The cold rain was pouring, and on both sides of the streets in Londinium City, the column street lamps emitted a magical light without warmth, illuminating the heavily armed enchanted plate armor of the capital city defense forces.
As the capital city defense force of the Great Londinium Empire, they are the last line of defense to protect the core of the regime. They possess excellent equipment that cannot be matched by the imperial army. Even the soldiers are carefully selected for their personal martial arts, height, appearance, speech and behavior.
All have requirements.
Of course, what is more important is absolute loyalty to the empire. Every soldier who joins the capital city defense army swears to eliminate all threats to the empire's rule.
At this moment, more than 500 capital city defense troops arrived outside an old open-air arena in Londinium City. Everyone's weapons and armors had considerable magical aura, and each shield was equipped with protective spells.
Some of the mysterious knights who do not wear heavy plate armor carry a large number of additional wands and scrolls.
To assemble such a team of 500 people with all the magic equipment, I am afraid that only the empire can do it by concentrating its financial, manpower, and material resources and investing them at any cost. If it were a mage from the Mysterious Eye, I am afraid that the heavy money given to the soldiers would be too much.
Investment is a waste of a lot of resources.
"Knight Commander, the mages are already in place."
In the cold and biting rain, a silver-armored warrior wielded a heavy sword with both hands, as if he was a statue, motionless. After the ordering soldier next to him finished speaking, he did not have the slightest expression of doubt. He just accompanied the silver-armored warrior in the rain and let the rain soak in.
Enter the gaps in the armor and soak the thick lining.
Behind the silver-armored warrior, there was a beautifully decorated phantom horse carriage with a glass lampshade. There was a pot-bellied figure sitting in the carriage. The cold and humid weather made his leg and foot joints swell and feel discomfort. Seeing that the silver-armored warrior did not move, he
He asked impatiently: "Knight Commander, why don't you take action yet? If the villain notices something strange and escapes, you and I cannot bear the responsibility."
"Duke Wogit, do you know where this place is?" the silver-armored warrior asked.
The pot-bellied Duke looked out of the car window and could vaguely see the end of the street. There was an open-air arena standing on the empty and flat ground. The ancient architectural style was incompatible with other areas of the imperial capital. After thousands of years of wind and rain,
The relief patterns on the walls and columns have long been mottled beyond recognition, and some areas have withered away to the point where only broken bricks and tiles are left. Weeds and green moss grow between the bricks in the corners, symbolizing the desolation without care.
"Isn't this the Arena of Londinium? It's the oldest building in the city, and even the city is named after it." The Duke replied casually.
"Back then Emperor Ansel came to the city of Londinium, liberated the slaves in the arena, and then led the crowd to kill the warlords who occupied the city." The silver-armored warrior said: "If Emperor Ansel initially left
The hometown of the small town of Camelot was just to plead with the warlord leader to reduce taxes. The liberation of the Londinium Arena can be said to be the true beginning of the empire. This is why the Great Londinium Empire came into being.
Rather than any other country name."
"What do you want to say?" the Duke asked breathlessly.
"Such a place that represents the original intention of the empire to relieve suffering has now become a hiding place for villains." The silver-armored warrior said in a serious tone: "This place has not been maintained and repaired for a long time, and there are not even enough guards. It even became a gathering place for homeless people in the capital.
Duke Wogit, don’t you, the Senate, have any idea at all?”
Duke Wogit wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, muttered a curse word, and leaned against the car window and said: "Okay, after this matter is settled, I will propose in the Senate to allocate funds to rebuild this arena."
"With the Duke's wisdom, it's impossible not to understand what I mean, right?" The silver-armored warrior didn't turn his head, and the hand on the weight ball on the hilt of the sword was slightly clenched, and a force field invisible to the naked eye emitted outwards.
The falling rainwater was directly pushed away, forming a rain-free space with a radius of dozens of feet.
"Knight Commander, watch your words!" Duke Wogit retorted sternly: "You are the head of the city defense army, you just need to eliminate the villains who threaten the rule of the empire! Now it is not just a general missing person case, but
Someone wants to threaten the authority of the empire and openly conduct illegal rituals in the capital!"
The silver-armored warrior asked: "How did the Duke know that someone was performing illegal rituals inside before our people went in to investigate?"
