of a large pavilion. This was Dandan restoring the infrastructure of the Colosseum.
The bag demon knocked on the bone plate, and the handwriting changed.
It was so sudden and unexpected.
"I look forward to Xiaojia coming to the Colosseum to sign up for the challenge and kill them all!"
"Is the Colosseum going to change its rules?"
Before the Bag Devil finished showing off his punishment, he directly announced a big piece of news.
"The important thing is that the Colosseum is about to reopen!"
The monsters are already very curious about the identity of the new King of the Colosseum. If they can directly see my heroic appearance in battle, what little bragging rights will they have?
"The name of the new King of the Colosseum is Cat and Dog! He's the Skolric villain!" A vegetable skeleton angrily asked the Rib Skull.
"Doesn't he have anything to do with Cocoon? Is he going to participate?" the Rib Skull responded with disdain - I think he is no longer the old and retiring skeleton.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" The skeletons in the vegetable field jumped up on the spot.
"So the gladiator recruitment event in the Colosseum is now over!"
"It doesn't matter whether you have a name or not, and whether you can write or not! You just need to put a stamp on it, but you can't complete the registration." The Bag Devil placed a piece of mud next to the roster, wiped it with a cloth, and stamped the fingerprint.
"The briefing at the Colosseum is about to begin, don't go away."
"Compatriots who want to participate in the Killing Cup are not free to come to the Colosseum reception desk to sign up..."
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Immediately afterwards, the giant white-bone dragon came into the mirror, and only its tail and one thigh could be seen in the projection.
The roster is a manifestation of the authority of the Colosseum, and Li Yue thinks it is very convenient.
"I heard them talking..." The Rib Skeleton was about to explain, but found something bad to explain, and continued to look at Zhan Qunxuji.
Before announcing the big news, the Bag Devil also took a step back to make a request to the audience.
"But actually, that's not important."
The name of the Bag Devil's signature is Ah Mao and Ah Gou.
"He knows a devil's ass, that's the disguise of the Skeleton Prince!" Rib Skull firmly believed in his judgment.
These old vegetables are all the same.
There is a line of bilingual words embedded on the bone plate.
After all, there is the Demon King's City outside, where countless demons live; and since the Demon King's City has returned to the mainland, these brave men who have retreated from the city cannot become gladiators and give the monsters some fun.
"Oops, since your introduction hasn't even started yet, the first part of the briefing is about the opening details of the Colosseum!"
Of course, those are visions of the future.
They echoed each other, causing a tremor.
"Starting from the red hour tomorrow night, there will be no Killing Cup every night!"
The skulls were cursing, and then their eyes were attracted by the movements of the Bag Devil.
The Bag Devil waved his hand again, removed the large pavilion and the roster under the bone plate, and replaced them with miscellaneous icons.
We seem to have forgotten...it was not the demon, but Zhan Qunxuji who was killed after a long time.
The ribless skeleton was moved and touched his knees.
"They see, you will also participate in the opening match of the red hour tomorrow night."