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Justin Bergaro was still depressed, and the control screen showed that all parameters were within the normal range, and in less than five minutes, the "Avenger" would break free from Neptune's gravitational constraints and enter the Kuiper Belt. The Kuiper Belt ranges from 50 to 500 AU from the Sun, and the vast universe is home to countless asteroids and interstellar dust that contribute to a long strip of icy death that orbits the solar system.

"Commander, this is a message from Commander James!" Rob Kantley handed Justin a tiny crystal screen.

The corner of Justin's mouth sneered, it was really comforting that his second brother sent a greeting after so much time had passed. Thinking so, he took the crystal screen and opened it to see a few innocuous words written on it. Justin threw the crystal screen on the ground and stomped on it a few times until a few sparks came out, "Rob, you come to act as the conductor first, I'll go and rest for a while!"

Justin stepped out of the captain's chair, left the control center, and made his way to the captain's rest area via the elevator. The mission was very difficult, and according to reliable information, several major galaxies in the surrounding area have sent fleets into the Oort Cloud. Since Oort Cloud is even more vast than the Kuiper Belt, the Third Military Region has no way to stop this aggression. Coupled with the failure of Neptune's mission to capture the wanted criminal, the upper echelons of the empire immediately used this to force the Third Military Region to comply. The commander of the Third Military Region, who was Justin's old father, was forced to order Justin to take the risk.

As long as Justin can successfully find the californium, it will cast an unbreakable shield for the Empire's national defense strength, and the Third Military Region will have more say in the Empire than the First and Second Military Regions.

Justin shook his head, he could only comfort himself now with words that the ghost didn't believe!

"Commander," Suddenly, Robb's voice came over the communicator, "there seems to be a situation ahead!"

Justin immediately returned to the control center, and on the home screen, a cloud of white unidentified material was approaching!

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― gladiatorial tournaments have been played for more than a dozen, and the audience is slowly getting tired, and the performances of ordinary gladiators can hardly satisfy their enthusiasm and thirst for blood. In the field, a warrior cut off the head of a slave and held it high to show off his achievements, but the audience did not buy it, sighed and began to throw fruits and stones at the field. The gladiators fled in panic, and several slaves rushed out to clean up the field, inevitably being hit by stones, and the funny scene made the audience laugh.

"Look, adults, the audience seems to be dissatisfied!" Miss Genia was dressed in a fiery red thin shirt, and under the thin shirt, the sensitive parts were not covered, and a soft breeze hit, and the carcass and body loomed, so that the eyes of several adults next to her did not know where to put them!

"Hehe," the owner of the gladiatorial arena, Magna Rensemill, was a big fat man, he was so fat that he could barely move on his own, his huge body was deeply sunk into a special chair, the fat of his body was squeezed to his neck, and he was panting even when he spoke, "Genia, ah, Miss, good show, good show will start immediately, don't you be in a hurry, hurry, Laurent? Laurent, this old immortal, where? Quick, come and gasp, let the 'scavengers' come out!"

When Lord Rensemill said this, it almost killed him, and his fat face turned red, and he trembled and almost squeezed out his eyes. He gasped for air with his mouth open, and the slave next to him wiped his sweat vigorously.

After a while, the audience cheered again, and they shouted a name—Scavenger! Frye the Scavenger was the third warrior in the Colosseum of Rensemill, two meters tall, with a mouth full of steel teeth, and his hands were full of sharp claws, and his body was covered with thick hair, which had small, hard scales underneath. He is a half-orc, and is often called a scavenger because he often has to make a big meal on an opponent he has killed after a victory.

Frye the Scavenger slowly stepped out from behind the fence, the ground shaking with each step, and dust rising behind him, scarlet from the blood. The scavenger came to the center of the arena and roared, immediately drawing shouts from the audience. People frantically shouted the names of the scavengers, and even more so coped with each other on the spot as if they were burning!

"Frye, Frye, Frye!"

"Roar~~~~!" the scavenger responded with a deafening roar!

After the performance, another fence was opened, and out of it came a dozen cowardly slaves, some with long knives, some with bayonet guns, some with fishing nets, axes, clubs, forks, ropes, and all kinds of weapons. However, despite this, a dozen slaves still had weak legs and did not dare to step forward.

The scavenger roared into the sky, spread his arms, and his five fingers burst out of his claws, charging at a dozen slaves. The slaves screamed and dodged in all directions, and a few dared to meet them, but before they could attack, the scavengers cut their bellies open, blood splattered, and internal organs scattered all over the ground!

"Huh~~!!!" Tom, who was standing on the second floor of the gladiatorial arena and watching the battle, didn't have a lot of faces, this kind of scene was too bloody for him to watch.

"Hehe, what, the first time?"

Tom looked up and saw that it was a tall, thin old man, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be the man who had picked up Miss Genia at the tavern that day. Tom remembers, it seems to be the butler of the Rensemill family, isn't it the butler of the master of this dueling arena? Thinking of this, Tom immediately smiled, "Hehe, it turned out to be an adult, I don't know what to call it?"

"Oh, do you know me?" Laurent was obviously very surprised, in the acre of Pollac Air Port, there were really few people who didn't know his name, Laurent immediately became suspicious, but his face did not show it, still smiling: "Laurent!"

"Tom!" After Tom introduced himself, he changed the topic and said, "Lord Laurent, this, I don't know what other exciting shows will be next, hehe, I also want to bet to earn some gold, can you easily reveal it?"

Laurent laughed and said, "It's no secret, today's game is coming to an end, the last game is a battle between a scavenger and a three-headed male lion who has been hungry for five days, under normal circumstances, everyone will bet on how long the scavenger will be able to solve them!"

"Oh, I see, it's a fun bet, so how long do you think it will be?"

"This, it depends on the specific situation, under normal circumstances, it is about three minutes!"

"In this way, I'll hurry up and place a bet, hehe, if you win, I hope you will enjoy your face and drink a glass of wine!"

Tom ran to place a bet, and the smile on Laurent's face immediately disappeared, and he said to a person next to him: "Tell the boss, trap this kid!"

The gladiatorial arena was full of corpses, and the slaves under the field quickly cleaned up, just in case the lions pounced on the corpses as soon as they came on the field, forgetting that the fight swept the audience's interest! Because there were so many corpses, the slaves couldn't clean them up, and the audience was impatient to wait and protested one after another. The scavenger Frye roared, and the slaves threw down their corpses and ran away, but before they could get out, three hungry lions were let in.

When the three lions saw the slaves running around, they rushed forward, and they were about to die with three strikes and five divisions, and just as they wanted to have a full meal, they were hit in the back by the long whip of the animal trainer on the high platform. The lion roared, threw the dead man away, and was driven towards the scavenger.

"The weakness of the orcs is behind the ears, and it is the only place where there are no scales, and it is the most vulnerable!" Caterina commented with a non-match, "Although they are half-orcs, they have nothing to do with humans, and they are ferocious!"

"I hope there aren't any such monsters in the Shadow Killer Order!"

The people cheered again, and Lin Feng looked at the gladiatorial arena, where the scavengers had already killed three lions, took three large pieces of meat from them each, and directly chewed them a few times and swallowed them in their stomachs. The scavengers held their arms high and enjoyed the cheers of the people. Suddenly, he turned around and faced the area where Lin Feng was.

The scavenger stretched out his right hand and pointed it, and in a trance, Lin Feng felt that his eyes collided, the corners of the scavenger's mouth curled, and then he swaggered away from the gladiatorial arena.