"That's enough!" Duke Wogit said angrily: "When did this happen? If the Knight Commander continues to delay, I can deprive you of your command right on the spot! Don't think that because you are a legendary warrior, you can be unscrupulous!"
The face of the silver-armored warrior was hidden behind the armor. No one could see his expression clearly. All they saw was that the invisible force field around him was closed, and the cold rain fell again. He gently pulled out the heavy sword with both hands and said to the ordering soldier beside him: "
Do it!"
The messenger lightly pressed the messenger bracelet, and then four beams of light were raised around the periphery of the arena. The super-large "space lock" restricted the teleportation effect in the arena. Dozens of mages flew above, and various
The prophecy detection effect sweeps down wave after wave, making every corner clear.
The warrior in silver armor shouldered the heavy sword and walked towards the ruined arena with heavy steps. Five hundred well-equipped and powerful city defense soldiers poured in from various doorways. There was no one on the surface, and they immediately came to the underground prison.
After confirming that there were no traps on the stairs of the room, headed by the tower shield soldiers, they cautiously advanced downwards.
This arena has a history of more than a thousand years. It was originally built for human slave owners and nobles to watch gladiatorial fights. Later, the regime that controlled the city of Londinium changed several times, but its purpose remained basically unchanged. It finally fell into the hands of Emperor Ansel.
, slave gladiatorial combat was completely abolished, leaving the arena idle for hundreds of years.
In the early days of the establishment of the empire, Emperor Ansel hoped to transform the arena into a training ground for the royal guards. However, there were rumors that ghosts haunted the arena, making it difficult for people to sleep peacefully, even if it was purified by the miracle of a church priest.
, does not seem to solve the problem.
Later, the city of Londinium continued to expand and renovate, and the arena gradually became unnoticed. It seemed to have become a forgotten corner of the imperial capital. It was surrounded by low-rise buildings and was far less splendid and brightly lit than other parts of the capital.
The theory that the arena is haunted by ghosts has long been a familiar anecdote among people in the capital. In fact, few people take it seriously. Even if there are a few mages who are interested in this, they have turned the arena upside down.
No supernatural phenomena were found.
But the Knight Commander could feel that there was an indescribable and extremely special atmosphere here. Especially as a legendary warrior, he walked on the fine sand covered with weeds in the arena, and heard the sounds of countless gladiators fighting for thousands of years, and the weapons.
The clashing sound of the confrontation seemed to be echoing in the ears. The passionate fighting spirit, the will to struggle for survival, the hateful and angry struggle made the knight commander's heartbeat also fluctuate.
All hatred is buried here, all hatred is silent here, all pain is accumulated here, and all suffering is piled up here.
Even the most sophisticated prophecy spells cannot detect this atmosphere. Only the Knight Commander, a legendary warrior who has experienced countless battles in his life, where his soul and body are at the peak of life and death, can discern this atmosphere.
Omnipresent - malice.
Yes, that is the abyss that wants to swallow up all beautiful existences, and that is the malice that wants to tear people alive and chew them to pieces.
Even though the Knight Commander's will was as unshakable as fine gold, there was still a trace of fear at this moment, and deep in his subconscious, he was frantically warning himself - run!
However, the knight commander still overcame the fear in his heart. He could not imagine that there was such an incredible existence hidden under the abandoned arena, and how long had it been since he had been here to remember and pay homage?
He saw the decline of the empire, the incompetence of the Senate, and the angry shouts of His Majesty the Emperor, but he was unable to do anything about it. Martial arts that reached the legendary level, even if they could kill hundreds or thousands of people, could bring down the empire.
Will it return to prosperity? No matter how sharp the sword is, can it feed the countless hungry people who starve to death every day outside the capital city walls? Or, wait for the Senate to issue an order one day, and let the knight captain wave the butcher knife against the people of the empire.
?
No, it shouldn't be like this!
"Someone!"
The soldier in the front row exclaimed, interrupting the knight commander's thoughts. He rushed out and reached the front of the queue at a speed that the naked eye could not catch up with.
The underground of the arena is a dark circular venue, surrounded by cells against the walls, with rotting instruments of torture inside. At this moment, in the open space in the middle, there are several circles of candles, and the purple candlelight is shaking uneasily.
, surrounding a young man sitting on the floor.
