Chapter 645 9.68

Chapter 645 68

Red pulled out the flagpole and stood in a pool of scarlet blood.

He looked at the audience around him and found that everyone was looking at him with wide eyes and a look of horror on their faces.

It is true that Roman citizens entered the arena to enjoy the bloody fighting, but what happened in front of them today was beyond everyone's imagination.

Including the well-informed Mikhail people.

Even including Sartre and Gulaur in the stands.

Before entering this city, Sartre had no idea that the word "science" could produce such power. When the Roman champion was about to win, just 10 seconds later, the situation on the field took a turn for the worse.

Ten seconds later, among the broken arms and bright red blood on the ground, there were only Red Blood Pigeon and the black man from the Northern Continent who was wrapped in black cloth.

"Oh my god, did I read that right?"

"Is the body of our invincible His Highness Ince Zendaya lying on the ground really the champion from Crete?"

"It's so hard for me to believe this is true."

The victory was decided, but the enthusiastic Roman audience still did not applaud the winner after a long time. The buzzing whispers above the stands became even more obvious.

"My all-powerful Lord, why do you punish me like this! How will I live next spring? I have invested all my business capital for next year!"

"Damn it! Don't mention it. I spent all my profits this year and even borrowed a lot of gold and silver from the black market."

Once panic spreads, people will quickly lose their minds. When the first questioning voice rang out, a chaotic chatter quickly became one.

"Why did such an evil mage sneak into the arena?"

"Is it really reasonable for them to use this method to win?"

"Yes, what are the Inquisition doing? Many innocent witches and wizards have been arrested, but an evil mage with such terrifying power can openly walk into the arena and use such terrifying spells to kill our heroes!"

"I must see these two monsters die! They cost me a year's income, so I must not let them go easily!"

Sartre and Gulaul looked at the roaring crowd around them and shook their heads slightly.

The so-called civilization will only come into play when the other party claims to be superior. If this group of "civilized people" suffers even the slightest loss, they will immediately shed their exquisite disguise.

Instantly transform back into a man-eating beast.

In the arena, Red was not affected by the boos. Looking around, the exploded corpses had turned the whole place into a bloody mess.

With no place to rest, he found a saber full of holes and chopped off Zendaya's head with one blow. Turning it over, he used his long chestnut hair to wipe the blood on the corpse.

Then he sat calmly on the body and felt the warm afternoon sun.

Before entering, the gladiator leader had already read the rules to them. The end of the gladiatorial fight is not to kill all the enemies, but to face the king and wait for the king's reward.

They couldn't leave the scene until the king didn't move.

"Brother Red, what should we do now?"

"Everyone is dead, do we still need to stand here? Why do I have an ominous premonition in my heart?"

Until this moment, Alchemist Heggins' legs had been shaking like chaff.

It was a complete fluke that I survived this time.

If the corpse had exploded three seconds later, Zendaya's broadsword would have fallen a few seconds earlier.

He would also be a fallen corpse at this time.

"Haha, who knows."

"If you go to this crappy place to watch a show, you have to pay two silver coins even for the worst seats. I've never been in, so of course I don't understand what the process is."

"Perhaps His Majesty the Yellow Emperor is too old and needs to react for a while before announcing the result?

Hey, it doesn't matter. As long as there is money to be made in the end, it will not be a waste for us two brothers to sacrifice their lives! "

After a long time, amid the buzzing noise, Mikhail III slowly stood up and walked to the center of the auditorium.

The audience fell silent instantly.

"If I remember correctly, after our heroic emperor left his hometown, he should have overcome all obstacles and conquered the land. How come his boat capsized in the sewer just after leaving the city?"

The king's voice was hoarse and deep.

The message sent by the short sentence was not friendly, and the gladiator lord "Segar Punic" sitting near the viewing platform immediately lowered his head.

I have to admit that today was a shocking moment.

Before this murder occurred, who would have thought that two gangsters could cause such a bloody killing?

Not to mention seeing it, the gladiator lords have never even heard of it.

A few gray-haired old guys looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt like they both had a lot of bitterness to pour out.

You must know that before this fight took place, the odds they gave were 1:262!

They must lose a lot of gold and silver after Red wins.

Even if they wanted to explain this deal that cost them both their wife and soldiers, they didn't know where to start.

However, unexpectedly, the old emperor's next words exceeded everyone's expectations.

"But isn't that the interesting part of the arena?"

My father once said to me that all art comes from life.

But it is higher than life.

"The young warriors dreamed of conquering the world. They left their hometown with their heads held high. Unexpectedly, they were drugged by a group of bandits as soon as they walked out of the village. The next day, they were made into steaks and served to other guests."

The script would not write this way.

The bard would never tell you that it was not these high-spirited young people who became the emperor, but these bandits who ran a black shop.

This is not a story suitable for all ages.

But it may be the closest to the truth. "

The huge arena was silent, with only the old voice of Mikhail III echoing in it. Many nobles lowered their heads secretly, and they more or less remembered the history of their family's rise.

It must not be a children's story that can be easily told to outsiders.

"Thank these two warriors for reminding us with their bravery that there is no champion who always wins in the world. The younger generation will eventually be replaced by the young one. "

"Servant, reward!"