The majestic momentum of the Imperial Capital Arena is one of the few on the Bodi Continent, it is bigger and wider than the Imperial Palace, and it is more impressive than the Imperial Palace. It stands there alive, making those who pass by it sigh and those who look at it in the distance to appreciate and ponder. It is a machine for entertainment and a machine for killing. It's heaven for the audience, hell for the gladiators and the beasts. It is a combination of terror, murder, jubilation, and screaming, and it is the true god who rules people's minds, and although it sometimes does not have a game for a year, it will attract all the men, women, and children of the Tamborance Empire to its side as long as it shows the slightest hint of the limelight. It is a heartthrob, and its appeal exceeds that of the emperor and the pope, because it really perceives the beast desire in people's hearts and gives them room and space to vent. It is like bad money eliminating good money, trampling the big library, the beacon tower, and even the palace and church under its feet. It is the king of the world, the ruler of the human heart!

Emperor Deliot was famous, and had just succeeded in fighting the infidels in the north, and those nobles who did not want to come and did not dare to come to the banquet were now at the end of the mountain and were forced to go to Liangshan, and they all had a trace of illusion, since it was a banquet, and since the dukes and counts of the whole empire had to participate, then the so-called truth that the law does not blame the people would definitely be high and bless them with peace. Those nobles who had not sent troops north for a long time before were now trembling, and the tacit consensus of all was that they would never be the first bird. They're here to watch the game, they're here to eat, and everything else can be ignored in order to have a peace.

This time it was indeed unprecedented, even more magnificent than the attack on the holy city of Röhm, because almost all the people who should have arrived had arrived, except for the Holy See, which had not yet sent a representative to attend.

Although the beast fighting competition in the arena only started at noon, in the early morning of that day, there were already rare beasts from all over the world, some of them were dancing with their teeth and claws, some were dazed, and more were still sleeping, they were completely uncertain about their fate, and everything had to be arranged by humans.

The gladiators were not much better, they were even more miserable than the beasts, because they could understand the shouts and boils in the stands, and their countrymen did not care about their lives or deaths, some of them were slaves who volunteered to be gladiators in exchange for possible future freedom and wealth, and some were domestic slaves of the nobility whose only mission was to add glory to their masters.

Due to the extraordinary nature of the gladiatorial fight, Emperor Deliot would be present to have fun with the people, so the necessary and very strict vigilance work began around the arena early on. Idlers and others are not allowed to linger in the vicinity, and those who can enter the venue are not allowed to enter the venue too early to prevent them from doing anything.

At what point in time the emperor will appear, how long he will appear, and which stands he will sit in are all topics that have been the focus of discussion lately. Some people can easily win favor with others because their speculations are bold, well-founded and convincing. There is even a gambling industry in the market, which is used to guess the whereabouts of the emperor, and the odds are very high.

Borot and his son actually discussed this topic in private, Albert talked casually and politely, and Duke Borot expressed some of his own opinions quite professionally.

The two arrived at the arena on time at noon that day, and found that the surrounding area was already crowded with people, and the noise was shocking. The two of them followed as usual with Lecles, Kagun, and Adrian.

Although Duke Borot was an elector, he had little pomp. Compared with the posture of some people who support black and suppress a large number of votes, Borot's knighthood today can only be regarded as a baron at best.

Although the Colosseum show in the arena was bloody, it did not exclude female guests from coming to watch. Some women are not as brave as we think, they are just unfortunate to be born as daughters, and in their bones they can actually pick up a board axe and open the mountain and cut the road like the dwarf Kaigun. In their teens and twenties, they were chased and beaten by their future husbands because of their petite stature and good countenance, and when they became women, they not only became burly, but also had a much more violent voice and temper, and now it was their turn to counterattack their poor husbands.

Many of the dukes and counts of the Tamborance Empire practiced this glorious tradition. Count A is the best example, he and Duke Borot have a little friendship, and even played together when they were young, but the wives they married are very different. The Count's Lady had been a little bird a long time ago, but now it was very different, and the Countess A was like a cook, and she had to cover her belly with a white cloth to cover her belly, and her waistline, which was getting bigger and bigger, and her hair was no longer well managed, and it looked as if a bird had built a nest on it. Her whole image has been fused into a blacksmith and a cook, and the only thing that can be respected is her status as a countess.

Count A always complained about his bad luck whenever he could, even in the presence of his wife. It is also surprising that the five and three rough countesses never cared about this, and let her husband vent in front of others, because when he returned home, everything had to be left to her, not him.

The emotions of the audience in the arena had risen very high, but the beasts and gladiators had not yet appeared, and I don't know who suddenly complained, and then the whole arena seemed to be telepathic, and they all echoed. The host of the athletic tournament had to come out to explain it on the fly, in order to calm the restless people, and his rhetoric was nothing more than the need to bathe the beasts, and the need to warm up the gladiators again.

The mood of the people is like firewood, as long as someone lights it, it will be out of control, and the voice of complaining just now suddenly began to heax again, scolding the eighteen generations of the host's ancestors, so everyone turned their guns and tilted their anger on this poor fellow again.