Around the young man, there were several dismembered corpses on display, with blood spilled on the ground, painted into complex and unpredictable incantations. The heads of the corpses were placed in front of the young man, and he looked at the heads on the ground with a kind face, like a holy person
Telling the teachings of the gods, this scene is extremely weird.
"Are you here?" The young man raised his head, with an expression as if he was playing a house game, waiting for the arrival of his close friends.
The knight commander did not answer at all. Any response to this young man who was about to perform some evil ritual might be in unpredictable danger. He waved his hand to signal the city defense soldiers to pour into the ground and immediately occupied nearly half of the space. The tower shield was like
The wall, like a forest of spears and halberds, surrounded the young man in the center in an instant.
Afterwards, the mage and the mysterious knight cast spells, a series of "high-level dispelling magic", and the "anti-magic field" blocked the young man's head and face, preventing him from any resistance by casting spells. The figure of the knight captain turned into an afterimage, and the heavy sword in his hands seemed to be in a coma.
A thunderbolt in the dark night decapitated the boy cleanly, without any nonsense.
The head fell to the ground, and warm blood spurted out from the broken neck. The knight commander recalled the feeling of the sword cutting through the flesh and bones just now, and confirmed that it was a living person.
It's just that all this seems too easy.
"Yeah, it's so easy."
The young man's voice entered the knight commander's mind. He instinctively swung his sword and slashed, but hit nothing. The blood spurted from the young man's body fell to the ground, and immediately turned into a large area of bright red blood, filling the underground space.
"Oops, this is a trap!"
The knight commander immediately understood. He was about to escape, but found that his legs were numb and the blood in his body was involuntarily pulsing, as if he was tearing his body apart from the inside out.
On the surface, legendary warriors are warriors who are proficient in various combat techniques. However, only the knight commander himself understands that his control over the details of his body has reached a level beyond the reach of ordinary people. Not only is he faster, stronger, and immune
High, you can even control your own center of gravity to perform all kinds of unimaginable extraordinary martial arts. Or you can awaken your inner potential, overcome various negative effects, and have superhuman endurance to fight day and night.
The blood beat lasted only one breath, and sparks seemed to burst out from the Knight Commander's soul, allowing him to break free from the bizarre control. However, he did not understand that he had clearly killed the young man and suppressed his spell-casting ability beforehand.
Why do you still fall into this magic trap?
However, it was too late to think about it. Magic traps enveloped the entire underground space. The city defense soldiers and other mages did not have the legendary strength of the Knight Commander. Their bodies were inflated like balloons until they burst, and their souls were flowing with blood.
It came out, flying and entangled in mid-air.
The knight commander saw that there was a vague human figure in Fei Jie's blood. He did not hesitate, and mobilized all his strength. Qiu Jie's muscles instantly stiffened, and he jumped up. The end of the heavy sword trembled, and wherever the sword blade passed
, cutting through steel is like cutting through butter, even the adamantine golem can be severely damaged by a single blow!
A nearly perfect slash hit the bloody humanoid, and the air squeezed by the sword's edge formed an explosive impact, causing countless blood droplets to explode and splash.
"Yes, yes, it is indeed a perfect sacrifice." The bloody human figure, which was almost shattered by a sword, came out with frightening words.
The Knight Commander was shocked and asked in a deep voice: "Am I your sacrifice?"
"Of course, every drop of the blood of the legendary warrior is condensed with the essence of the soul." The blood humanoid said: "It is impossible for me to come to you in person to cause trouble. I can only ask you to come to me."
As he spoke, Feijie's blood formed a large cocoon around it, trapping the knight commander in it. The wails of the souls of hundreds of city defense soldiers impacted the knight commander's mind, making him understand at the last moment:
"It turns out that you have infiltrated the Senate, and even Duke Wogit is taking orders from you!"
"Let me understand one thing before you die - only the ship of state is leaking from the top!"
After a while, the bloody human figure slowly emerged from the big bloody cocoon and got into the young man's body. The headless corpse picked up the head and reattached it.
Sodifen twisted his neck, looked back at the big bloody cocoon, and said to himself: "The legendary warrior is really scary. Even if he has sufficient protection, he will probably die with a single sword blow. Comercius, I really want to
Thank you for your research on blood magic. Without your research, I would not be able to set up such a trap. And blood is indeed the best medium to carry souls, especially the blood of legendary warriors! It is just right to take advantage of this place where the empire is prosperous.