The basement level of the Colosseum. The cage and the walls were divided into dark and damp single rooms. From time to time, the angry roars of wild beasts could be heard from the single room.

They are all fighting beasts that are ready to appear.

Plugged into the torch outside the iron cage, the burning flame was almost uprooted by the cold wind that poured into the passage.

In the darkness, a glimmer of fire suddenly rose.

The silent private room is illuminated.

The Amazonian Queen, dressed in Roman brass armor, was quietly polishing the silver spear tip in her hand.

The sound of clicking, clicking footsteps, along the long corridor, came all the way. Stop outside the prison where the Queen is being held.

"Shirea." The torches that were slowly raised illuminated the beautiful faces of the visitors.

"Achilla." The queen looked up at the sound.

"Finally meet again."

Achilla is not only the greatest female gladiator. He is also a temple priest who watches over the sacred fire of the Vestal Maiden. At the Colosseum, next to the Roman emperors, had its own box.

Vesta, the goddess of the stoker, the family, and one of the twelve main gods of Rome. In her temple burns a sacred fire that will never be extinguished. The flame was guarded by six virgin priests in turn.

Legend has it that as long as the flames of Vesta are not extinguished, Rome will be able to enjoy the wind and rain, and the country will continue to be prosperous.

"yes, we finally met." The queen recalled the first time the two met at the Bazaar market, east of the city of Burushabulo.

"Sooner than I expected." Achilla chuckled: "Otherwise, I can't help but go to Guishan to fight you." ”

"God forbid. We are in Rome. The queen replied with a smile.

"Tell you a secret." Before Achilla turned to leave, she suddenly spoke: "My ancestors were abandoned babies outside the palace. A healthy boy. The carry-on token confirms that the baby boy has the noble lineage of Alexander the Great, the conqueror. And the other half of his bloodline comes from the Amazon Queen. ”

"Why are you telling me this?" The queen spoke calmly.

"I just want to tell you. From the moment I was born. My veins are full of conquest and battle. I'm more proud of my mother family than Alexander the Great, the Amazon. Can you understand? ”

"Because you're a woman."

"Yes, that's right, exactly." Achilla nodded quickly.

"If you were a man, would you be more proud to have the blood of a conquering king?" The Queen asked rhetorically.

"Who knows?" Achilla chuckled.

"Why tell me this secret?" The Queen asked.

"Because speaking out is a joy that makes me happy. Then kill those who know the secret with their own hands, and continue to keep the secret. It makes me a hundred times happier. Achilla's eyes burned with boiling desire.

The whole person is filled with crazy pride and pride in destruction.

The queen also smiled: "I will definitely keep this secret for you." ”

"See you at the Colosseum, then. My sisters. ”

"I'll see you later, my sister."

I don't know how long it took. The dark underground was gradually filled with flickering firelight and messy footsteps.

The beasts that hid in the shadows were lifted to the arena above their heads one by one.

The cheers of the audience were mixed with the roar of the beast, and waves were transmitted into the darkness.

Until the soles of her feet shook, the queen was finally lifted to the ground.

The view is obscured by thick marble walls. Just a faint hint of light.

The ears, along with the narrow darkness, were filled with the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami.

The white light faded. The line of sight is finally clear. As far as the eye can see, the audience is like a hillside, rising layer by layer.

This is the temple of all gladiators - the Colosseum.

The huge circular grandstand, with about sixty rows, is divided into five major areas. The bottom front row was a VIP area where senators, consuls, priests, etc. were seated, and the second floor was reserved for the nobles. The third arrondissement was occupied by wealthy merchants and haciendas, while the fourth arrondissement was populated by a large number of ordinary citizens. The last, and furthest, stands, are reserved for the women of the lower floors, and all of them are standing.

On top of the auditorium, there is also a canopy suspended by a suspension to shade the sun. The canopy slopes towards the middle, like a giant sail, for ventilation. The canopy was controlled by the sailors of the Imperial Navy standing between the colonnades on the top floor, as if they were controlling the sails. Follow the changes in lighting and constantly adjust the position of the canopy.

Although there are only 90,000 seats. However, every time there is a major gladiatorial fight, there will be an influx of 100,000 crazy people.

This time was no exception.

Because it is a duel between two famous female fighters. Rome is hard to come by. It even attracted His Majesty the Emperor in person.

Achillia participates in gladiatorial fights as a priestess of the Holy Fire. It was praised by the poets of Rome.

The flame gives light and hope. The spear in Achilla's hand, but he reaped life. Bring down darkness and death.

Light and darkness. Life and death. In the body of the priestess clash and opposition. And the perfect blend and unity. Full of dramatic tension.

Order and chaos. Defend and capture. Good and evil. All of them are madly obsessed, indulging in her gestures, even if the spear passes through her chest, and the blood is full of blood.

The untouchables, secretly calling her: Proserpina, the goddess of death.

The chastity of the priestess of the Holy Fire belongs to the Goddess. Although mortals could not touch it, the eyes of the Roman consuls, senators, and even emperors could not hide their naked selfish desires.

In the large and small pleasure fields of the city of Rome, the erotic play about the priestess of the holy fire is the most popular crazy plot.

In a word. All of Rome was crazy about her. Like a volcano that is gradually waking up from its slumber, it accumulates a release that cannot be vented and is on the verge of eruption.

Destroy. It was the only shred of sanity that came from the whole of Rome before it was about to fall, and it was the only dignified end.

A crazy fan of all the Empire's goddess of death. To the goddess of death, and to death itself. are the only predictable endings.

The arrival of the queen of the Amazons made the mad Rome see the hope of destruction.

A feast of killing. An elegy for the requiem of death.

Don't wait for the Amazon queen to appear. The poets in the stands, already with a sad overture in their mouths, were chanting.

The majestic horn finally sounded.

The gates under the main stands, rumbling up.

The golden chariot, pulled by two armored Nile panthers, draped in garlands, slowly drove out.

The patriarchs in the stands scrambled to bend over. From above, overlooking the untouched Virgin Peak that Achilla is about to emerge from.

Dressed in Roman gold armor, wearing a cloak of flames, and wearing a cockscomb as red as blood, Achillia, the goddess of death, roared out like a golden flame.

"Achilla—"

"Achilla—"

"Achilla—"

The 100,000 spectators in the stands chanted the names of the female fighters in unison.

The mountain roared like a tsunami, like thunder, and the queen's ears rumbled.

Achilla, drive the chariot. Parade around the field. Basking in the rain of falling petals, enjoying the crazy tribute that Rome has given her.

A few laps in a row. Until the people in the stands were out of breath or hoarse.

The cheers died down.

Only then did Achilla restrain the beast and stop the queen opposite.

The atmosphere was instantly solemn. There was silence, and everyone held their breath.

A final duel awaits us.

Come.