If it weren't for the emperor's appearance at this time, I don't know how the situation would have developed.

The people never cared about the truth of the matter, but only focused on the hot topic, and their anger suddenly turned into reverence as if they were looking to God. They are all social animals that swim in the sea, they have never had a personality, and they always move with the current.

Emperor Deliot was so famous that the people rushed to see the emperor's demeanor, and even some shrewd people took the opportunity to climb on the shoulders of others.

The royal guards were glittering with gold, and they lined up in a neat line, vowing to escort Emperor Deleven T.S. There was not a hint of a smile on their handsome faces, and they existed only to ensure that the emperor was safe and sound at a critical moment.

The frenzy of the population and the calmness of the Janissaries made for a strange scene.

Emperor Del Triot picked up the amplification equipment that had been prepared long ago and said loudly: "Everyone, the competition is about to start, I am a little late, in order to compensate for the losses of all of you, there will be two additional performances here today, and after the game, each of you can also get two gold coins from the empire, what do you think?"

The people in the arena suddenly shouted like a tsunami, long live the emperor, they are lovely people, but they are also poor people. Their emotions come and go in a hurry, and it all depends on how outsiders are dispatched.

As soon as the athletic host saw the emperor coming, he immediately started the first game.

It was a four-headed monster with only one horn on its head, its limbs short but thick, and its nostrils constantly snorting hot air to express its displeasure.

Gladiators drew lots in the dark underground pits to determine who would be the first to go into battle, all of them burly and as muscular as Adrian. They have been training in martial arts and martial arts for many years, and the food they eat is also carefully blended, so that their muscles and bones are all very harmonious, which can be called a model of beautiful men.

But the brilliance of the exterior could not hide the danger they faced, and the gladiators often faced all kinds of real beasts in training, and their high 60% chance of death could not help but make outsiders smack.

This time, the "lucky one" was a native from the outskirts of the imperial capital of Cisa, he belonged to the taciturn type, and he had not been in the gladiator team for a long time, and several of his companions comforted and encouraged him.

So the first show started smoothly.

The lucky winner of Cisa City takes on a unicorn with short limbs.

The weapons of the gladiators were very simple, either short blades or long spears, hooks or sickles, everything was mainly practical and appropriate.

The lucky one had a spear in his hand, which was a good choice for him.

The unicorn's short limbs doomed it to move and turn slowly. The distance advantage of the spear can therefore be brought into full play.

When the lucky one took the stage, the arena burst into thunderous applause, and the audience certainly did not applaud the gladiators, but for the blood-boiling and bloody match that was about to begin.

Gladiators and beasts of prey are actually similar in their eyes, the difference is that gladiators may become famous in a fight, and thus gain wealth and honor.

The Count A sat next to each other with Borot and his son, and his wife kept smoothing the white cloth on her stomach with her hands, and kept shaking her head and complaining about the sweltering heat. She was in a bad mood because it was her seventh pregnancy. She had little interest in the game itself, the handsome gladiator could no longer make the woman scream, but the exotic beasts with special appearances might still attract her affection.

The crowd kept shouting and cheering, as if it was a festival, they wanted the competition to be as fierce as possible, and the longer the better, they didn't want to be able to decide the winner within a few moves, but they had to fight to the death to have fun.

The lucky ones and unicorns are making senseless sacrifices for this group of people. As if they were familiar with the temperament of the audience, they confronted each other for a long time, but they didn't take the lead.

The unicorn probably hadn't woken up yet, and didn't seem to understand what was going on. It snorted, as if complaining that the keeper had not fed it breakfast and lunch, and that it had little interest in the gladiator in front of it for the time being.

As for the lucky one, in fact, he didn't have any special ideas, and the deafening shouts of the audience couldn't stimulate him, nor could they affect his train of thought. He was the first to perform, and he hoped that he could pass the test smoothly, so he was a little reserved.

He secretly prayed to the heavens, hoping that he would be killed with one blow.

His marksmanship and eye accuracy make him very good at dealing with such slow-turning animals. He decides to provoke the opponent into attacking him, and then deliver a lethal response when the opponent runs over and shows his flaws.

He walked slowly, let out some strange roars from his mouth, teasing the unknown unicorn.

The audience on the stage continued to coax, and some people began to sit still, this game is not good-looking, how can it be like swallowing water. They urged the host of the contest to immediately provoke the unicorns so that they could see the best of the action.

Duke Borot's bodyguard, General Lecles, said in a word: "This man is lucky, he is holding a spear, and the monster's limbs are so short, and his flashing movement is a hard injury, it must not be his opponent." ”

When Kai Gong heard this, he also said: "It doesn't matter if the damn is short or not, the two axes go down to ensure that it can't move!"

The organizers responded to the unanimous request of the audience and struck the beast's ass twice with a flamethrower, and the guy was suddenly frightened, and suddenly became angry, and his limbs were like rolling wheels, and he flew towards the lucky one.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.